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maknaesketches · 1 year ago

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aaaa i never post on here but oops here i am! a quick intro abt me- hewwo! i'm jisung! a small story writer (sometimes) and fanart maker! i'm into de, kpop, anime, kamen rider and super sentai! the styles of stories i write are mostly romance ones! and today i got a romance one for ya!

yes yes normally ppl try to make character × reader ones; and i would try to as well but for this particular one i had used my oc because i wanted to write a oneshot for her and my boi tim drake! ik i'm prolly not the best at writing but i try my best!

anyway enjoy this short info abt my oc b4 we start!

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Name: Elizabeth "Liz/Lizzy" Vail

Hero Name: Pyrite (not mentioned

Age: 15 (takes place prior to the start of YJ season 3)

Parents: Nick Vail/Spark (deceased) and Lexi Vail (deceased Oliver Queen/Green Arrow (adopted father) and Dinah Lance (adopted mother)

Love Interest: Tim Drake/Robin

Powers: Fire and Crystal

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TW!!: death, mentions of killing, mental abuse, gore, self doubt, anxiety, and depression. let me know if i missed any!

Word Count: 5959

Plot: 10 years ago a supervillain by the name of Arid would kill two superheroes, he sets out to kill their child as well, but before he can he gets locked away in Belle Reve. 10 years later he escapes prison and teams up with the Joker in hopes of finding now 15 year old Elizabeth Vail, the last known Vail in existence. Meanwhile, Elizabeth is a “powerless” girl who thinks she can’t do anything right and has been experiencing nightmares for the past few months, only for them to be true. Can Elizabeth manage to find herself and save everyone form Arid or will Arid have his way and kill Elizabeth? Only reading it will reveal the answer!

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Haze covered the ground as moonlight shone down onto the lonely streets of Gotham, under the light laid a body on the ground with blood seeping around it. Darkness swallowed the moon with eerie clouds as a male wearing a clown mask would lick blood off a knife he held and howl with laughter.

Waking up in a puddle of sweat on the other side of Gotham, a young female no older than 15 would breathe heavily as she looked around for something to cling onto, though too late because her palms were bleeding due to them being clenched for so long and hard. She would get up, going into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror; her yellow eyes had bags under them while her hands were bruised. Sighing softly she would sit on the closed toilet and wrap them with gauze that was sitting out, assumingly from her parents who forgot to put it away. “That stupid dream again… Elizabeth Vail what’s wrong with you…”

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“… You don’t think it’s a dream huh?” A female with blonde hair would ask a female that had green skin and red-brown hair. The two stood in the Watchtower alongside the green one’s lover.

“I don’t believe it is, from the sounds of it happening so frequently it could be a warning.” The green skinned female would say as she ran her fingers through her short hair. “If she will let me look through her brain I can probably get a better idea.”

“You know that’s not right, M’gann, she isn’t the type of person to let someone sort through her memories.” A male wearing a skin tight black tee shirt with the superman logo on it would say with a slight annoyance seeping through his voice. The green female— M’gann would roll her eyes as she heard the Zeta Tube announce a few members' arrivals into the tower. Nightwing— Richard would enter followed by Eclipse— Ava, Batman— Bruce, Robin— Tim, Green Arrow— Oliver, and Elizabeth would enter, talking amongst themselves.

“I never knew you could throw a punch like that, if I hadn’t dodged that would’ve hurt.” Green Arrow huffed a chuckle as he ruffled Elizabeth’s hair, “babe, you should’ve seen her in action, she was amazing, Liz took down two villains by herself today.” The arrow user said as he would walk over to Black Canary— Dinah, the first female, holding her hand as he looked at the bat family and his daughter. Superman— Clark followed by Helix— Amelie would quickly follow, the two talking amongst themselves when entering before noticing everyone else, making them open up more.

“How was your mission, Ba—“ Superman’s words would be cut short as Helix placed a hand on his chest, signaling him not to speak.

Black Canary would watch her adopted daughter, she would be holding onto Robin’s shoulder, steading herself from falling it seemed. “Lizzy, what’s wrong…?” The bird heroine would ask as she watched the child let go of her friend's shoulder, before stumbling, almost falling if it wasn’t for Robin grabbing onto her again, pulling her against him.

“Elizabeth?” He asked as he slowly moved into a sitting position on the ground, letting her sit in his lap.

“I-I’ll go get some ice!” M’gann said as she ran off, Superboy— Conner/M’gann’s boyfriend would rest a hand on Elizabeth’s forehead, sighing,

“She’s warm, but she seems fin—“

“Guys, give her some space, crowding around her like this is making it impossible for her to speak.” Eclipse would sigh as everyone would scoot backward. Elizabeth would sigh softly, thanking Eclipse before looking at the room.

“I just… I haven’t slept well, I think it’s because of the dreams I keep having.” Elizabeth said as she would stand up, with Robin holding onto her still, worried almost.

“What dreams?” Superboy asked.

Elizabeth would clench her fist as she looked down, sighing. “It’s been happening for like a month now, there are nights when it’s just this guy holding a balloon repeating the words ‘I will find you.’; and then there are nights where he is actually killing people… I see the reports on the news about a mysterious killer out on the loose and they look the same as the one in my dreams… recently when he just stands there his words are now ‘I’m closer now, you will die soon!’ a-and behind him there is a wall with the word die on it written in blood…” Her eyes would shake slightly as she felt her hand shake. “I-I don’t know who this person is or why they’re after me…” She would whimper softly. Robin would grab her shaking hand and rub it soothingly.

“Whoever this guy is, he will be turned in.” Robin would say as Batman went to the computer, he would sigh in a complaining way.

“This is the guy?” He asked as Elizabeth confirmed it, Batman and Superman’s eyes would sharpen on their faces. “Arid. He worked alongside the Joker for years before he abandoned the Joker and murdered two superheroes before getting locked up in Belle Reve… 10 years ago. It seems someone paid his sentence fee and now he’s free from jail… out to kill you.”

“Killl me? Why me?” Elizabeth asked.

“Because… your parents were the two superheroes he murdered the night he was arrested.” Green Arrow sighed as he looked at the young female. “Ember and Spark; respectively the fire warrior and the crystal warrior; Your father, Nick Vail/Ember was a firefighter in his human life, but as a hero, he was one of the best, meanwhile your mother, Lexi Vail/Spark was a meteorologist in her human life; They fought side by side, they ended up having you even before they got married, when you were just born, they wed one another… and when you were just 5… they were slaughtered on their anniversary night… me and Dinah were watching you that night while your parents were out… but they never came to get you, then the worst happened… and after that, we kept you, the league wiped all existence of Ember and Spark, not wanting to relive the trauma from that night.”

Elizabeth would look down as she would lift her hand, trying to summon any bit of power she contained, though nothing came out. Helix would watch in silence letting her face fall, worried for Elizabeth. Robin would take her hand in his as he peeled his mask off, “Let’s go out for a bit, get some fresh air, you need it.” He would say as he dragged her off to the Zeta Tube. Black Canary sighed and turned away from everyone, her eyes shaking as she looked down clenching her fists.

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Walking through the streets of a carnival, music playing softly as lights flashed to the music, Elizabeth walked alongside Tim, the two of them holding hands still, smiling like the goofs they are. “Tim…” Elizabeth’s gentle voice asked as she looked at him. Tim noticed her facial features drop, saddened.

“Liz..? What’s wrong?” He asked as the two stopped walking, facing his school friend. Elizabeth felt her face sink more into sadness as tears began to well up in her yellow eyes. Tim’s blue ones widened as he pulled her into a calming embrace letting the girl cry.

“I-I don’t want to be the worthless, weak, unpowerful daughter of heroes…” Elizabeth would say through her tears as she buried her face against his neck trying to calm herself. Tim’s face would blush gently as he looked around, sighing softly.

“Liz, you’re not worthless or weak.” Tim said as he rubbed soft circles on her back, a gentle smile crossing his lips as he loosened up some, calming himself. He felt the girl calm down after a moment, though they stayed in the position, smiling softly against each other’s hold. “You’ve trained every second you can with us, you also literally took down two— not one but TWO— supervillains today even without powers.”

Elizabeth would finally bring herself away from Tim’s hold and remove the sunglasses the boy wore, placing them on his head. “Thanks, Tim.” She said finally bringing a smile to her cheeks. Tim would blush gently before placing a hand on her head, ruffling her hair gently. After playing games and chatting all night, the two finally decided to head home. Tim would keep his hands fiddling with a fidget toy to keep his mind sane while Elizabeth fiddled with the zipper on the boy’s jacket, smiling like a goofball as she wore it. A sudden eerie vibe set the two back some as they glanced at one another. “C’mon… let’s hurry back…” Elizabeth said as Tim pocketed the fidget toy, taking Elizabeth’s hand.

The sound of something falling made Tim quickly pull Elizabeth against his body as a metal sign fell next to them. “Run!” Tim yelled as he held her hand, running in front while she ran behind him. They suddenly came to a stop at a cliff making the young bat boy’s eyes widen as he looked around. “Shit…”

“Glad to see you again, my boy.” A maniacal laugh would pierce the two heroes' ears. Tim would make a mix between a weak/angered face as he saw the white faced, green haired villain appear right before his eyes. Tim turned to Elizabeth and quickly placed his grappling hook in her hands.

“Get out of here, quick, go find Batman and tell him he’s back.” Tim said quickly as he pulled his mask from his pocket and placed it on the girl's face. “No questions— just go!” Elizabeth watched as the boy turned back around getting into a fighting stance holding some batarangs. “I won’t let you take me again!” He yelled at the Joker, his face turning enraged.

The Joker would laugh and point his gun at the two, “Bang~” Tim watched as a golden bullet flew past his eyes, watching the bullet graze Elizabeth before she fell backwards off the cliff.

“NO!”

“YES!”

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Waking up after who knows how long, Elizaberh would slowly open her yellow eyes, blinking slowly as she sat up, flinching. “Oh thank god you’re okay Lizzy…” Black Canary would breathe out as she would hold her daughter’s hand.

“We were so worried when we found you on the ground unconscious with a bullet wound.” Green Arrow said. They were in the batcave…? But why? Nightwing stood to the side looking at the computer with Oracle and Eclipse while Batman was standing with his kids. Superman and Helix were leaning against the wall near Elizabeth’s bed, smiling softly as she awoke.

“Tim…?” She would softly ask, looking around. Green Arrow and Black Canary would both tense and look at one another.

“He… isn’t here.” Green Arrow said as he took his mask off, placing it on his daughter’s bed. “Liz… you fell off a cliff with his grappling hook and mask clenched in your hand… Tiim wasn’t anywhere.” Elizabeth would look to the side table and feel her eyes widen. They filled up with tears as she took the mask into her fingers feeling the fabric. He was gone… Frustration took over her feelings before they froze in a matter of seconds seeing the computer screen change to a video from the Joker and Arid.

“Ah~ Batman; good to see ya.” The Joker’s mincing laugh would pierce everyone’s ears, “I got something here that you may want~” The Joker would step back and reveal a bloody Tim. “If I don’t see you, hand over the girl to Arid… Then the boy dies.” The Joker would say as he walked over to Tim, throwing him onto the ground. “Guys don’t do it I—“ Tim’s words were cut short by blood trickling from his lips, clearly in pain. “6PM, at the Gotham Park, not a minute late or the boy dies, JUST Batman, the girl and Nightwing.”

As the video ended, Green Arrow would hold Black Canary close to him, Nightwing was shaking with anger while Eclipse tried to calm him, Batman had an enraged look on his face and Elizabeth, she was in pure shock, hands shaking as she felt like screaming, throwing up and crying all at once. “I’m going.” Elizabeth said standing up, she ignored the pain as she clenched the grappling hook in her hand before walking over to all of Batman’s supplies grabbing Tim’s utility belt, placing it on.

Eclipse would grab her shoulders and make her face her, “Elizabeth, calm down. You’re not just going to rush in there.” She said, Elizabeth shook her head and showed her the time. 530.

“I have 30 minutes to be there to save Tim before he dies! Eclipse, I can’t let that happen.” Elizabeth would push Eclipse off her shoulders before putting the belt on.

“Elizabeth, you HAVE to stop.” Helix would say walking in front of her. “If you go, there’s a chance it could be trapped, Nightwing and Batman can’t always protect you.” She would state the obvious.

“You don’t think I can beat them?” Elizabeth asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Honestly? No. I don’t think you can, two supervillains that have been around for who knows how long want you dead and you think— as powerless as you are right now— that you can beat them?” Helix would scoff and hold her hands into the air, “You're so wrong.”

“Helix—“ Superman said as he sighed, walking up, placing a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. “You gotta stop.” He said rubbing his temple, “—looks Liz, what Helix is trying to say is that she doesn’t want you getting hurt, none of us do.”

Elizabeth would look to the metal ceiling of the batcave, tears welling up in her eyes, “I know it's risky, but I can't bear the thought of losing him too. I have to face the Joker and that stupid villain, for my parents and for us. I can't let fear stop me from trying to save him… Tim has been there for me countless times, it’s time I do the same for him.”

Superman would gently wipe away Elizabeth's tears and sighed again, “I understand your determination, Elizabeth. We'll do everything we can to help you save Tim and keep you safe. Just promise me you'll be careful.” Elizabeth would nod softly and look at Batman and Nightwing, both slightly on edge, but also ready to go.

“Let’s do this…”

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Standing in the blocked off park, Batman and Nightwing both stood in front of Elizabeth, determination and anger firing in their eyes. Standing across the way was The Joker and Arid, as promised, with Tim on the ground, dried blood covering his body. “Oh Tim…” Elizabeth whispered as the bat boy rolled over, making eye contact with them.

“L-liz…?” He uttered, shocked to see her.

The Joker would look at the clock and smirk softly, “Time’s up, Batman, hand the girl over or my partner here will kill him… and I’m pretty sure you don’t want him to die, not like your last Robin.” Batman and Nightwing’s faces turned darker than normal, both of them seeming to hold every urge to not fight. Elizabeth looked down, stepping past the two elder bat boys, walking in between both groups. Arid would also step forward holding. his hand out to her,

“Come here, Vail.” Hearing the commotion from Nightwing and Tim to stop, she closed her eyes and gave her hand to Arid, who pulled her roughly to him, laughing. “Finally! The last Vail is mine!!!” He would look to the Joker, “Let the bat boy go, we have what we want.”

“Elizabeth!” Batman would yell, the Joker sighed and threw Tim down.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this…” The Joker would grumble walking to Arid’s side, “lets go.”

“Wait—“ Arid looked at Elizabeth and cocked an eyebrow, “—let me say goodbye first… please…” She whispered, her eyes pleading. Arid would look to the side and loosen his grip, letting go.

“Quickly.”

Elizabeth bolted to Tim and helped him stand, her arms wrapping around his waist, tears welling in her eyes again, “Tim… you’re… you’re okay… you’re okay…” She whispered, hiccuping as she hyperventilated slightly, her hand running along his cheek and back. Tim flinched, but smiled hugging her back.

“Liz… I’m okay… you didn’t have to do this though, I would’ve been fine… now you’re going instead of me…” Tim would rub her cheek, moving a tear. Elizabeth would think for a moment and take off his jacket, confusing Tim, even more when she placed his jacket in his hands before backing up, next to Arid, “L-liz—“ His eyes would widen, shaking as he tried to reach out for her. Elizabeth would look down, clenching her eyes as the Joker kicked Tim back, Nightwing and Batman both caught the boy,

“Shit— ELIZABETH!” Nightwing yelled, watching the three disappear.

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Looking at the unnaturally fancy room Elizabeth kept her arms close to her body as she looked around, posters and famous paintings everywhere. “Making yourself at home?” Arid asked, walking around her, he was a slender dude with slicked back black hair, a black & red eye while the other was white & green, his skin was tan and he had a black handlebar mustache.

“W-why haven’t you killed me yet…” Elizabeth asked softly.

Arid would laugh and circle the wine he carried in his cup, he would lift it above her head and pour the wine over the girl's body making her yelp at the cold feeling rushing over her body, the room getting significantly colder on top of that. “Because, Miss Vail~ I’m going to enjoy killing you, I had to give you parents a quick death, but you? I can torture you to death… I think today… Let's start with some… mental pain.” He would laugh as he left the room. Elizabeth slid to the ground as she shivered, tears staining her cheeks as she noticed the room becoming foggy, memory gas. Her eyes would widen as she tried to hold her breath, scared. The gas would fog her mind, and everything else as she felt herself struggling to breath, she looked towards a window feeling her tears well in her eyes before everything went black.

“Elizabeth, what do you think you’re doing!” The high pitched scream coming from Helix who looked horrified, confused, she would look down to see Superman, struggling to breathe, he had a stab wounds to the heart, choking on something as well. Helix would shove Elizabeth aside and bend down, “Clark? Clark!” Helix cried out as she shook the dying hero. “Clark, c-come on wake up… CLARK!” Elizabeth shook her head and stepped back, shaking. She would bump into a chest turning around quickly, Batman. He looked at Elizabeth and swung at her, the female dodged quickly, heavily breathing, scared.

“How dare you kill him!” He screamed as he swung again. Elizabeth dodged before getting hammered in the back by a tomahawk, followed by a bo staff sending her flying into the black void, struggling to stand. Once she managed to get to her feet she saw Tim.

“T-tim!” She whimpered standing up, grasping his shoulders. “I-I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill him!” She would cry, shaking him. Tim would shove her off of him and back up, joining a dashing male’s side, holding his hand.

“You didn’t just do that… you destroyed everything, you destroyed our home, your parents, us, all of it, thrown away because of you.” He grumbled.

“Hey hey…” The dashing male would say, rubbing his hand, “Let’s go Tim, she’s not worth your time.” He said, walking into the void, leaving Elizabeth alone.

The scene would whirl around to her standing in front of her parents in her dad’s house, yelling coming from both of them… but it was all directed at her. The house was badly destroyed on the inside, burns and blood everywhere as spit flew from her raging father and high pitched shouting from her mother. Tears just fell as she held her head, covering her ears crying. Nothing was right. It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense.

The scene would change again, with her back in the void, staring into the darkness for miles and miles. All she did was scream, that’s all she could do, scream. She didn’t kill Superman. She didn’t ruin things with Tim. She didn’t do anything to make her parents mad. So what happened!

“Elizabeth…?” Fear struck the girl as she turned around slowly, gentle glowing figures who she couldn’t really make out were standing in front of her now. “I know things seem tough… but you will get through it… just hold on a little longer, my little flame you’re doing so good…” A masculine voice spoke, he glowed a reddish-orange color.

“I’m so proud of you baby, you’ve become an amazing hero even with your dormant powers.” A feminine voice spoke, she glowed a pinkish-purple color. Elizabeth stretched her hand out to them with a sad smile on her face, the figures floated back though, “It’s not time.. Not yet, Lizzy.” The female mumbled sadly before they both vanished with a poof.

Awakening in a puddle of sweat, Elizabeth looked around the place, locked in the lonely room still. She had purple marks on her arms, seemingly from herself. “Did you enjoy that?” Arid asked over the speakers in the room. Elizabeth just shook her head, soft whimpers escaped still.

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Stepping into the Batcave after cleaning up, Tim kept his hands on the bo staff, a familiar comforting feeling taking control of him. “It’s good to be home…” He said as he shrunk his staff placing it into a strap on his back.

“Good to see that you’re awake.” Ava would say.

“It really is, Alfred, said you didn’t have as many injuries as we anticipated.” Richard would say and smile softly, rubbing the current Robin’s head. “Bruce isn’t happy that you sacrificed yourself though.” Richard said, making a face.

“It’s better than letting him get Liz…” Tim quickly said as he looked down, “I was abused by the Joker… but I was never his target…” Tim felt tears sting his eyes, “I overheard him talking to this guy, Arid, he killed Liz’s parents and is also after her life… but instead of the quick death, he is going to torture her..” He would clench his fist and punch the wall next to him, it made Ava and Richard jump in shock at his reaction.

“He’s gonna torture her…?” Dinah would ask in shock as she overheard the conversation, her eyes shook as she sunk onto the ground, crying, overwhelmed by emotions.

Oliver would rest a hand on his fiance’s shoulder and let his mind run quickly with every idea springing through his brain. “Did he take her to the place you were held at?”

Bruce would enter the room and shake his head, “Arid is a lot smarter than that, there is no way he would take her there.” Bruce would go to the computer and start searching things up.

“Dad, let me.” Ava said as she would join his side, she bent down next to him and started searching, quicker than him. Richard would watch, smiling softly at his girlfriend's behavior to her father.

As the bat dad and daughter worked Tim sighed and turned to everyone, “Arid mentioned that he used to be a hero.. Dr. Medical I believe he said that he used to love Spark, who is her mom.. He worked on a team with Spark and Ember, until Ember fell in love with Spark and they ended up getting married, it left Arid fuming… he ended up killing Spark when he was trying to kill Ember instead… then… he became mad knowing Elizabeth was still alive, since her hair color and skin tone match her father while her eyes match her mother… all he sees is her father and that's why he wants to kill her.” Tim would sigh softly, running a hand through his hair. He would look at the belt that sat in his hand and sighed, “We’re going to get her back, I can promise that.”

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A few days would pass by and Elizabeth could hardly stay awake, her pink tee shirt torn, her shoes burned as well as her pants. She would look down at the dried blood along her legs making her unable to stand as she eyed the bruises and burns. Everything hurt as she laid there with a hand over her yellow eyes, tears unable to fall due to over crying. She would close her eyes feeling the room get even colder, her body shivering. Parts of her body turned purple with the coldness. “I’m really going to die here… huh…” She whispered as she felt the overwhelming sensation of death awaiting her. “I failed everyone… Helix was right… there is no way I could’ve won… I’m not strong enough to take care of myself, I haven’t trained for as long as anyone else… Dad tried to train me, Zatanna and Eclipse did as well… Helix tried too but none of it worked.” Elizabeth would lift her hand off her eyes and stare at the unfriendly looking hand. “I guess I’ll get to meet my parents… sooner than I thought…” Closing her eyes, she finally accepted her defeat. She would feel herself go…

Waking up in the oh-so-familiar black void, Elizabeth looked down at her clothes, a simple whitish-green dress with her long light brown hair tied with a pink bow. Her yellow eyes would blink at the surrounding empty void. Elizabeth's heart skips a beat once she turned around and saw two familiar faces in front of her. Confusion and disbelief wash over her as she realizes that these strangers from earlier “I-i know you guys!” She gasped out.

The one glowing orange-red would chuckle and shake his head, “Are you sure you remember us? I don’t think you do.”

“You didn’t even recognize her at first!” The one glowing pink would scold the orange-red one and sighed, hissing in annoyance. Elizabeth would hesitate, unsure of how to react, but a glimmer of recognition flickers in her eyes. Slowly, the pieces start to come together, and a mix of emotions floods her. It's a bittersweet moment, filled with shock, curiosity, and a longing to know more about these people who share her blood.

“Mom… Dad… no way… W-wait this means… I’m dead OMG!” Elizabeth would gasp out as she held her face, hyperventilating. The purple-pink one would quickly grab Elizabeth’s hands and pull them off her face, blowing on her face trying to calm her down.

“Hey hey— no no no, you need to calm down… Elizabeth— look at me!” The purple-pink one— Lexi Vail/Spark would say. The orange-red one— Nick Vail/Ember would sigh and rub Elizabeth’s head.

“Lizzy, you’re not dead… not yet anyway, look… we’re here to help you.” Nick said as he backed up and crossed his arms, smirking. “This is going to hurt… maybe.” He said and tilted his head, chuckling gently before filling it with flaming fire. Lexi rolled her eyes at her husband before holding her hand out with freezing crystals. “Take our hands… come on little one.” He said gently. Elizabeth looked down at their hands and shakingly grabbed both of them, her eyes widened as she suddenly screamed feeling power raging through her body, purple-pink and orange-red energy flung through her body, glowing. Everything hurt as the girl fell to her knees feeling her body absorb the energy.

After a few moments, Elizabeth would open her eyes, both of them glowing the theme colors of her parents. “Wha… What is this overwhelming… power…” She whispered as she stood up; the left side of her body flooding with the cold beauty of the crystal powers while the right side of her body surging with the hot gracefulness of the fire powers. “I…I feel so alive!” She yelled out as she shot powers into the void, jumping in surprise. “Oh my gosh! I just did that!” She gasped before looking at her parents who smirked in admiration at their daughter.

“Now… Liz hun, you’re going back to the living side…” Lexi said as she rubbed her daughter’s cheek before holding her husband’s hand; the parents opening a white void behind them. “Go home Liz, please… you’re not meant to be dead.”

Elizabeth looked at her parents confused. “Won’t.. won’t you two be gone then…?” She whispered as her dad pushed her toward the white void.

“We will… but we are apart of you now, we awoke your powers… at the cost of our lives… well what is left of us anyway.” Nick laughed before he bent down and kissed his daughter’s forehead. Lexi would do the same thing. “Go on.” He mumbled as he gently pushed her forward. Elizabeth smiled at her parents before mumbling a thank you before going into the white void.

Awakening in the pitch black, freezing room. Elizabeth would sit up, in the torn clothes making her sigh. She questioned if the dream she had was even real, but she felt better, more alive… She would look down and watched her right hand flare up, making her yelp softly, “It’s real!” She gasped. She looked around and stood up slowly as she rolled her arms, warming up her body. She would smirk and hold her hand to the wall and watched it catch fire. A snicker would escape her lips before watching the room start burning. She would laugh and throw her head back, her eyes glowing the colors of her powers.

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“Woah— a massive fire just broke out at the old abandoned manor…” Helix said in shock as she scrolled through the news on her phone. Superman made a face and leaned over the former villain's shoulder.

“The fire is pink— how can a fire be pink?” Superman asked, making a confused face.

Richard would take the phone and look at the article, “No signs of any gas lines or oil around there… the only way to start something—“

“Police and Firefighters say nobody can get inside… that fire is over 500 degrees…” Ava added.

Tim would look down, sighing in annoyance. “Guys we HAVE to find Elizabeth, this fire isn’t any of our business.” He said, making a face.

“Tim, we’re trying… let's try to deal with this fire, it may lead us to something.” Bruce said, “Superman, Helix, Green Arrow, Nightwing and Robin, go. Oracle, Canary, Eclipse and I will keep searching.”

“But Bru—“ Tim would receive a glare from Bruce making him go quiet. “Fine… let’s just get this over with…” He grumbled.

The team would arrive on to the scene, Superman and Helix taking to the sky, “Robin… something isn’t right… yes this fire is hot but… there’s someone standing inside of it.” Superman would utter to the bat boy who looked confused.

Squinting his eyes in the pink flames he made out a figure in the flames. A white and pink hair ribbon fell infront of his face fragily making his eyes widen as he quickly rushed forward. “ROBIN!” Nightwing would yell as he tried to grab the panicking 16 year old.

“No… no no no…” Robin would yell as he ran. Helix and Superman would fly to try to grab the boy, but before they could the fire made a path open up. Helix would quickly pull Superman back, holding onto him. Robin would rush into the pathway making him confused when he came to a stop infront of a female. Her hair was down all the way as her clothes were ripped and tattered. Tears stung the young boy’s eyes. “Lizzy…” He gasped out as the fire closed behind him, leaving the two unharmed.

Elizabeth turned her head back to see the cleaner up bat boy prior from the other day. “Tim…” She whispered in awe as the girl would stop the fire on her hands before looking him up and down. Overwhelmed with emotion, she would step back, scared. Robin would take a step forward and grab her hand.

“It’s me.. in the flesh.” He whispered as he placed her hand over his heart. “I’m alive… and this beating heart proves it.” Robin would pull her into a hug as Elizabeth’s eyes filled with tears, Robin would tighten the hug as the two slid onto the ground, the fire around them disappearing.

“Robin!” Nightwing called out again as he made his way over to the two followed by everyone else that was there. A smile fell onto the blue bird's face, “Lizzy… you’re okay…” He spoke as Helix quickly flew down, followed by Superman who held Helix in his arms as the girl would feel her body shake.

“S-something… isn’t right…” Helix mumbled as she laid in Superman’s arms. The muscular hero would notice a stone on the ground making him hold Helix closer.

“Because this place is surrounded with Yalex energy… it’s hurtful to you.” Superman said as he looked at everyone. “C’mon; we saved Elizabeth, now we need to go, before things get worse.” He said as he flew back, trying to save the weakened girl in his arms. Everyone else would retreat back, Robin holding onto Elizabeth. A swoosh sound would be heard resulting in Elizabeth quickly turning around, throwing up a massive crystal, blocking the attack.

“Have fun getting through Obsidian.” Elizabeth smirked softly before screaming was heard on the other side, the crystal breaking.

“You— You stupid girl get back here!!!” Arid yelled as he ran at Elizabeth. Robin and her made eye contact, ready to fight. An arrow pierced Arid in the stomach before it was followed by 3 more arrows.

“Hurt my daughter again… and I won’t miss your heart next time.” Green Arrow growled as he lowered his bow. Elizabeth turned to her adopted father and bolted into his arms, “I missed you so much baby…” Green Arrow whispered as he picked up his daughter into a tight hug.

Once he released her, Elizabeth rushed to Nightwing and hugged him. “I’m glad you’re back kiddo… Tim hasn’t slept well these few days.” He said and patted her head.

“Who says Tim sleeps even when I am here?” Elizabeth commented; the two sharing a small laugh before the younger turned to Helix and Superman, walking over to them. “Helix… Superman… I’m… I’m sorry… for acting the way I did and not upholding my promise. I thought I could beat Arid, and save Tim without any issues… but look at the mess I caused.”

Helix would lean down and gently pull Elizabeth into a hug. “I’m not mad… I was just worried… me and Clark may not be your parents, or adopted parents, but we both see you like a daughter we don’t have…” Helix would rub her cheek and smile softly. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Superman would nod in agreement as he watched Helix stand back up and join his open arms.

Elizabeth would feel arms wrap around her back making her flinch but lean into his hold. She smiled, not even needing to turn around, knowing who the back hug was from. She would rub his cheek and smile softly, feeling her tears fall freely again. The painful memories of the feeling of death… now to this moment of standing here around the people she loved, it was all so much. She would turn around in the bat boy’s arms and hold his cheeks. “Tim…” Just with the whisper of his name, nothing else and nothing more, the masked boy melted as he leaned in and did what he should’ve done along ago, kiss her.

(drawings are mine btw!!)

#tim drake #tim drake robin #batman #justice league #young justice #dc comics #dc universe #dc robin #dc oc #dc ocs #tim drake x reader #dc x reader #superman #superman x reader

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natalievoncatte · 2 years ago

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Updating Tomorrow: Nothing to Fear

Kara remained stock still, barely daring to breathe. With a quick flick of her eyes, she scanned the area with her x-ray vision. There were sixteen hostages besides James, including Snapper Carr, and Kara knew them all. By some dark miracle, Nia wasn't here. She must have been out on assignment or conducting an interview or perhaps had simply stepped out for some innocuous reason. It itched the back of Kara's mind, the timing.

No significant injuries. No bombs, no weapons other than what they carried. The Joker himself carried only a revolver under his coat and the switchblade he was tenderly stroking against James's cheek, as if giving him an expert shave. His mirthless eyes bored into Kara.

"What do you want, Joker?"

His voice bubbled with mirthless giggles. "My face on the one dollar bill."

James flinched as the blade drew a fine line across his cheek, tiny drops of blood bleeding along its length. Kara sucked in a breath.

"I wonder," said the Joker. "How much is Superman's Pal worth to Superman's Cousin? What's ol Jimmy's measure? Your editor? The new guy? Beth from accounting?"

"Let them go," said Kara. "They have no part in this."

"They were here," said the Joker.

"If it's me you want, I'm here."

"You really think I'm going to throw away my insurance policy?" said the Joker. "I know you're fast, but how fast? Faster than a speeding bullet, but what about ten? Twenty? Can you catch them all and stop me from putting a smile on his widdle face?"

For emphasis, the Joker clamped his free hand on James's chin and gave it a little shake. James kept his expression flat, neutral. He practically ordered her: Stop him, don't worry about me.

She didn't dare move.

"Are we going to stand here all night, or are you going to get to the point?"

"You talk a big game," said the Joker, "but you've got a lousy poker face, Supergirl. You've got a tell. Crinkle." He tapped the center of his forehead.

Kara schooled her face still, fighting the revulsion swirling in her stomach.

"I'll ask you again. What do you want?"

The Joker's rictus grin went slack, pulling his features in a clownish, maudlin frown. "Oh, you think this is about a ransom? Okay, fine. I want two billion dollars, a Rolls Royce Phantom II, two helicopters, and an egg salad club with a slice of tomato and bacon. Oh, wait, that's Harvey."

He giggled.

Kara took a step forward. "Don't test me, clown."

"Oh, you see, that's why I'm here," said the Joker. "This isn't about money, Supergirl. I'm not here to rob banks. I'm here for a deeper purpose. A favor to an august colleague, taken from us before his time. ROSCOE!"

One of the Joker's men stepped forward and began, badly, playing a violin.

"Poor Lex Luthor. Can you imagine the ignominy, the shame? After all the work he put into being such a perfect arch enemy, the big blue boy scout just dumps him and leaves. Now, I ask you, did Lexie-Poo deserve that? Imagine what must have gone through the poor guy's head. Not only did his rival fob him off on you, the distaff counterpart, you weren't even the one to finish him off! Lex Luthor, the Great Alexander of Our Time, the Man of Tomorrow, genius philanthropist playboy scientist and fully functioning homicidal artist, shot dead by a woman who got the drop on him. Lex, killed by a secretary."

Kara's blood ran cold, and the world tilted around her.

Did he mean Lena? How did he know that?

"Oh yes, I know," said the Joker. "Lex left me a bequest, to be laid at my feet in the event of his untimely passing. A great treasure, a bounty of secrets that are mine, and mine alone."

Kara swallowed, or tried to, and found her throat going dry.

"Say, how's Mom, by the way? Did she make it to your last Earth Birthday?"

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Nothing to Fear will update tomorrow!

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chipper-smol · 3 years ago

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Hollow Knight Telephone Round Two: Pale Jester Chain 2

Prompt: PJ finds his way into Lemm’s shop and begins ruminating about all the different relics with surprising accuracy and knowledge (much to Lemm’s annoyance and confusion)

By @werewolforeos

Lemm was alone, as usual. He dusted off the king’s idols so the illustrious stone regained its shine. He froze as the door to his ‘shop’ creaked, and the bell jingled- please don’t be another caffeine-wanting bug, he thought, turning around to greet the customer.

The masked bug was taller than he was, though not by much- most of its height came from its horns, eight tall spikes resembling a crown. Yet despite this regal feature, it dressed in a fool’s clothes- Lemm could almost imagine the bells attached to the cape’s ends, which luckily were absent. And all its clothes shone with a deep crimson.

“How can I help you?” Lemm muttered, eyeing the stranger’s staff. “Oh, mind that shelf, would you?”

“Oh! A friendly face in these caverns! My, my! What an unexpected surprise!” The bug replied with a too-jolly attitude. Lemm decided he did not like this bug. “Why, I was merely exploring this city- it’s quite hectic outside, no?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” Lemm replied. “My shop here is safe, at least. It’s quite calm up here. Have you seen those husks?”

“Yes, yes. Quite the sad fate they have been left with- blinded by those unsightly orange lumps, yet stuck in their daily rituals all the same.” The stranger brought up his hands to his face, in a mocking display of shock. “Oh, heavens! We have yet to introduce ourselves to each other!”

Lemm rolled his eyes. “Name’s Lemm. Don’t have much else to say on that matter, but what’s yours, stranger?”

“Ah- they call me Jester, back up there. You have a nice name, Lemm!” A shiver went up Lemm’s spine as Jester spoke his name- he ignored it, it’s probably just the breeze. “So, Lemm! What do you do up here? It’s quite the nice shop~!” said the Jester, picking up a wanderer’s journal.

“Ah- hands off, please. The knowledge stored on these antiques is priceless.” Lemm tapped Jester on the hands. “I buy these relics of this old kingdom, for the sake of history and preservation. I’ve got many journals to decipher- so if you don’t mind, unless you have any relics for me…?”

“Ah, no, I do not have anything you might be interested in. Though,” the Jester mused, “Perhaps I might be able to assist in deciphering the script? It seems familiar to me.”

Lemm scoffed. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. Tell you what, if you can decipher a full journal, I might part with it once I’ve copied it down somewhere.” “That sounds like a challenge to me~! Challenge accepted, shopkeep.”

Lemm gave the Jester a journal he’d deciphered already, to test how well he knew the old script of Hallownest. Putting his finger to the script, the Jester seemed lost in thought, as though looking at an old memory. “This is a passage about those blue cocoons, is it not? They call it Lifeblood.” Lemm blinked.

“That is… correct. But, could you translate the whole passage? I’m curious as to what your skills are.”

“The swirling blue liquid relieves pain, but if too much is taken at once, the Lifeblood seems to take over. We must carefully ration the amount given to the hospitals. Signed… Lurien, the Watcher.”

...That was, way too fast. “Hmm. I’m not convinced. Another.” Lemm trades the journal in the Jester’s hands for another.

“The circus was in town today,” the Jester reads aloud, “and I got to see Marissa’s show! Her voice is so soothing- it reminds me of my dreams.” Lemm was silent. This is ridiculous.

“Hm? Did I make a mistake?”

“Oh, no. I was lost in thought about- these signs here,” Lemm lies. “I hadn’t yet translated this passage, and had not seen this combination written as one word yet.”

“Oh! You’re looking at ‘plague’ there, shopkeep.” Cogs whirred as Lemm processed this information- these journals talk about many things, how did this Jester decipher these so quickly? And does he know things Lemm does not?

“These icons next to each other- ‘sick’ and ‘many’. Many sick make a plague, no?”

“Yes, yes. That does make sense. And here…”

“That’s a shopping list,” the Jester waved it away. “Honeydew, boofly meat, it seems as though this one was quite rich. Though it’s not that important,” he claims, “as those letters from the Watcher you’ve got there seem much more interesting to me.”

You’ve got to be kidding me, everything he’s said has been correct. Even the ones I hadn’t yet gotten to. Just who is this bug, exactly?

The Jester strided over to Lemm’s undeciphered journals, focusing on a specific grouping. “I hereby request the addition of a chamber for Lexi, my butler, inside my Spire. He wishes to stay as he works, and…” Jester pauses as he grabs the next passage. “I believe it would be a good idea to have him with me as I prepare for slumber. Hm, a little fruity, aren’t we, Watcher?”

Lemm just stood there, dumbfounded. “Er. I. Okay.” This is a lot more information than I expected to get in five minutes. Ignoring him, the Jester continued to rummage through the relics, stumbling across a stray king’s idol.

“Hey! Those were ordered to date and time!”

“And now they are not. Is there any issue there? If it is, you can always order them again.”

Lemm definitely did not like this bug. “Excuse me? You waltz into my shop, damage my collection, and strut about like you own the place with your knowledge of the signs used in Hallownest’s prime. Who do you think you are?” “That is irrelevant. I do wonder… where did you find this statuette?”

“A wanderer comes by every so often with many relics, and cleans out my geo stash. I mean- that’s irrelevant. Why do you care?”

Holding the idol at an arm’s length, the Jester tilted his head, studying the way it was sculpted. “This one was found in the resting grounds. I can smell the lavender,” he muses. “I’m surprised they had one of these there- the moths didn’t take kindly to that King. I suppose that’s understandable, given what he did to them.”

“Moths?”

“Yes, yes. Quite a long time ago, they lived in the lands Hallownest was built upon. Did you never get an education?”

Lemm blinks. “Well, I had school, but-”

“Shopkeep, this is something all bugs used to know. Did they scrap it out of the history books? ...Of course he would, that King would do anything for validation. I’m sure the guilt is eating him up from the inside.”

“Jester. The king is dead. Has been for a while. Have you not seen the state of decay this kingdom is in?”

“Ah, no. That Wyrm is still alive somewhere- I’m sure of it.” The Jester moved back to the door, holding his staff in one hand, and journals in the other three. “I do wonder,” he muttered under his breath,”why are these so familiar? Ah, Lemm, was it? Would you mind if I took these outside?”

Before Lemm could express indignance, the door opened once more- standing in it a drenched wanderer, who often stopped by to supply Lemm with his many relics. The pale white mask they donned looked up at the crimson Jester, an unreadable expression behind it. The wanderer gripped the handle of their nail- sharpened, coiled, pure. They recognized the Jester, and they did not particularly like him, Lemm thought. At least Lemm wasn’t alone in disliking his clown schtick. That being said, the Jester still held some relics- if a fight broke out, they could get damaged. Lemm quietly pried open the hands of the Jester.

“Ohoho! We meet again, little one! Do tell me about your excursions down here, won’t you?” The Jester was met with silent scorn. The shop was rife with tension, though the Jester seemed oblivious to it.

“Er, pardon me, but mayhaps you two should take this… outside.”

The wanderer stared at the Jester for another moment, before breaking their gaze away, and briskly walking towards Lemm. They rummaged in their pockets, producing another pair of journals, a Hallownest seal, and an arcane egg. The Jester giggled, the wanderer quickly turning their head towards him, and then sprinting back into the endless rain of the City of Tears before Lemm could give the wanderer the geo they were due.

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By @couch-cat

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By @arandoskeleartist

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By @uncurdled-bean-curd

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By @the-trans-anon

Lemm was going to have a stroke.

He’d been having a perfectly fine day going through his relics without any annoyances running around, when a strange bug he’d never seen before entered his shop. The bug didn’t seem to have any relics to share, saying he was just exploring, and had been about to leave when he noticed one of Lemm’s king idols.

“What’s that?” The bug asked, reaching for the idol.

Lemm quickly yanked it out of his reach, not thrilled with the idea of someone manhandling his relics. “It’s an idol of the Pale King. The King himself was rarely seen so the bugs of Hallownest worshiped these in his stead.”

“Lies!” Before he could blink, the bug had grabbed the idol and jumped back towards the door. He held the idol up above their head, admiring it.

“Clearly it’s a tiny statue of me! Can you not see the resemblance?” He asked, looking towards Lemm and pressing the idol against his mask, eyes alight with mirth.

Lemm was about to snap at the bug to give him back the idol for gods sake it’s a historical artifact not a toy- when he too started to notice the similarities between the idol and the strange bug. Both had similar horns rising up as a crown, though the bug’s horns were much more curved than the King’s, and their masks looked nearly identical save for the black lines running down the bug’s face. The main difference was their clothing, with most of the King’s imagery in white and the bug’s clothes in a bright, fiery red. The more he looked, the more clear their uncanny resemblance became.

“...Are you related to the Pale King?” Lemm asked, feeling a headache start to form.

The bug looked confused, then put down the idol. “ Ah no, I’m afraid I simply jest my friend. Though we have similar names, I have never heard of your “Pale King” before. Though I have to say,” He looked back at the idol “your king was quite the looker.”

“Wait, what do you mean you have similar names? What’s your name?!”

The bug looked about ready to answer, before he froze and looked up at the ceiling. “Ah, my apologies my friend. It appears the Master is in need of me.”

“The Master??!”

“May we meet again.” The strange bug bowed, and raced out of the shop.

“Wait! You can’t just say something like that and leave who does that!? Come back here!” Lemm ran after the bug, but he was nowhere to be found. “Shit.” He sighed, before deciding to look around for any sign of the bug. That bug had to have some kind of connection with the King, and like hell he was going to pass up a chance to get information about the reclusive Pale King. He needed to talk to that bug.

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By @lesiasmadness

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By @redcynder1234

Lemm angrily grumbled at the tiny hands that dragged him halfway across the kingdom. He had tried to fight the smaller vessel off back in the city of tears. When they had suddenly barged into his little relic shop, seeming urgent as he tried to drag the grumpy old bug out of his shop. Lemm had tried to wave them away, but the smaller bug had quite a lot of determination to show them something then and there, at least no husks dare tread in their path as they traveled. The infection may be gone for sure, but husks of former bugs sometimes still lingered around, it was nerve wracking for sure, but lemm was safe in his shop where he could get lost in his work for hours on end. However now with the little shadow dragging him out of the safety of his home, He was a little on edge.

Finally as it seemed the little ghost had dragged them to their location they pointed upwards. Looking up, lemm grumbled seeing an old rusty chain leading up an old well. “Absolutely not.” He growled out. Even as the small vessel flapped their monarch wings to start and climb the chain. Hearing his response however they stopped and looked down before pulling out something from their cloak. One hand on the chain they waved a king's idol in the air. “Yes you’ve been waving that thing at me through this entire journey! I still don’t understand why you’ve dragged me halfway across hallownest.” He barked angrily. If only the little vessel could speak. He assumed they couldn't speak a few visits back as they sold old trinkets at his shop but lemm never could be sure. It really felt like they were speaking sometimes.

The vessel seemed to wave and point it up desperately before disappearing up the well. “Ey! Little squirt! Come back here!” He barked up the shaft angrily. However when no shadow came to retrieve him he just grumbled angrily. “Stupid, familiar looking…” Lemm mumbled under his breath as he climbed up the chain. If his curiosity about what they wanted wasn't so persistent he would have turned straight back around and headed back to the city of tears. Plus, kings idols were a rare find and he wanted to get his hands on as many as he could.

As he scrambled over the ledge of the well, his old carapace not liking the climb in the slightest, he looked around. He remembered hearing about the town of dirtmouth. By its size alone lemm could tell the town must have been a lively and successful one before the infection's grip controlled and destroyed the place. It was sad, maybe to anyone other than lemm at the moment. Grumpy and tired he saw the cloaked vessel padding towards two pinky almost red tinted tents. “Little pest… just doing to leave me behind!” He barked angrily as he followed after the vessel. Nothing left to do this far into this journey but to follow the little gremlin. Plus, in case there were any more infected lingering about, he rather have another soul that could fight them off then be left to fend them off himself. He only knew how to work with small pliers and knives, not nails and needles.

The vessel seemed to be approaching a small crowd that had formed outside the tents. They had been there before the two entered town, but lemm could already tell from a distance they were all… scared? More weary if anything. As he got closer the little ghost had turned, waving the small king's idol wildly while pointing through the crowd. “Give me that.” He snapped while snatching the king's brand from their hands. “I swear if you really wanted to sell it to me you could have done it in the city of tears, instead of dragging me halfway across the kingdom!” He snapped angrily. Making sure it hadn’t been damaged he fetched a bag of geo from under his cloak and dropped it without even looking at the vessel. “You're lucky I'm not taking half of that for dragging me her- OW.” He barked when ghost suddenly yanked his beard. “I swear-“ he growled as he looked down, wavinging the vessel's hand away from his beard. However the vessel was glaring into his soul and pointing. Angrily he huffed and looked up, before his eyes widened. Huh? That was impossible!?!

Looking down at the idol in his hands he looked up. The normal silver cloak was gone, replaced with red jester clothes. His crown of thorns was bent in such a painful looking way it almost made lemm cringe at the thought; and yet as lemm held up the king's idol he could see the similarities. Far too close similarities to be a coincidence. However there was no way the king of hallownest was some low-life jester doing gags and tricks to please the normal class's eye. Especially to a dead kingdom. Yet thinking this could be the king's brother was almost laughable. The king was a wyrm if the small amount of text he deciphered was true. And wyrms were giant beasts that could kill anything in its path. Then who was this look-a-like in front of them? That must be why the vessel had dragged them here, they may be curious themselves but since lemm was such a history nut he would know more. Could have still told him that before dragging him here.

As the jester bowed and the small crowd nervously clapped. Seeming to be more doing it to please someone then actually liking the show. He paused as the jester disappeared back into the pink tents. He knew the vessel was still standing beside them, watching the relic keeper curiously. Lemm knew he shouldn't enter the tent and ask such a question, but so many questions could be solved about this kingdom if this stupid look-a-like statue was this strange jester. The pale king hidden right under everyone's noses. Yet it still felt wrong in some way but he couldn't figure out why.

Lemm didn't understand what caused him to head towards the menacing face-looking tents; but he headed inside their pink tinted curtains. He didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't the tent to be almost pitch black except for small lanterns hanging up around the place. He expected at least a little of the outside world's lights to cut through the fabric. Sure it wasn't bright already in dirtmouth, but the sheets had looked almost see through before, now they looked like solid walls keeping the relic keeper inside. A shiver ran down his back as he almost instantly regretted his decision. He was a relic seeker, not an explorer that went out and actually found the relics to study. However it was a bit too late to turn back now.

Walking down the hallway he saw another bug standing there. Playing a spooky tone upon the accordion in their hands. Lemm wished he could have just snuck around the bug but they noticed him before he got too close. “Mrmm… Sorry, but the master does not want visitors at the moment...” Lemm gulped softly. “Actually I am uh… here to see your jester I believe. I wanted to praise them for the wonderful show.” The lie came out of his mouth a bit smoother than he intended. Yet it seemed the other paused before nodding forward. “Mrmm… Continue then… but do not linger.” they simply stated. Lemm quickly nodded and passed by, making sure the king's idol was safely out of sight from the other bug's eyes. Once passed he calmed down a bit. The hallway led to a pretty large room, silken ropes hanging from just about everywhere above his head. Somewhere tied together, some were almost touching the ground. They were so long, but lemm had to admit it was a pretty sight. Something white suddenly appeared from above, it was the jester alright, carefully twisted around the silken fabric. Was he dancing? It kinda appeared like it. “H-hello?” lemm wasn't one for conversation but it felt a little awkward just watching the other. The other quickly looked down, a mask upon the other's face made the relic seeker shiver. However the others voice didn't sound nearly as threatening as he expected it to be. “Ah! Greetings down there, what brings you to the grimm kin’s tent.” He called down. Carefully sliding down the silken ropes to hang upside down in front of the relic seeker. Lemm nervously took a step back before stealing himself. “I wanted to ask you a question.” The jester tilted his head curiously. Carefully righting himself and wrapping his legs around the silken ropes to keep himself suspended in mid hair.

“Oh?” He hummed curiously “What question do you have for a little jester like me?” he spoke. Lemm gulped nervously before speaking. “Do… were… I….” how does he just ask someone if they were a king?! “Were you a king before?” He blurted out in her strange panic. The jester seemed to pause before bursting out laughing. Lemm huffed even if he knew how stupid that must of just sounded. “I’m serious!” He barked out, feeling a bit flustered. As the jester calmed he wiped a single tear that had formed in the mask's eye. “A funny joke for sure little bug, but there would be no way that I could be a king. I would probably put buzzsaws and little traps as far as the eye could see.” he snickered to himself as he joked, but lemm just huffed. “I am serious-” he barked again but the jester interrupted him “Then your answer is obviously no my small bug.” he chuckled “I could never be a king of something.” He chuckled. “Either way, I don't think you should be back here. If the master finds out you're here he may be quite mad.” The pale jester said with another chuckle. Lemm huffed angrily. “You look like the ruler that used to rule here--” “--That's enough.” the jester spoke with a huff. “I understand a joke but pushing it makes it unfunny.” the other huffed.

Lemm growled. “I’m not joking! I already said that.” he barked “You look like the king of his land, look-!” He held up the king idol that he had hidden in his cloak. The jester paused. If lemm continued to speak he didn't hear it, He focused on the idol in there hand. It made the jester feel strange, like there was something scratching at the back of their head but just couldn't figure out what was causing it. Like a memory long compressed and lost to time. Maybe it was better that they were suppressed but…. Flashes of memories went through his head. Bright white images with blurred faces. Hissing he took a step back before his head cleaned and something warm brushed his shoulder. Looking up he noticed grimm standing over him, his eyes seemed kind and light hearted but the jester could sense the small bit of anger in them.

The jester watched Grimm calmly lead the other outside the tents. Their words didn't fully register to him however as the two left. The strange symbol still was imprinted in his mind but the memories that had come along with them were gone. Strange, but it may be better for such things to stay hidden in his memory, but the jester was still curious. When grimm appeared beside him again through a burst of red smoke he seemed calm, but his red eyes shined in worry. “Ah yes I'm ok.” he chuckled nervously. “Just got a bit of a headache.” he said “What a strange bug.” he spoke, looking towards the entrance to the tent. Grimm only softly hummed “Indeed… Come, we have plenty still to do while we're here.” The jester paused before nodding, following grimm back into the tent.

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By @daikoski

The Pale Jester always had a knack for dancing.

—Or perhaps, certain kinds of it.

He’d discovered one time when indulging on a slower song from Brumm, that he had a knack for ballroom dancing of all things! But such a thing isn’t commonplace for his kind of performance, no, he much prefers storytelling accompanied with a fun little jig of sorts. Ballroom dancing—especially with the audience he tends to have—seems to be something a little too formal and delicate.

Which is why he finds himself taking on the endeavor of trusting seemingly delicate, flowing silks with the entirety of himself. Ahh, yes, that of aerial dancing! He notes them as seemingly delicate, as they’re more than capable of securing far more weight than originally thought, but also... he’s very sharp.

—Of course, he’s not so clumsy now to go and let his claws tear straight through the silk now, nor would he allow the plates of his body to catch on it either. Not like that one time, when he had first been trying to pitch the choreography to this performance...

Now that had been something. The clicking tear of threads being pulled apart and the swoop of his stomach as he plummeted before quickly catching himself with his tail, something of a boisterous, abrupt laugh escaping him.

“You’re not trying to escape from a web, are you? Try not to cut yourself down little Fool!” Divine had jeered affectionately, and he could have easily preened from the spark of laughter that ignited the rest of the Troupe before lowering himself.

(... he also most certainly tries to pad the sharp ridges of his body a little more ever since that incident, but that’s besides the point.)

Ah, but that’s beside the point. Such a joyous thing it is, to inspire such a reaction in others, even if it’s from a

slipup like that. Perhaps it’s even better when it is. (Aer all, the Jester in fact would like to think he uses his foolishness to endear

himself to others, not dolt around.)

The tent is empty as of now, though that’s no concern. The Grimmkin will flood the audience the moment he does so much as enter the stage—no, he’s searching for the more unfamiliar-yet-not guests to come in, if at all. Perhaps the little wanderer, the shadow? Or maybe even one of the town folks bold enough to come by? Oh, or the princess warrior! Though her kind are truly experts in silk, and he finds himself unsure of how she’ll take his performance. (It is due to her influence that he felt himself particularly inclined to this song and dance aer all.)

Ah, he should probably do some last checks on the rigging, make sure they’re steady and all that. That, and check on his costume, too.

“C’mon Jester, don’t tell me your talons are going all stiff on ya!” comes the snicker of a Grimmkin trying to goad him on, and he laughs, before launching into a sprightly comical bow, tail flicking. Actually, he feels as nimble as possible, thank you very much!

“Of course not, dear friend! I’m simply waiting to greet our beloved guests—” and speak and she will come, the familiar rubied-red cloak catches his eye, and he immediately pats and dismisses the ‘kin to greet the spider. “And here one comes now!”

“Hello, hello! Welcome, Little Hornet—” there’s a bit of distaste that shines through her expression at his thoughtless nickname, and he would reel it in had he not

already said it, instead opting to tuck the information away for next time, “—you’re just in time for this next performance! Sit down, sit down, make yourself comfortable!”

She’s ushered to her seat, which is something on the front rows amongst the many grimmkin. Idly he notes that neither of her siblings are attending, though he has no complaints.

This one’s less of a personal performance and more for all the Troupe to see, so he won’t be able to converse with her until aer. She comes here most oen to ask questions, aer all. A no-nonsense type of bug she is, and it’s only customary he’ll allow such aer a performance, and she seems to know the same. Nonetheless, he bites back a bark of amusement at the way she glowers at the chatty Grimmkin, a little bit crowded as it is.

Lights snap on, beaming bright and warm, and the show begins.

Distantly, he can hear the beginning notes of Brumm’s accordion, and ah, what a perfect guide he always is! The familiar haunting call sends a thrill through the Jester, and it’s with that he begins his performance.

He wonders briefly if aerial silk dancing has ever been seen within Hallownest. Perhaps so, perhaps not; he only learned due to the Troupe aer all, and Grimm hadn’t really shared where he had learned such an art either...

The whisper of silk that he coils around his hand is taut, strong and secure the more he loops it. It’s with quick, tight motions and a graceful swoop that he suspends himself right upside down, sharp mandibles pulling back into a pleased smile from behind his mask. That was a satisfying maneuver.

There’s a split second of concern regarding his costume—the fabric of his wings just do not seem to be cooperating this time around, but alas, it simply feels right to have them there!

The more he spends within the air, the more inclined, the more fond he becomes in fitting such an image. It feels even better when the silks are pulled and he’s practically in arms reach to the ceiling.

Though the Jester isn’t quite sure how to describe it; a certain kind of fun exhilaration, a familiar twinge in his chest at being lied to such a height—he’d first noticed it through the use of mere ropes and cranks, to trapezing and other such elevated storytelling (Ha! Perhaps if he finds more joyous stories to share, he could workshop that into a joke to tell Hornet...) to now dancing with aerial silks.

He lets himself be guided and pulled along, to sway and twirl with the call of the music and the warmth of the Heart with practiced ease and elegance. But of course; he’s more than prepared for this, and with each swoop and dip his smile widens more and more.

When the curtains close and all the Grimmkin have seen fit to disappear off to do whatever it is their hearts desire, the Jester remains lingering on the stage. To clean up mainly, but it is to keep a keen eye on the nimble princess as well. He watches as she simply hops up and makes her way down towards him, and he perks up in attention.

There’s some attempt at niceties, just polite, pleasant conversation on his part, to which she kind of shuts down aer a moment.

“Why the new performance?” Ahh, so some curiosity was piqued!

The Jester hums thoughtfully, letting the silks hold his weight up as he rocks too far back on his legs. It brushes whisper-so against him.

“Perhaps for no specific reason in particular, other than to further expand my capabilities as a jester!” He somewhat not-answers.

She doesn’t respond, instead opting to give him a very narrow eyed look, suspicion and more, and he feels compelled to continue.

“Well, perhaps not nothing. Hypothetically... if this old soul noticed a certain spiderling’s interest in acrobatics—and this is hypothetical, of course!” Hands up in the air as if in surrender yet jestful, he laughs, “and wished to, say, partake in something similar in an attempt to perhaps bond with her...?”

A pause and a beat. “Had it been to your liking, young one?”

He lets the words linger in the air, before dropping his hands down to tug at the silks once more. He wishes to be honest, so even though he feels... uncertain, telling her that, he doesn’t regret it.

Hornet’s expression does... something. It’s tiny—miniscule, even, and perhaps had it been anyone else but him, that faint little tell might have gone unseen. but he does see it, and he recognizes it quickly as some sort of conflicted emotion, a tension that he’s brought upon her.

It seems she very much teeters on something colder, fists gripping at the edge of her cloak before she almost quietly ekes out, “It had been fine.”

The Jester brightens up—why, from such a grumpy young princess like her, that could very well be the highest praise!

...Though it’s best he does not push further, nor goad her on either. Enjoyable their dances can be (with such strong, violent intent from her too!) he’s already finished his own performance, and she’s certainly due to rest sometime soon, nor would he want to upset her more in the first place.

And much to his surprise, she continues, “Such as... that part when you had dropped suddenly... I thought you were certain to fall and crack your mask in half.” Something of a surprised chuckle is pulled from him, and he hums. “Where you were supported by only one silk. It looked... dire.”

It’s vague enough that he can’t really pinpoint what part of the act she was talking about, but it brings forth words to his tongue, but just which ones?

Yes, just what was that phrase... right!

“That part! I was practically hanging by a thread, was I not?”

(So, he hadn’t been able to workshop that ‘elevated’ joke in time... but such is the way!)

By the Heart... he could consider this another job well-done, couldn’t he? No snapping, harsh remarks on the little spiderlings end, no such invasive shenanigans from any of the other grimmkin—the mischief they could get up to!

“It most certainly felt as though I had been too. These silks simply do not part when you want them to! I very nearly cocooned myself at one point!” He muses. A quick

recovery he always is, but it is still such a wrenching moment when there’s even the slightest miss of a cue.

“Tell me, I’ve never had the honour to learn or witness the art of silk in action. I can consider my act something akin to it, though it’s quite incomparable to that of a spider, and I find myself curious! Are there ever such... shenanigans like that?”

Perhaps it’s his curiosity as a now-performer, to find enjoyment in the silliness and mistakes along the way; a perfect performance starts from somewhere aer all, and he finds himself wishing to know more. Hornet probably knows what he’s doing—making good use of that ‘bonding attempt’ that he so mentioned earlier, and...

Is it in poor taste to joke around like this? She is one of the few weavers le... he wonders oandedly, when Hornet lets out something that sounds like a scoff-laugh.

“You would be surprised. Although we in particular favoured silk to be used in tapestries and story keeping rather than dance, it wouldn’t be... uncommon for a mishap to happen in a more verbose storytelling. Such as a silk shroud meant to mimic the silhouette of a corpse creeper ending up on the audience rather than the speaker themself...”

She does not specify if the one accidentally tossing a silken hunter on their audience is her, from her early days of practicing weaving, or anyone else... but she does look a little more relaxed, even if by a pinch. (And if he looked ever closer, maybe even a little embarrassed? It’s tiny, and far off, but maybe...)

(For some reason, he has a feeling he would have been too. Just a little bit.)

Hornet is about to speak more, unprompted (much to his delight), when she halts. One beat, two beats, and then looks at him.

“...you’ve never learned?” It's a small enough question that he nearly misses it. So like a whisper, edged with a sharp venomous hiss, and when the Jester is able to recollect himself from the sudden shock, he’s tuned back in only to see her cold regard and the turn of her back, needle gripped tighter, for she never goes anywhere without it.

“So now you’re curious.”

...Pardon?

He doesn’t give the reaction she wants, if the (hurt? angry?) scoff she gives at his bewilderment is not enough of a tell, then it’s the way she rolls her eyes before looking askance.

“...I will be taking my leave now.” She mutters something more about ‘he never learned about the weavers’ ... ‘not even of their culture?’ but the last bits of it are lost as she disappears from sight completely.

...

That... had not gone well? Or did it? It most certainly feels as though it did, but now their conversation has been cut short without him being able to give so much as a farewell. But he lets her leave. Not that he would stop her, especially knowing she’ll stop by sometime again, but he simply... watches.

She had been upset, in the beginning, and then the end. Upset at him. (Isn’t the first time.) (That’s one, aching pain in his chest today.)

...

The curtains have fallen, and as of now it’s time he recuperates for the next performance.

...That, or dust off that lantern of his to go and gather more flames for the Heart. The Troupe Master had allowed him to forgo such responsibilities in favour of honing his aerial dance aer all. Even with permission, he can feel the faint call of the flames, the flicker-spark as they burn deep within the depths of this poor, dilapidated kingdom.

(Or is it the call of the Heart pulling him away from his encounter with Hornet?)

(The enthralling change in attention is enough to jarr him just a little bit out of his thoughts, though he’s unsure if that’s what he wants or not. Distraction or focus?)

Deliberately, he redirects his thoughts to the spiderling, to their interactions.

...As a whole, it seems today has le him with very different emotions.

She had been testy at first, as always, but it seemed like he managed to converse pleasantly for her, even for just an exchange. And then she’s up and gone in not a moment later.

...There was an uncertain edge to her, when he had told her of his reasons for practicing such dance. The faintest scrunch of her fangs, as if trapped between pulling back into a snarling hiss or an uncertain smile. Or that if she did feel hostile, it was as though she was in polite company and couldn’t afford to be as such.

(And he knows very well that she does not quite see him as polite company, so why does she refrain as such other than habit?)

She was never one to hide her distaste towards him, but that had been something... different. What, he isn’t sure, but... odd, for such a small detail to stick out to him like that.

Ah, haha! But of course he recognized such a tell, not when he has the exact same quirk! Conflicted between strict decorum and honesty, where he’d much rather be honest and forthright than needlessly tense, as he’s so oen teased by his beloved—!

—His... beloved? No name follows that, and although it would be a complete term of endearment

as is, it doesn’t... feel complete. His beloved... one who knows him, knows his face despite the mask upon it

now...? His...

...Odd.

(...Here’s another chest pang.)

There’s a harsh little wheeze of a sour note, and the Jester perks up to see Brumm approaching, fiddling with the instrument before kicking into a slower, soer melody. He hadn’t realized he'd been standing there still, center of the stage, still with hands entangled in the silks, still very much not cleaning up or resting.

“Hello there, friend!” He greets, receiving only a nod in response and a curious look.

“Mrmm... Did something happen? Had it not gone well?” Straight to the point as always, too...

“I...” he falters, and for a second he feels terribly improper for such an obvious display of weakness, before continuing, “I do believe it couldn’t have gone any better!”

And it’s true! There isn’t much in his opinion that could be improved other than the few minute details, but of course, he is always striving to grow! Simply, everything had felt so right, he has no current complaints for himself!

Which is why... how odd it is that he feels so... down. This is by far one of his best performances yet, but that encounter with Hornet... it leaves him feeling tense. She had, while not the main reason he wished to learn such a dance, had been an influential part of it at least...

Because he cares for her like a... like a daughter. (Though that feels a touch too much, considering the fact she is the princess-protector of this fallen kingdom, and how terrible it is that she is to bear the responsibilities of the once so revered king...)

...So maybe a niece instead?

(Perhaps niece would work better—he can’t go and become too fond of the come and goers who eventually leave, just as how the Troupe will part from these ruins eventually too. But alongside that, there was an amusing term he had learned a few kingdoms back from a grub who had claimed him as their... ‘cool uncle’ in feeling!)

(Truthfully, he had never really learned the semantics of family lines like that—never needed to anyways. Taking up the mantle as a Jester of no-one but the

Troupe leaves him snapping up little bits of information from the many different places they’ve visited.)

(And here he is, subconsciously trying to claim a familial title for himself when he’s the last person someone would want as family.)

...

“I had believed perhaps this would be a more successful performance than my usual song and dance.” he admits, jovial tone a little lacking, far less overplayed than it usually is.

“Though I haven’t the faintest idea why... I thought perhaps it would make her happier that I do something she could potentially partake in. Aer all, I had never........”

Sharp words echo in his mind. ‘You've never?’

..........He had never what? The same phrase worms itself way into his mind again, this time from his own tongue. The things he has never done, but... what? Why is it that he feels inclined, feels like he needs, with all of his foolish heart, to make up for something he isn't aware of? Of strings le undone, of time he had owed but had never given...

There’s something tugging at him faintly, trying to unmoor itself from the deepest parts of his mind yet shrouded in the familiar, now comforting mist of blazing warmth and flame. He tries to prod at the thought a little further, before the feeling escapes him.

(Or perhaps the flame that so carefully protects his mind, so caringly had swept it up, crisping it with its bright beauty and letting it smolder into ashes so that these vague thoughts may no longer cling to him.)

He had never......

......Well, he’s never done many things! What he does now though is what’s more important than ever, and if he so desires to try and chip at all the ‘nevers’, what better way to do it than travelling with the dear Troupe?

Unconsciously, he tugs at the hanging silks. Something to fiddle with if anything.

(His head feels foggy again, chest tight. That’s three aching pains today. Or more? He can’t tell.)

Then there’s the low voice of his dear friend, and the Jester tunes into what Brumm is saying. “...Have you shown Master your new performance?” He doesn’t see, or rather, he can’t see the solemn looks of the musician, can only hear the little ‘hrmm...’ that vibrates from his voicebox.

The song he’s playing comes to an end, and he draws the last note out, long and mournful.

“Ah, but of course. Though I must say I haven’t performed it for him officially other than in practice—it would do me well to hone my skills further! You don't suppose he's free currently?” Brumm is offering a distraction, he’s aware, but nonetheless, he wouldn’t turn down a moment with the Troupe Master when he’s been nothing but kind during pain days like this.

“He should be. I shall inform him then.” He inclines his head. “...Take care.”

Brumm bids him a gentle farewell, soon disappearing into the depths of the tent and leaving the Jester to his thoughts.

So.

...Thrice. Thrice, that those aching pains have visited him within this same hour, and he frowns. Thrice, and he doesn’t have an inkling as to how and where they could have come and gone, nothing but a lingering phantom sensation in his chest.

(He had talked about it with Brumm one time, when they were both musing over the ambiguity of their characters; life before the Troupe, faded and gone, just as with everyone else. Life with the Troupe, all that they’ve known, but a satisfactory life it is.)

Where little weird memory aches aren’t impossible, or even uncommon, but are well taken care of. Soothed even, by the Heart.

Ah yes, the Heart. It’s taken the entire Troupe under its care, hasn’t it? They’re all here with the gied masks that brands them as one with the Heart, they’re here for a reason.

And the comfort that so fills him is something overwhelming, bright and unrelenting, such is the way of a flame within the dark. It washes over the last of the tugging memory pains, and he lets it. Lets it singe and smolder, lets it drape its curtain of red over his mind, so that the ache in his chest will disappear.

All of the lingering worries, all the doubts are held alo by a bare thread— —and the Heart snips through it with ease, and the Fool is at peace.

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By @cloudcryptid

#hollowknight #hollow knight #palejesterau #telephoneknight #the pale king #lemm #ghost #hornet

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dwritesstuff · 3 years ago

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So, I haven’t written in a while and the grammar is probably sketch. I saw someone requested a Fez and Lexi kissing in rain fic. It’s a little short but here you go.

She flung herself out of the store, frantically swinging her foot at the kickstand of her bike and yanking it from the wall.

She noticed too late that the rain had starting coming down in sheets. She blindly pushed her bike out to the street not quite mounting it yet. She heard his voice calling her name.

“Wait up! Lexi, wait.”

She halted but did not turn to face him.

“Let me give you a ride. It’s pouring. And that fucker is out here free roaming and shit.”

Her shoulders tensed and she took some deep breathes.

Fez’s brain was in overload and he just wanted her to say something.

“Look, I’m sorry you had to be there for that shit. I know this is going to make you want to run. First, I beat the shit out of a guy and now, I get threatened. I don’t know how that ass clown knew you but I do like you a lot and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

That last part had slipped out before he could stop it. Fuck it. It wasn’t like it was some secret.

He pulled in a sharp breath as her shaky voice finally responded.

“If you knew what cowards, my sister and I are. You wouldn’t like me at all.”

“What you mean ?”

“That was Nate Jacob’s father. He came to our house and intimidated the hell out of my sister and I until she broke. She told him who you were.” She gulped some air and waited.

“He went to y’all’s crib ? Was your moms there? If I had known that I would have gave him the same gift I gave his son. Why would that make me not like you? You couldn’t help any of that.”

“I knew he was after you but instead of texting you or calling I just came here. And panicked when I saw that girl and said nothing because my feelings were hurt. I got my hopes up and you were just being nice.”

“You rode all the way here? When you could have just text. To see me?”

“Yeah.” She offered weakly

She felt his hand on her abdomen and time went in slow motion. His hand smoothly and gently crossed to her right side and turn her body to his. His other hand cupped her cheek. He was closing the distance of their lips.

“Fucking fearless” he whispered just as their lips connected.

It took her a moment to match his motions but, when she found the rhythm the intensity deepened. She pulled his shirt to bring him closer. He let out a moan. He pulled back slowly. She saw her lipstick smeared on his lips and into his beard a little.

“It’s not that I don’t want to keep going but I need to get you home safe. I won’t ask to do nothing you do want to. But can I please give you a ride home?”

“Ok, Fez.”

A big smile spread across his face and he just stared at her for a minute.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“The way you said my name. I like that.”

#euphoria #fez x lexi #fezco euphoria

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amanda-glassen · 3 years ago

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Drabble Prompts #41

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

Because this line screams Serena Benson 😂

My drabbles are never drabbles and always end up like over 1,000 words. Sorry about that. I just always have fun with The Wonder Years universe.😄

Swimming all day had made Olivia thirsty, so when her uncle Kyle brought out a six-pack of Kool-Aid Bursts, Olivia immediately got out of the pool.

“Wanna help me crack open this six pack?” Uncle Kyle asked her when she sat down next to him on a lounge chair.

“Can Alex have one, too?”

Kyle handed her one of the cherry Kool-Aid Bursts. “I don’t know. You tell me. Is your girl a lightweight or can she hang?”

“No, Alex can party,” Olivia nodded.

The three of them were on their second Kool-Aid Burst when Uncle Kyle decided to convince Olivia to do the unthinkable. “Most business deals are made over a cold drink,” he began. “And I have a proposition for the two of you. Seeing as we’re going to Disneyland tomorrow, I know the two of you could use some extra spending money.”

“I’m listening,” Olivia intently leaned in.

“I want you to prank your mom for me,” Kyle told them.

“No,” Olivia shook her head. “I’ve heard of my mom’s revenge pranks and I don’t want to be the target of one.”

“Ollie, you’re her baby,” Uncle Kyle pointed out. “She’d never prank you. That’s why this is perfect. I just need the two of you to say something that’s going to freak her out. I’ll even let you have creative control over what you say. I just want you to get her good.”

“How much are you offering?” Alex asked. “Twenty bucks, no. Fifty bucks, yes, and that’s fifty bucks each. I’m scared of Serena’s pranks, too, so I need my compensation to be worth it.”

It was an hour before sunset when the entire Benson family was outside. Jamie and Mr. Benson were at the grill. Alex and Olivia were taking turns on the water slide and Kyle, Serena, Lexie, and Olivia’s grandma were sitting by the pool. Olivia noticed her mom was on her fourth Kool-Aid Burst and acting unusually happy for some reason. I think it’s time.

Olivia got out of the pool and motioned for Alex to follow her. When they were seated at the table, they each grabbed a Kool-Aid Burst and took a few sips to gather up the nerve.

“Alex, did you know this makes your tongue red? Look!” Olivia stuck out her tongue at her girlfriend.

“Your tongue is really red,” Alex pointed out. “I like your tongue, Olivia. It’s so long.”

“Whoa,” Lexie laughed. “What’s going on here?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” Serena told her. “They’re just kids.”

“Aunt Lexie, what do you mean?” Olivia asked. “How is Alex saying I have a long tongue mean something bad?”

“Yeah, Lexie,” Serena teased. “Get yourself out of this one.”

“This is not my area of expertise,” Lexie insisted. “Ollie, why don’t you ask your mom and Jamie?”

“Mom,” Olivia began. “What’s that mean? What do you and Jamie know?” Olivia looked over at Uncle Kyle trying not to laugh hysterically and even her grandma was trying to maintain her composure. I think me and Alex are really earning our fifty dollars.

“Nothing,” Serena responded.

“Serena, I think you should have these types of conversations with Olivia,” Mrs. Benson added. “She’s at an age where she’s curious. Besides, you and Jamie aren’t exactly silent. I should know. I have the room right next to yours.”

“Mom! Stop! This is not a conversation I will have with her,” Serena responded, her face turning redder than Olivia had ever seen before. “Can we just change the subject? Please?”

“Alex’s tongue tastes like cherry,” Olivia blurted out. “I found out when I was kissing her this afternoon.”

“That’s it!” Serena stood up from her chair and grabbed another Kool-Aid Burst. “I’m not drunk enough for this! I’m going inside and, when I come back, this family better have switched the topic of conversation.”

“You kids were excellent!” Kyle said as soon as Serena was inside. He, Lexie, and her grandma were in hysterics. “I’ll give you the money after dinner.”

“I’ll throw in an extra hundred,” Mrs. Benson insisted. “You girls earned it.”

“Kyle!” Mr. Benson shouted from the grill. “I want you to leave my little princess alone. She’s fragile right now and I don’t want you doing anything to reverse the progress she’s made.”

“What progress?” Kyle laughed. “Your little princess is on her fourth vodka-spiked Kool-Aid Burst.”

“Not my little Serena,” Mr. Benson shook his head.

“Why do you think she keeps going inside?” Kyle asked. “She fills one of those little medicine syringes with vodka and inserts it into the hole on top of these drinks. Face it, Dad, your little princess is a lush.”

“How did this prank war even start?” Jamie asked.

“When I was six and Serena was eight, I cut the hair off of her favorite Barbie, and she spent the rest of the summer tormenting me,” Kyle began. “She got our Uncle Jeff who used to make movie props to make her this really creepy clown statue. As soon as I’d fall asleep, she’d sneak it into my room and switch the location every night. Some nights, it was right by my bed, other nights in the closet with the closet door wide open, but it was always staring at me and it’d be the first thing I’d see when I’d wake up in the middle of the night. I finally got fed up and confronted her. And that’s when she looks me dead in the eyes and says ‘Kyle, we don’t have a clown statue. It’s the serial killer who dresses like a clown and hides in kids’ bedrooms. You have to tell Mom and Dad.’ I started crying hysterically and she still kept up with the prank. That whole summer, I thought there was a killer clown out to get me. Our parents thought I was crazy and what made it worse is I later found out Serena paid some boys across the street to dispose of it before Mom and Dad could find any evidence of what she had done. All of this because I cut her Barbie’s hair.”

Jamie snickered. “That’s actually incredibly complex, especially for an eight-year-old.”

“She’s a fucking psychopath,” Kyle warned her. “Don’t be like Mom and Dad and be fooled by those big, sad eyes. She’s 5’5” of crazy. Ask her what she did to Brittany Jenkins, her opponent in the Phi Delt presidential election.”

Olivia turned to the sliding glass door and saw her mom standing in the doorway, Kool-Aid Burst in hand. “What happened between Brittany and me doesn’t concern you, Kyle,” she said in a smug tone of voice. “...and the clown statue wasn’t even my finest hour. You’re forgetting the Ouija board incident. I thought we were finished with this prank war, but when I was inside I realized you had used my own child against me. Ollie, Alex, I have an even better proposition for you. Whatever he paid you, I’ll double it.”

“Deal,” Alex and Olivia said in unison.

“I thought we were business partners. You’re on her side now?” Kyle asked the girls in disbelief.

“Yup,” Olivia responded. “I love you Uncle Kyle, but she’s my mommy and since tomorrow is Disneyland day, more money means the difference between lots of Lightning McQueen stuff and not that much Lightning McQueen stuff.”

“Yeah,” Alex agreed. “I really want sparkly Minnie Mouse ears and a Disney Dooney and Bourke purse. Mine and Olivia’s services are in demand right now so, really Kyle, pranking is currently more of a seller’s market.”

#cabenson #baby cabenson #alex and liv: the wonder years #jerena

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ahhh i’m so late but congrats darling 💖💖💖 can i get a 🚀 + 🪐? tysm kaiii so happy for uuu, for many more milestones to come 🫶🏼

ur not late at all marcy, no worries!!! ily <33 🪐 — my top 5 favorite gifsets of yours and why

peter, mj, & ned + somewhere only we know: MY FEELINGS MARCY MY FEELINGS!!!!!! this is so beautiful tho and this song is so them but my FEELINGS

rue & lexi + ribs: once again MY FEELINGS!!!!!! this song is SO them tho u have such big brain edits marcy istg

zoë kravitz & robert pattinson: listen im putting this here for my own bi panic when i see these two from this shoot JBSDKNLFA but them in black and white >>>>>

eternals (2021): SOOOOO COOL i LOVE gifsets like these and the scenes u chose for these gif posters are SOOOO cool i love this gifset sm

cassie howard reactions: this gifset is so funny JHBDSKFSLDF i think i remember rbing this post and asking if cassie was wearing clown makeup. she wasnt but she damn well should have JHBNKDFL and the commentary from ur friends show that

🚀 — i’ll compliment you/your blog

marcy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <33 genuinely dont know how we are mutuals bestie JHBSDKF ur just so kind and thoughtful and cool and u have beautiful gifsets and idk. ur too cool for me bestie idk how we are mutuals or friends JHBDSKFA

celebrate with me!

#*kai1k #kai.answer #marcy 🕸️#every one of these compliments is going to be 'ur too cool to be my mutual why r u my mutual' JHBSDFKL #but its TRUE!!!!!!!!!

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katewaliss · 4 years ago

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! write with me or fight with me!

you either die by my sword or the most painful head canons imaginable! *merida vc* choose yer fate

just kidding!

hey there gaymers, i am crissy! i am 22, live in pst, go by she/her pronouns and honestly would very much like a distraction from life -- preferably in the form of 1x1 and rp in general. i am currently doing online school plus trying/failing at adulting, being a crazy pink haired college student living on microwave dimsum with my crazy fluffy demon cat, but that still leaves me with a lot of time and what better way to spend that time then crying and dying, am i right, boys?

so without further ado ( adieu? idk gusundheit ) here are a list of discomboblulated plot things that have been floating around in my head that i might be fun to do ( plot fragments, ideas, ocs, fcs i like, settings, genres etc )! i’d prefer a message if u liked any of these in the inbox or dm form, my tumblr ims are open and my discord user is mr. worldwide#2918 ( pitbull supremacy ) but if ur shy i will message u and be annoying!

lastly: i prefer hcing in the dms to replies, however i will do replies/ask memes slowly, i don’t really like making blogs and prefer google docs/discord and i ask ( gently and respectfully ) that minors do not interact.

thank u and happy hunger games! xx

COLLEGE TOTALLY SPIES -- i was really obsessed with this picture right here and i thought that the picture would be a good premise for a little four person group based on totally spies. i was thinking that these three college students/young adults some friends maybe not some enemies or just on completely different ends of the social agenda get bonded together when they accidentally end up roped in a top secret spy organization that is fronted by a record store. the details and flesh of the plot i think would be cute to figure out all together maybe in a google doc or a big discord so we can make the rp to perfect world building specifications. right now i have two spots open!

my friend lexi over at comradc has taken the cool goth asian girl and is using lyrica okano

i am playing the freckly backwards hat lesbian in the red polo named aj mccallis and i think im using diana silvers ( not sure might switch to tati rodriguez )

we also have the cute blond girl w the dyed hair who is giving me kind of like sydney sweeney energies, blonde girl maybe like lalisa manoban/jinsoul,

and we have the rad black girl with the bandids who i would only accept black fcs for for such as diamond white, ryan destiny, salem mitchell,

i’d prefer if this stayed kind of sapphic and female and enby friendly. we can def make make npcs and characters but i’d prefer if the characters looked like they do in the picture ( minus the white girls who can be racebent as long as there are vibes ) mostly bc i want the poc people to stay the correct poc! but yeah! if u like this message me specifically!!!!! seperately and hit me w a role ud like maybe an fc an idea anything < 3 im working on a google doc and discord sever

- i really want to play a himbo skater boy evan mock like its my dream i know nothing abt him other than he probably goes by something like mouth or juice or tris or dex or dante but !!!! he has buzzed hair he buzzes designs into, does stick n pokes, hates cops, will kiss anyone, likes to mosh at house shows, smokes a lot and sounds like crush from finding nemo, probably ur parents worst nightmare if im honest rodrick heffley energy -- adopt him for any plot

- i also really am obsessed with simay barlas who is my mascot rn -- i want to play her in some sort of dark academia setting with like gossip girl blair waldorf energies lu from elite and have her be really mean and cold and pretentious and play the cello and probably have secrets and be uptight idk the name mallory is resonating hard w me ( we could even do a gossip girl the secret history type group if people liked that )

-ok i also really really want to play streak aka silas montgomery who is like very like sidekick best friend to the golden boy main character, does a kick ass goat impression, class clown, relentlessly hits on like the most difficult person in school, does crazy things for laughs and attention, just wants to make people happy, only wears hawaiian shirts, finger guns, is going nowhere in life, his dad is probably the dean at whatever prestigious school also he is very very depressed and drinks often! love u! a I Feel Like Im The Worst So I Always Act Like Im The Best electra heart baby PINTEREST

also yes his hair is pink reg verse he did it on a dare but hp verse he did a potion wrong and it never came out

SOMEONE DO A LADY HANNIBAL WILL GRAHAM RP KILLING EVE RP W ME! i made this will graham adjacent gal for a genderbent hannigram rp her name is bisexual disaster enida johnson and sometimes goes by needy or will bc her middle name is willamena! has basically all the will things wears flannels is a mess but has a bunch of cats instead of dogs in her woods log cabin and im using crystal reed bc it fits perfect in my head idk if u like her hmu hit me w a lady hannibal PINTEREST

other stuff

ok i really want to do a princess and knight plot but with knight zendaya and princess anya taylor joy ???? ALKHALKSHALK LITERALLY HELLO literally modern or like dnd style i do not care but know i love dnd! we could make it like them goin on some skyrim quests like hi

speaking of dnd and skyrim if anyone wants to do like anything based in dnd stuff or skyrim stuff i am DOWN

jennifers body plot!!!! maybe set in college!!!!! sounds spicy i will do a f/f or m/m version leggo leggo

UNTIL DAWN UNTIL DAWN!!!! i wanted to do a little like 6 person or mumu until dawn thing where everyone either makes new characters or characters based on the existing six! i made a girl adjacent josh character named riley PINTEREST who i love very much ( fc might change im thinking maybe medallion rahimi ) pls hmu if ur down

i looooooove breakfast at tiffanys!!!! like i really love breakfast at tiffanys we love a call girl broody author ship and i want to play a mishti rahman holly golightly type character so so bad

pygmalion plot!!! basically like an author and the main character of their book comes to life and the book character is probably from a different period of time or realm so doesnt know how to do modern 2020 stuff like microwaves and the tv! and then maybe they get sucked into the characters book world thats written by the author and have to navigate that! enchanted! w the kdrama! energy!

GOSSIP GIRL PLOT ENERGIES

any sort of the secret history murder society until dawn ahs horror type setting i am on a kick rn

i still really want a deaf sailor and siren plot bc that is so spicy or even like anything involving sirens like maybe one thats like vegetarian and doesnt like to eat humans so it ariel rescues one and keeps it safe!! or like only men are susceptible to the sirens song but aha! i am a woman! Romance!

anything in the realm of percy jackson i love mythology lets go i kind of want a echo narcisuss plot and i want it to hurt me so bad

i will do harry potter stuff but only if its completely removed from the current canon like years in the future no existing families also maybe beauxbatons salem and drumstrang plots bc thats what matters

iiiiiiiii really like anime so i will do anything kakegurui, soul eater, ohshc

i kind of like grew up on the hunger games so i will gladly take any hunger games plots like young effie and haymitch is spicy or like a career tribute and one of the weaker poorer distracts enemies to lovers leggo

i have a kind of oc that had their parents die in a factory gas leak that was the governments fault and it turned them into a vigilante assasin that is slowly picking off bootlicker government people one by one pretending to be one of them until bam! gets attached to the rich asshole son or daughter of the head hauncho or one of the higher ups ... drama

rich little celebrity fussy wussy being held captive by the mafia and the tired stoic mafia guard but they fall in love

i kind of like any plot that involves one person that is really loud or angry or dramatic or whiny and the other one is kind of sweet and gentle or does not talk much idk make brain happy

speaking of!

no nonsense law student studying abroad in a european country and an artist there falls in love w them and is all romantic and gush and is like ur my muse!!! and they are like Go awAy and they explore the city together and themelseves its nice!

i want to be an avan jogia super villain idk why i need to but i do

not to be a disney adult bc i am not but anastasia princesses dont kiss kitchen boys

rival cheer captians? best friends brother? pop princess celebrity singer and like antiestablishment really angry rockstar in a publicity relationship? broody detective and sunshiney diner person that works at the diner they eat at everyday?

idk i will think of more hmu these can all be made f/f or m/m if they arent

#1x1 #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #plots #this is so long and messy and weird idk it repeats a lot hit me up im emabrrassed already

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24/7 Dance Convention, Denver, CO: RESULTS

High Scores by Age:

Sidekick Solo

1st: Sylvie Win Szyndlar-’Rainbow Connection’

2nd: Ellie Jo Sprague-’Dream A Little Dream’

3rd: Sawyer Pegram-’Born to Entertain’

4th: Emilyne Jordan-’I’m A Lady’

4th: Naomi Harper-’Speechless’

5th: Rilynn St. Clair-’In Love With A Monster’

6th: Hazel Bar-Av Farmer-’I’m A Lady’

7th: Emeri Oliverson-’Wake Me Up’

8th: Miyah Greenlaw-’Lips Are Movin’

Mini Solo

1st: Ellary Day Szyndlar-’Light Gathers’

2nd: Khloe Mroz-’Once Upon A December’

2nd: Ruby Arnold-’Winter’

3rd: Ashton Wullbrandt-’Risk’

4th: London Smith-’Feel My Love’

5th: Brooklyn Ward-’Here I Am’

5th: Raegan Grell-’Reflection’

6th: Breyer Perry-’Enchanted’

7th: Lulu Collaku-’Beautiful Thing’

7th: Kenadie Martin-’Burnin Up’

7th: Shaylynn Burke-’Lost Song’

7th: Julia Giullian-’Not About Angels’

7th: Cornelius Moffitt-’So Playa’

8th: Lauren Dieken-’Dare’

9th: Addison Pitt-’Expensive’

9th: Tryleigh Brendle-’Got It In’

9th: Grace Blakely-’Kick In The Head’

10th: Madelyn Klipfel-’Annie’

10th: Hadley Rathbun-’Edenweiss’

10th: Violet Benton-’Esmeralda’

10th: Kierrah Zander-’Gimmie That’

10th: Gloria Anderson-’Walk The Line’

Junior Solo

1st: Livia Bonnie-’The Absense of You’

2nd: Mariandrea Villegas-’Black Cat’

2nd: Hayley Marshall-’Ink’

3rd: Morgan Foged-’Rapture’

3rd: Tessa Marr-’Stuk’

3rd: Kylie Carter-’The LOOK’

4th: Evie Richard-’Symbol’

4th: Alegra Post-’What If Birds Are Screaming’

5th: Koa Zaugg-’Enter One’

5th: Hailey Jacobson-’Rosalyn’

6th: Gabrielle Elliott-’The Live Experience’

7th: Avery Cannon-’Just Breath’

7th: Brinklee Budge-’Rescue’

7th: Berkeley Bradford-’Sophisticated’

8th: Audrey Perkes-’Applause’

9th: Lexie Lueckeman-’Attitude’

9th: Marius Moffitt-’The Way You Make Me Feel’

10th: Addyson Stucki-’Automation’

10th: Robbie Lenz-’Piano Man’

10th: Berkley Pegram-’You Are The Reason’

Teen Solo

1st: Sofia Andrus-’Numb’

1st: Brielle McCoy-’Twist’

2nd: Lola Iglesias-’Letters from a Traveler’

3rd: Maya Howard-’Telehumo’

3rd: Grace Fry-’What Can I Do?’

4th: Macy Orvis-’Look At Me’

4th: Devon Stutz-’No End to New Memories’

4th: Faith Stoner-’Solids’

4th: Marissa Baker-’The Wheel’

5th: Sophie Tomes-’After He’s Gone’

5th: Phoenix Decker-’Runaround Sue’

5th: Ariana Cunningham-’Touch’

6th: Natalee Burbidge-’Broken Bird’

6th: Abbey Schmidt-’Letters Make No Meaning’

6th: Caitlin Colohan-’Samedi’

6th: Samantha Brock-’Shelter’

7th: Eliane Dean-’Both Sides of the Moon’

7th: Tabor Pegram-’Roll Back’

8th: Campbell Johnson-’Clockworks’

8th: Whitney Tomes-’Don’t You Hate It When’

8th: Taryn Harrah-’Journey of You’

9th: Mackenzie Edelstein-’Medora Variation from Le Corsaire’

9th: Avery Pratt-’Volcano’

10th: Emma Broome-’Death’

10th: Isabella Lopez-’Forever Lullaby’

10th: Baylee Robinson-’When I’m Alone’

Senior Solo

1st: Madi Autry-’A Face I Used to Know’

1st: Mia Maxwell-’Being Alive’

2nd: Brianna Haith-’Alarm’

2nd: Kamryn Funk-’Do Ya?’

2nd: Liesl Brauch-’Grower’

3rd: Maycee Budge-’Footprints’

3rd: Kelsey Keenan-’Hidden Myth’

3rd: Jonah Tran-’?’

4th: Charley Teltschik-’I’m The Bad Guy’

4th: Bronson Dahmer-’Now and Always Here’

4th: Erika Marshall-’Power Throw’

5th: Charlie Macdonald-’Change Gonna Come’

5th: Fatu Martin-’Eden’

5th: Quinn Davis-’Like’

5th: Chloe Terlingen-’No Drums’

5th: Josie Fillmore-’Snowing’

6th: Peyton Winsett-’Distortion’

6th: Joey Armijo-’I Can Mend Your Broken Heart’

6th: Maddie Jeffers-’Punished’

7th: Maggie Oulianova-’Past, Present & Future’

7th: Kendall Schmidt-’Take Me To The River’

8th: Harley Butler-’Defeated Clown’

8th: Dylan Johnston-’Heavenly Day’

9th: Amanda Draney-’Long Is The Day’

9th: Annie Cellar-’Psalm’

10th: Mia Ciotti-’Exile’

10th: Ellie Hoffman-’In The Life of A Rose’

10th: Taya Johnson-’Salem’

10th: Sophia Price-’Shahmaran’

10th: Trip Babcock-’Slip’

Sidekick Duo/Trio

1st: Empire Dance Academy-’Footprints’

2nd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Walking on Sunshine’

3rd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Rainbow’

Mini Duo/Trio

1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’I Put A Spell On You’

1st: The PEAK School of Dance-’Kitri’s Friends’

1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’Move’

2nd: The PEAK School of Dance-’Spice Up Your Life’

3rd: Eagle Rock Dance-’Not About You’

3rd: Eagle Rock Dance-’Something New’

Junior Duo/Trio

1st: True Dance and Company-’Starry Night’

2nd: Premier Dance-’Over The Rainbow’

3rd: Eagle Rock Dance-’Woman Be Wise’

Teen Duo/Trio

1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’Sing’

2nd: True Dance and Company-’Human’

2nd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Plans We Made’

3rd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Where Were From’

Senior Duo/Trio

1st: Studio 444 Performing Arts Academy-’Another Life’

2nd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Hangin’

Sidekick Group

1st: Eagle Rock Dance-’House of Holbein’

2nd: Eagle Rock Dance-’G Slide’

3rd: Eagle Rock Dance-’Prayer’

Mini Group

1st: True Dance and Company-’Doors Are Closing’

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Juice’

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Rain’

2nd: True Dance and Company-’Fly’

3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Pretend’

Junior Group

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ice Age’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Tambourine’

3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Blind Dance’

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Mini Line

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Out of Bounds’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Keep Climbing’

2nd: True Dance and Company-’Mint Chocolate Chip’

3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Sandra Dee’

Junior Line

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Back For More’

1st: True Dance and Company-’Final Moments’

2nd: Sweatshop-’The Sun Will Rise’

3rd: Sweatshop-’Comin In Hot’

Teen Line

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Mini Extended Line

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sleeping Beauty’

Junior Extended Line

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Divas, Queens and Bees’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ooh Child’

3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Flood of Everything’

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Junior Production

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Step In Time’

2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Let’s Dance’

Teen Production

1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’Flawless’

High Scores by Performance Division:

Sidekick Hip-Hop

1st: Eagle Rock Dance-’G Slide’

Sidekick Lyrical

1st: Eagle Rock Dance-’Prayer’

Sidekick Musical Theatre

Eagle Rock Dance-’House of Holbein’

Mini Jazz

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Juice’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Business of Love’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Sandra Dee’

Mini Ballet

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sleeping Beauty’ 2nd: The PEAK School of Dance-’Pizzicato’

Mini Hip-Hop

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Out of Bounds’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Mint Chocolate Chip’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Money’

Mini Tap

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Whip My Hair’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Just Got Paid’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Werk’

Mini Contemporary

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Rain’ 1st: True Dance and Company-’Doors Are Closing’ 2nd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Pretend’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Smile’

Mini Lyrical

1st: True Dance and Company-’Fly’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Keep Climbing’ 3rd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’I’ll Keep You Safe’

Junior Jazz

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Tambourine’ 2nd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Attention’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Black & Gold’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Rock It’

Junior Hip-Hop

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Divas, Queens and Bees’ 2nd: Sweatshop-’Comin In Hot’ 3rd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Toy Story’

Junior Tap

1st: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Funky Galileo’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Art Official’

Junior Contemporary

1st: True Dance and Company-’Final Moments’ 2nd: Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Blind Dance’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’an ending, a beginning’

Junior Lyrical

1st: Sweatshop-’The Sun Will Rise’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Another Time’ 2nd: True Dance and Company-’Almost Heaven’ 2nd: Sweatshop-’Glory’ 3rd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Give A Little’

Junior Musical Theatre

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Step In Time’ 2nd: Kemper Dance Academy-’Nicest Kids In Town’ 3rd: The PEAK School of Dance-’Day O’

Junior Ballroom

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Sweet Like Cola’

Junior Specialty

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Back For More’ 2nd: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Ice Age’ 3rd: Sweatshop-’Hermetico’

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Teen Acro

1st: Kemper Dance Academy-’Turn You to Stone’

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Senior Musical Theatre

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’A Wild, Wild Party’

Senior Ballroom

1st: Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Smooth’

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11 O’Clock:

Sidekick

Eagle Rock Dance-’House of Holbein’

Mini

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Rain’

True Dance and Company-’Doors Are Closing’

Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Out of Bounds’

Junior

Artistic Fusion Dance Academy-’Blind Dance’

Sweatshop-’The Sun Will Rise’

Studio 444 Performing Arts Academy-’Bye Bye Blackbird’

True Dance and Company-’Final Moments’

Michelle Latimer Dance Academy-’Back For More’

The PEAK School of Dance-’Be Humble’

Kemper Dance Academy-’Toy Story’

Eagle Rock Dance-’Wings’

Teen

Senior

Studio Showcase:

#24/7 #dance #2021 #denver #colorado

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astralaffairs · 5 years ago

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Hiiii! If you’re taking requests for the drabble prompt lists you reblogged, would you mind doing “I don’t remember our hello kiss being a hello makeout. Are you threatened by my friend?” with our boy TJeffs? I love your writing. I’ve probably read and reread chapter 4 of FOTP more times than I can count. 😊

aw omg this is so sweet!! this got too long so i had to use a “continue reading” and i edited the prompt just a lil for the flow of the writing ;)

___________

You didn’t think having Alex over would be a problem.

It was a Friday evening, long after your classes had ended, but your workload never seemed to stop. You and Alexander were old friends from undergrad, and both of you staying at the same university for law school was a pleasant coincidence, as he had always been your favorite and most effective study buddy–hence, why you were currently slumped on the couch in your apartment, textbook and notes strewn across the floor of your flat, flashcards in your hand with your legs slung over Alex’s lap.

You groaned as he continued to read off court cases that had long since begun to blur together.

“Hold up. Wasn’t Madison your roommate last year?” you asked with a knit brow, and Alex just rolled his eyes, amusement etched into his features.

“Definitely not the one who went against Marbury in 1803.”

“What’s the difference?” you whined, digging through your scattered notes for some semblance of organization.

Alex gave a teasing grin. “Well, for starters–”

The beginning of Alex’s monologue of clowning you was cut thankfully short by the sound of the door to your flat opening.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You heard Thomas’s tired voice before you saw him, craning your neck with a smile as he walked in.

“Hey, T.” You met his eyes as he began to shake his coat off, and he left his things by the door, eyeing Alex warily as he went toward the adjacent kitchen. “How was TA-ing?

“Worse now that you’re not an undergrad.” He sent you a sly grin, winked, and you rolled your eyes. He hesitated, though, glancing to Alex. “And how’ve you been doin’ with…” A slight pause broke his sentence; it was clear how carefully he was choosing his words. “Studying?”

You raised an eyebrow when his eyes narrowed in the very slightest, and you risked a glance toward Alex, who looked equally tense. The shift in the atmosphere was obvious, but you couldn’t quite explain what caused it.

“It’s good,” you said slowly, shifting on the couch as you shuffled your notes into a pile. “By the way, this is–”

“We’ve met.” It was Alex who cut you off, addressing you but with his annoyed gaze fixed on Thomas. Your eyes widened.

“Oh,” was all you could say. You swallowed. “How did–”

“We had classes together in college. Same major,” Thomas abruptly interjected, jaw clenched. Your eyes widened further; you had rarely seen him angry, and you couldn’t imagine what about Alex’s presence had him to worked up. He finally broke Alex’s stare, addressing you directly. “Didn’t know this was who you meant when you said you were havin’ Alex over.”

“Didn’t know Jefferson was your roommate, either,” Alex scowled at you. You were certainly caught in the middle of a much longer standing feud, and didn’t seem to have a way out. Thomas scoffed.

“Her boyfriend, actually.”

Alex raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and skepticism apparent across his face. “Funny,” he drawled, “She never mentioned having a boyfriend.”

Thomas turned to you, eyebrows raised, gaze accusatory. “Oh yeah?”

You simpered guiltily, praying that the atmosphere would soon lighten. “It never came up.”

He folded his arms, his jaw set and shoulders tense. His expression had melted once again into one of simple annoyance, and his gaze shifted to where your legs rested in Alex’s lap, eyeing how close the two of you were sitting, curled up together under your classwork. The beat that passed had the animosity in the air weighing heavily on your shoulders.

“Well don’t get too excited, Hamilton,” Thomas said humorlessly, breaking the momentary silence. Alex raised a brow. “Last I heard, you were a girl from criminal law 101.”

“But you’ve heard about me?”

“Actually,” you interjected meekly, “She goes by Lexi now. Different person.”

Alex pursed his lips, and it was then that you realized the pads of his fingers from the hand he had resting on your knee had begun to dig into your skin. You withdrew your legs from his lap wordlessly, and could see Thomas’s shoulders relax as you closed your textbook and left it on the coffee table beside you, discarded your flashcards and turned to him instead.

“Anyway, what happened in class today?” you asked, desperate to change the subject. You rested your head and folded arms on the back of the couch. Alex stayed quiet, instead choosing to bury his head in your constitutional law textbook. “It’s governmental philosophy on Fridays, right?”

Thomas hummed noncommittally. “That’s the one. Nothin’ too exciting went down this week.”

You furrowed your brow. Despite the timing of the class, he usually came home with at least sixteen stories about the undergrads. God had inviting Alex over been a mistake.

You bit your lip as he rummaged through your fridge. “What about–?”

“I’m gonna go to bed, sweetheart.” His voice was still gruff, an edge to his words that wasn’t intended to be aimed at you. That had your eyebrows shooting toward your hairline. You pushed yourself off the couch, Alex glancing up as he felt the cushions shift, and walked back around toward the kitchen where Thomas stood.

“Thomas, it’s hardly eight,” you said, arms folded but voice soft as you met him before he turned down your hallway. He didn’t meet your gaze.

“’M tired. It’s been a long week.” You took a step closer to him, the fact that Alex still sat behind you far from your top priority. You could feel Thomas’ shoulders relax as you rested a hand on his bicep, reaching up to brush a curl away from his face.

“You sure that’s it?” You cast a fleeting but pointed glance at Alex, and Thomas didn’t pretend to hide his glare nor suppress his scowl.

“Just had lots to do. Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

You were far from convinced but didn’t think Thomas was really trying to convince you. He and Alex clearly had some sort of fraught history that you weren’t sure you wanted to dig into.

“Okay,” you said softly, looping your arms around Thomas’ neck, and his hands ghosted over your waist to your hips. “G'night, T.”

You pushed yourself up to his level to kiss him before he went off to bed, but after a moment, it became clear that he’d had a different idea. The moment your lips touched, his grip tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, and a hand came up to cup your jaw. His teeth sank lightly into your bottom lip, and you gasped against his mouth as he sank his fingers into your hair. His touches were slow, gentle, and intentional – the pad of his thumb brushed against your cheekbone as the kiss went on for longer than it needed to. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a hunch as to why that was.

You didn’t mind though; the affection was always welcome, and you could smell the cologne and rain that still seeped into his clothes and hair. While his touch was soft, it remained demanding, and you relaxed in his grasp. He pulled away much later than he’d needed to. You hadn’t intended anything more than a chaste kiss, your actions tentative with how worked up he appeared, and were left stunned as he rested his forehead against yours, hands still on your waist.

“Night, babygirl.”

Your heart was still pounding as he walked off, reeling from how Thomas appeared more strained than you’d ever seen him. What was going through his head?

“Any chance you’ve learned by now what Marbury v. Madison is?” Alex’s voice broke your musings, smile tense. You sighed heavily.

“Couldn’t tell you.”

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It wasn’t two hours later when Thomas emerged again from your bedroom. He’d spent two hours tossing and turning, hadn’t even been tired but needed an excuse to retreat to your room. It took him nearly two hours to work up the nerve to kick Alex out. (After all, it was his apartment, too. Why shouldn’t he have a say in who was hanging around at all hours of the night?)

What he saw upon entering the living room wasn’t quite what he’d expected, though. There you sat, just one light on above you so you could see your notes, the scattered papers collected and shuffled back into your binder.

You heard his footsteps before he could say anything, though, turning in your seat to face him.

“Morning, babe,” you teased, your voice gentle. “Sleep well?”

Thomas rolled his eyes, though a smile had begun to grow on his lips. “Not exactly.” You frowned, took a sip of the tea you’d brewed for yourself.

“Aw, what’s keeping you up?”

“Come to bed, sweetheart.” He leaned against the back of your couch, arms folded as he looked down at you. You pushed out your bottom lip in a mock pout.

“Not even gonna answer my question?”

“Can’t sleep when you aren’t sleepin’ with me,” he admitted with a grin, coming around to join you on the couch. He rested a hand on your knee. “C'mon.”

You grinned. “I already kissed you goodnight; what more do you need?” He scowled at that, and you sat up to pull him closer, snuggled against his side. “Speaking of which, I don’t remember our goodnight kiss being a goodnight makeout before now.”

You looked up at him with a brow raised; you could feel his body tensing under yours. “And what about it?” he asked bitterly.

“Are you threatened by Alex?” you asked bluntly, and his jaw ticked, an arm looping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Do I need to be?” His stare was expectant, and you pulled yourself into his lap with a small frown, arms wound around his neck to pull him down to you.

“Of course not,” you said softly, your nose brushing against his, and his lips ghosted against your cheek.

“You sure about that?” he asked, and before you could protest, continued, “The two of you were lookin’ awful cozy before I got here.”

You pulled back in the slightest to look him in the eye. “Never, Thomas. I’ve just known Alex for years. We’re good friends, nothing more.”

Your gaze was pleading, your tone firm, and he pulled you in for another soft kiss. “Not sure he sees it that way,” he murmured as your head dropped to rest in the crook of his neck.

“Hey, if I knew you two had a history, I never would’ve brought him here,” you reassured him. “Don’t worry. I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are,” he huffed as his lips met the underside of your jaw; his teeth scraped against the soft skin and he nipped at your pulse point. “Gotta make sure Hamilton knows it too, hm?”

“Thomas,” you whined into his shirt, and you could feel his grin against your neck. His grip on your hips tightened as he held you against him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he hummed, and you squirmed in his grasp, “You won’t even have to mention bein’ in a relationship. Hamilton won’t try a thing.”

You showed up to your classes the next Monday in a not-quite-high-enough turtleneck in the sixty degree weather and with several pounds of concealer lining your jaw.

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fluffi · 4 years ago

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quick describe your moots

uh- i- uh-

@spookybias - even though we have a 13 hour time difference, gen and i talk daily. shes like my twitter insider source and someone i can go to for advice on my fics and bad bad stuff (lmao). also we fight over jungwon and sunghoon. constantly. i feel comfy talking to her about sensitive topics and such. shes a good clown mrijirmrf and i care for her (even though she probably doesnt know WELL NOW YOU DO GEN).

@softbbyg0rl - okay opal approached me because of a serious topic so i legitimately thought she was a very calm and collected person. I THOUGHT WRONG LMAO OPAL IS A CRACKHEAD. there was even a period of time where we only texted each other in all caps because why not. honestly i dont get comfortable with people easily but opal leads convos so well that we became friends in a short period of time.

@lunehearts - MY SISTER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER UHUHUHU jessica and i have a lot more in common than i thought and i love discussing kpop and other things we have in common. shes really sweet and kind and i hope everything gets better for her! everyone please go give her a hug RIGHT NOW!

if youre saying moots, i have over 30 like im not going to list down all of them ehe but these 3 are people that i talk to most on tumblr (because i suck at making friends lmoa) but here are some people im also pretty close to:

@unlocktxt - queen of ranting and leading topics. i love lexi she makes me really excited everytime she responds to an ask because we can just blabber back and forth about one thing and she makes me feel ✨comfy✨.

@yeonjuncore - okay this is really awkward i thought i had sent an ask about something else (outside kpop) to sae and apparently it wasnt her (i still dont know who it is now) so our convo got off to a rocky start but sae is really nice and sweet and HAS AMAZING WORKS IF YOU HAVENT READ HER FICS I DONT KNOW WHAT YOURE DOING HERE LEAVE AND GO READ HER WORK.

@beomiebear5 - apparently raina and i have more in common than i thought too! we literally became moots because we both hated ap history and im never afraid to send her an ask about anything and everything. just like lexi, theyre both ranting queens and im waiting for them to start a podcast together because i would totally listen to the both of them talk while im doing dishes or something lmao.

uh that was it i dont know if i did this right? if i didnt just think of this as a “relationship with my moots” kinda thing

#also when someone says quick i literally get a mini heart attack and feel like im in a life or death situation lolol #* — asks !#* — ask games 🎮 !#anon #spookybias #softbbyg0rl #lunehearts #unlocktxt #yeonjuncore #beomiebear5

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frankbelloriley · 4 years ago

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Because Film Twitter nonsense is making me insane, I’m going to write some things out and hopefully I can concentrate long enough to do a Black Judas and Nomadland double feature.

So a couple weeks ago, I come across this brain dead take. I’ll say why it’s a brain dead take in a second, but for now:

This take is dumb for a few reasons. Number one, the academics who created and elaborated on the term auteur theory were students of Andre Bazin, two dudes named François Truffaut and Jean-Luc Godard. Two dudes who kick started the French New Wave of cinema, and there’s a direct creative throughline from those guys to the American Independent Scene of the 90s. So again, on one level, saying auteur theory was created by academics who never worked on films is already showing your whole ass.

Two, auteur theory isn’t a way to make films but a way to critique them. What auteur theory is, and how it was created, was that Andre Bazin, as a film critic, was watching the works of William Wyler, John Ford, and Howard Hawks, and was like, “Hmm, the films by these individual directors share similar artistic traits. I wonder what’s that about.” And wrote about it. That’s it. That’s all it is. William Wyler likes long takes, John Ford likes to frame things inside the frame, and Howard Hawks likes fast dialogue and action on multiple planes of the screen. That’s all it is. If you want to call a director who calls himself an auteur a douchebag, go right ahead. If you want to talk about production designers or cinematographers in a similar vein, go right ahead. Matter of fact, if you talk to some film critics (or, god forbid, actually read them), some will argue that the role of the director is diminished to other factors. But to say auteur theory doesn’t exist is stupidity. And, in addition, directors get all the credit because they also get all the blame if a movie’s shitty. As they should. Yes, film is a collaborative medium, but it’s all channeled through one vision of a director.

But hey, it’s Twitter, the Bad Take Generator. I was willing to let it slide but-

This dude works in the entertainment industry. Like, not knowing entertainment history is one thing, but actually flaunting that you’re talking out of your ass? And I do mean flaunting it.

Buddy, you can’t say “hot take” and then point out people are getting mad. You said a provoking statement and then act confused when people get provoked? You’re driving the Bluth stair car when you hit send. You’re gonna get some hop ons.

But whatever.

Couple weeks pass, then this past Monday, the Nashville reporter for the NYT made a bad tweet about Citizen Kane saying, “this is why I never watch anything before 1975.” And he got clowned a bit as he should (”really leaving out The Godfather, and to his credit, he was like, “yeah, my taste is awful.” Dude’s biggest crime is tweeting something that should’ve been a text. Who among us? He deleted his tweet, and that should’ve been the end of a terrible discourse.

But on Tuesday, Lexi Alexander, an actual film/tv director, was like, “It’s completely fine to not like old movies, they were all made by sexists and racists. People who say you have to like them are elitist.” And, listen, if you’re going to discount movies before 1975 for that reason, I got some real bad news about 1976-today’s film industry and Harvey Weinsten (for those who know where this story is heading, yes this is foreshadowing).

And, of course, film critics, being who they are (students of film and film history), took issue with that sentiment. Some film critics never even going to film school, simply going to a library because books and films are widely available. Personally, if you think it’s elitist to like Casablanca, you are a fucking weirdo. One critic Jason Bailey took her bad tweet and cropped out her name and commented on it. This is where the story gets weird.

Because Lexi, who the past week has shown cannot be able to take an L and log off, claims Jason Bailey sent his followers after her. Because of a cropped tweet. Now, at this point I do not want to dismiss that there are some bad Twitter actors saying truly negative things at her, but for the most part it’s, “this is a bad take coming from a film director.” But she keeps doubling and tripling down. Another film critic Walter Shaw comes to her defense and now he gets trolled as well and also doesn’t handle it well. In Walter’s zeal to defend Lexi Alexander on the internet from “misogyny” (as she has now called all criticism from her bad tweet), he calls Richard Dreyfuss’s son the c-word. People, rightly, point out the hypocrisy of decrying misogyny while using that word. He deletes his Twitter account as a result.

It’s around this time where an Emerson student tells her to shut the fuck up and she threatens to send an email to the dean and get him expelled. This is Thursday afternoon.

I just want to pause this for a second because the victim complex is about to get sadder and like, you are a film director. You work in the industry. What are you doing here, man? Like, I know, I know, the past calendar year of the pandemic has done incredible mental damage, but come on. When do you recognize this isn’t healthy?

Back to Thursday afternoon and a lot of people who were just watching this happen now see that a film director is trying to get a college student expelled for saying “shut the fuck up” are now trying to calm her down. A black woman film critic stepped in to nicely say this:

Seems very reasonable. If it were me, I would’ve logged off long ago, but definitely now. I have gotten in spats on Twitter where I had to log off, it’s fine and, in all likelihood healthier.

Lexi is not reasonable.

Man, yikes. But Lexi does log off later that Thursday evening. Things seem quiet.

For 24 hours. And then she comes back with this doozy.

Gonna go ahead and firmly say “internet trolls are nowhere as bad as a serial rapist and definitely super not worse than a serial rapist.” I feel pretty okay in saying that. Also gonna go ahead and say: what are we doing here? How did you get here? And: when asked to clarify:

What is this? What is the point of this? What is to be gained?

I don’t even know how to end this. I’m just really depressed. Like, these are people who are in charge of making film/tv and seem to despise the history of it, and when pointed out the possible errors of their mindset, seem to go weird online. How? I’m so confused.

#good god this is a long fucking post

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theblogchelor · 5 years ago

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The Bachelor Week Five aka Does This Scar Make Me Look Competent?

Here’s What Happened Monday

Peter fucks up his face. Everyone has a mental breakdown. Except Kelley. Kelley now surges as a latecomer in the Iowa caucuses.

Let’s dive in.

The Rose Ceremony

Two weeks ago, Peter sent Alayah home. Last week, Peter brought Alayah back. This week, Peter sends Alayah home again, re-dumping her with the swift mercy of someone who hits a deer with his car, nurses it back to health, then hits it with his car again.

Peter tries to reassure the remaining women that he is more committed to them than ever, but all they can see is a deer killer.

At the Rose Ceremony, roses are dispensed to all but three girls whose names we don’t know, but who have apparently been here the whole time.

The First One-On-One

Upon arriving in Costa Rica, Peter – a man who is responsible for the safety of hundreds of people at a time – shanks himself in the face with a pint glass. Had he hit one inch lower, he would have lost an eye, his pilot’s license, and all the women’s interest in one fell swoop.

His mangled face now rebranded as rugged, Peter takes Sydney on a helicopter ride around a volcano, eventually landing on a lush hillside with.. a couch? Peter tells Sydney she is mysterious before interrogating her about her ethnicity. They make out.

At one point, Sydney headbutts Peter in his stitches. When Peter writhes in pain, Sydney says, “I hate that for you.”

After Sydney reveals her childhood traumas at dinner, Peter suggests a steamy poolside dry hump.

Meanwhile, Back at The Gorgeous Costa Rican Resort That Only Kelley Appreciates

Kelsey is sobbing. She claims it’s because Peter is dating other women, but I think it’s because she got her nose job from Michael Jackson’s nose job guy.

The First Group Date

Costa Rican group date is a horny disaster. Put ten women in swimsuits, dangle a spot on the cover of Cosmo for whoever gets the spiciest, and what does that get you? A few good photos and a Bachelor at the center of a waterlogged herpes outbreak.

Later, at booze party, Kelsey tells Peter she loves him, then Tammy tells Peter that Kelsey’s just drunk. Kelsey insists that she just drinks to replenish the fluids she loses from constantly crying.

The Second One-On-One

Kelley, the only one of the girls with an advanced degree, is also the only one who understands that this journey with Peter is precisely as valuable as an all-expenses paid vacation to Costa Rica. The producers sense that attitude, and as such, sign Peter and Kelley up for jungle Pre-Cana in their underwear.

Later, over drinks, Peter asks Kelley if she’s even remotely interested in him. Kelley says no. Peter insists that the process works if Kelley gives herself to it. Kelley grunts noncommittally. Peter reminds Kelley that he’s a pilot. Kelley reminds Peter that he’s just a glorified bus driver and that she out-earns him.

Kelley gets the rose.

Not The Rose Ceremony, But A Rose

Gone are the days when a girl could go on a four-day depression bender and not have to take criticism from her boyfriend’s other twelve girlfriends. First Kelsey was accused of crying too much, then of being an alcoholic, then maybe of being a drug addict, and now possibly complicit in the murder kidnapping of Jonbenet Ramsey.

Kelsey goes to Peter’s room to tell him her side of the story before he hears it elsewhere, and Peter – again, a man professionally responsible for public safety – sends Kelsey back to the villa with a pre-Rose Ceremony rose. Returning to our earlier metaphor, it’s like Peter releases the wounded deer back into the Pennsylvanian wilderness on the first day of hunting season with a big rose-shaped target painted on its back.

The Rose Ceremony

In the Bachelorverse there is no greater consequence than to lose a Cocktail Party for bad behavior. When the women learn that they will have no time with Peter prior to the Rose Ceremony, accusations abound. Is it because Kelsey went to Peter? Is it because Tammy called Kelsey a pill popper? Does one even count as a pill popper if she’s just popping Adderall and birth control like the rest of us?

Elsewhere, everywhere, Mykenna sobs.

But damned if these women won’t have their Cocktail Party. Before Peter can dispense the first rose, Tammy asks Peter if they can talk outside. Peter must know that Tammy has lost all semblance of stability, and Tammy must prove this herself in person. Mykenna follows suit, interrupting Tammy outside so she may cry directly in Peter’s face.

It’s effective. Everyone who made an emotional clown of themselves in the last six hours earns a rose. Shiann and Lexi are out.

Fact Check with Captain Steve

My boss’s husband, Captain Steve, is a pilot.

I ask Captain Steve if one can still be a pilot if one happens to shank his own eyeball out in a tragic golf cart accident.

Captain Steve responds, “No, because depth perception is pretty key for not running into things. Like the ground. With only one eye, you have no depth perception. Also, how did you get this number?”

Thanks Cap!

#The Bachelor #Bachelor #bachelorette #the bachelorette #bachelor finale #The Women Tell All #the bachlorette #the bachelor finale #bachelor nation #bachelor in paradise #peter weber #pilot pete #chris harrison #blogchelorpeter

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reddie-fangirl24 · 5 years ago

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Premonition Chapter 1 (A Reddie Fanfiction)

Here is the first chapter based on the preface of a story that @thoughtfullyyoungduck and I are collaborating on. It’s based on the movie Premonition with Sandra Bullock. We hope you enjoy the story!. Here is the link to the first chapter.

“Dad, when is Daddy coming home?” Chloe asked while on their way to school.

Eddie leaned back in his seat, sighing from the morning traffic. He took a peek at the digital clock. Why were they always close to being late?

“Later on. More towards the evening.” Eddie answered.

“Where’d he go?” Georgie asked curiously.

“A meeting.”

“A meeting that’s all day and all night? That’s boring!” Chloe moaned, turning up her nose.

Eddie smiled. “No. It was a meeting that was talking about a possible new show opportunity your Daddy might have,” he explained, nearing the school. Cars honked around him to move away from the sidewalk so they could drop their children off. The crossing guard warned impatient parents to calm down. Same events every morning.

“Why couldn’t we go with him?”

Eddie tapped his fingers along the steering wheel, nearing closer. “It was his business. It would have been boring.”

“It wouldn’t have been, um... monotonous!” Chloe said, shuffling through her spelling words. “I think it would have been entertaining if we all went!”

Eddie smiled again, ruffling his daughter's hair. She took after Eddie in vocabulary. He parked near the sidewalk and the kids gathered up her belongings.

“You studied all your spelling words last night?” Eddie asked, glancing into the back seat. Chloe always did her school work no matter what. It was Georgie who liked to slack off, trying to sneak in a video game behind his parents back.

“Yes, for a whole half hour,” he answered, looking at Eddie quickly, then back out the window. “Chloe even tested me.”

Chloe nodded. “Yeah, and he got most of the words right!”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at Auntie Bev’s and Uncle Ben’s around 4:30.”

“Will Daddy be with you?” Chloe asked, excitement bouncing in her voice.

“Yeah, didn’t he say that he’d be home before 5?” Georgie asked, scooting forward in his seat, but not too close to Eddie. He looked so excited.

Eddie kissed her head. “We’ll see.” Eddie grinned at Georgie in the back seat, knowing that he didn’t like to be kissed in front of a crowd.

“Bye! I love you!” Chloe called out, opening the front door.

“Oh, don’t forget your lunch!” Eddie yelled, grabbing Georgie’s lunch box from the back seat.

Georgie ran back, did a motion with her finger towards his head and whistled. Eddie laughed, shaking his head. Georgie was forgetful and silly like Richie.

“Come on, Georgie! We’re going to be late!” Chloe nit-picked at her brother.

“I get the front seat later today!”

“You had it twice, so I get two times, too!”

Eddie drove off, slightly shaking his head at his children’s usual bickering. It never got old. Reminded him of him and Richie. Oh, he was wondered where they got it from

It was time for the usual slow pace that dragged along each week. Passing by his former workplace on the way home didn’t help. He could go back to work, but he had the responsibility of looking after his two children. Besides, all schools kept everything on record. Including incidents.

Going home, Eddie went about with straightening up the house. Before going on a run around the neighborhood, he tended to some work. At least he could be helpful to those who had addictions like how he did recover.

Eddie just wished he could be more useful when it came to making money. After the whole incident, Richie was nothing but compassionate to him, giving him a job to help market his comedy. Steve wasn’t too fond of that, so it didn’t last very long.

It was no use dwelling on unwanted memories, so he went for his run. Not a long one like doctors ordered. Even after more than a decade later the wound that was inflicted by the evil demonic clown still hurt. Not as much thankfully. The pain was so terrible that Eddie rolled up in a ball, crying.

“Hey, Eds!” Mike cheerfully greeted over the phone once Eddie returned home.

“Hello, Mike. I was just checking in with you,” Eddie greeted circling his finger around the countertop. He could hear the ticking of the clock. It got lonely during the day. Eddie was surprised that he wasn’t used to that.

“I’m fine. How about you and Richie?”

“Fine. He’s away. He’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Can you believe it’s already Thursday? It feels like monsters are eating the days left and right!” Mike joked.

A small smile cracked along Eddie’s face. Thursday? He must have been losing track of the days. Oh, it happens to everyone.

“Have any plans for the weekend?” Mike asked.

“Nothing right now.”

“We have to get the Losers back together for a meetup! We haven’t done that in so long!”

Eddie grunted in response, somewhat sad. Something felt missing.

Once the conversation ended Eddie placed the phone back into its cradle. He noticed a blinking light. There was a message.

Pressing it, Richie’s voice played back, “‘Eds, listen,” Richie’s voice sounded tired and worn out, but nervous. What was that whirring sound in the background? “I’m sorry we didn’t leave on a good note. I want to say I’m sorry,’” There was a pause until Richie continued after sighing. “‘I meant what I said in front of the kids the other night, and I just want you to know I lo- damn, someone else is callin’ me,’” Richie grumbled partly under his breath. There was another short pause until Eddie heard, “‘Oh, it’s you -.’”

The messenger beeped. Eddie stared at the machine trying to decipher Richie’s words. What did he say to the kids? When did he leave this message?

Eddie dialed Richie’s cell phone and waited to hear back from him. Instead, he got Richie’s voicemail telling Eddie to leave a message. “Hi, I received your message. Did you try to call while I was out?” He paused, searching for something else to say. “I’ll see you soon.”

Putting it aside Eddie went and took a shower and got into something more comfortable before going to straighten up the house. He used to keep the floors cleaned for months on end never letting dirt or clothes cover it. Things have been... busy lately.

He emptied out the dishwasher and took the clothes out from the wash. Chloe’s purple shirt was nice and clean. Georgie would be happy to have his baseball uniform back. Along with Richie’s shirts, Hawaiian, or various shirts that he’d wear for his shows. Even his white sleeveless nightshirt was clean. Eddie sniffed it, stared at it, and then folded it up with everything else.

Glancing at the clock he needed to pick up Chloe and Georgie in about forty minutes. He needed to get dinner ready soon after. It just occurred to him that he hadn’t cooked in over a month. Richie had been doing all the cooking, or even getting takeout meals. It was strange that none of them noticed this, or talked about it.

Just then the doorbell rang. Odd. Who would come by at this hour?

Opening the door Eddie was met by a woman dressed in a police uniform. The sight of ginger brown hair was a direct giveaway. She looked grim. Her police hat was in her hands rather than resting on her head.

“Mr. Tozier?” she asked him.

Eddie nodded, feeling his heart pounding already.

“Eddie Tozier?” she asked again, correcting herself. Eddie just nodded.

Her face fell before she opened her mouth again. “I have some bad news,” her tone completely trailed off. “I’m really sorry to inform you but your husband, Richie, he died in a helicopter crash.”

Eddie’s heart completely shattered. Did he just hear that correctly?

“W-When?” Eddie’s voice cracked, placing his hand against his heart. It was pounding.

“Yesterday,” the officer answered.

Eddie shook his head. “No, no... that’s not... no, he j-just left me a voicemail. There has to be a mistake. Richie’s n-not...”

“There was a problem with the takeoff. You see, one of the wings was broken, but nobody noticed right before the plane took off...”

Eddie completely trailed off feeling a heavy weight on his heart. This wasn’t happening. It wasn’t. A few days ago he and Richie... saw each other. They fell asleep that night and he was gone the next morning on his trip.

A noise caught Eddie’s attention. Over in the trees, a group of birds flew away, calling out, spreading their wings, and flying together side by side.

“Mr. Tozier?” the officer asked, concerned.

“Huh?”

“Is there anyone who I can call for you? Anybody?” she offered, not wanting to leave Eddie in this state.

Eddie shook his head, said goodbye to the officer, and closed the door.

He sunk to the ground, hugging himself. His heart cracked in two. His eyes traced all around the big house trying to figure out the missing puzzle pieces. He glanced at each room from the sliding door leading outside, the kitchen with a stove, the living room. Ten years. They lived in this big house for ten years. It was much bigger when you were... alone.

“No, no... noooo..!!!” Eddie whimpered into his arms. He hugged himself, shaking. It had to be a dream. This wasn’t real. This was not his life where his beloved best friend turned boyfriend and then his husband... died. What did he do to deserve this? He was a good person!

Eddie drove off to pick up his children. Luckily Ben and Beverly were only a block away.

He parked outside the house and honked. Normally he’d go in, but not today.

His children excitedly thanked and said goodbye to Lexi, Ben and Bev’s daughter. If Eddie had noticed, Beverly waved to him. Immediate worry consumed her when Eddie ignored, barely even acknowledging her.

“School was fun today! We drew pictures! And we got to the best part of The B.F.G! Dad, did you know that Lexi has a trampoline now? We jumped so high into the air that we could’a touched the moon!”

Eddie kept driving. He was just barely holding it together.

“Dad?” Georgie asked, now worried. “What’s wrong?”

They arrived home without another word. Chloe held her dad’s hand up the walkway, tightly, and kept staring up at him. When Eddie unlocked the door his children entered first and looked all around the house. Eddie stood by the door, looking into the floor, barely able to look at them.

Finally, Chloe and Georgie approached him. “Dad, where’s Daddy?”

For a moment Eddie wished he could just lie saying that Richie drove far away, never wanting to see them again so he wouldn’t have to see his children’s complete and utter heartbreak. He immediately regret that. He promised himself he’d never be like his mother.

Bending down, he took Chloe and Georgie’s hands and looked into their eyes, tears streaking his face. “Chloe, Georgie, your Daddy has been in an accident.”

Chloe’s whole face broke. Hope still swam in Georgie’s eyes. “Is he okay?”

Eddie completely broke into tears and hugged his children close.

“Wow, you’re really good at drawing,” Audra Denbrough complemented Eddie’s kids as she and Bill watched her draw a picture.

“Daddy and I were still finishing it,” Chloe said, a bit calmer now. “He liked my rainbows.”

“I’m sure he did.” Bill comfortingly pat her hair. He looked over at Georgie who was very quiet. His eyes were red.

One by one, the Losers showed up at Eddie’s house. Alarmed that Eddie never responded to them, Ben called and Eddie broke down. They were over in a heartbeat. Followed by Bill and Audra who lived about an hour tops away. Not long after Patty showed up, devastated about the news. Mike was still on his way, but eventually, he showed up, tears in his eyes.

There was not a dry eye in the room. None of them could believe that they lost Richie Tozier, the trashmouth of the Losers who would never stop talking. Eventually, they all had to force the tears away for the sake of Eddie’s children. They did their best to keep the kids distracted, but it was Eddie who they were worried about.

Eddie sat on the opposite couch. A glass of wine sat untouched on the table to his side. Bill worriedly glanced at him, mainly the glass. Eddie wasn’t aware of the passing time but the wine in his glass was practically empty, lost in his thoughts. The words from the police officer echoed inside his mind. Richie. Dead.

Later on in the night, Ben and Beverly came down the stairs. They sadly sighed looking at Eddie gazing off into nothing. The Losers sat around the living room either on the couch or on the floor. They just wanted to be close to Eddie who had not said anything in a couple of hours. It was time to pay attention to him now.

Mike took away the wine as Beverly sat down next with Eddie, getting his attention.

“Chloe and Georgie are asleep,” she said, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

This snapped Eddie out from his thoughts. “I should say good night.”

“Oh, no, Eds,” Ben gently whispered, making him sit back down again. “They’re already asleep.”

Eddie sat back into the cushions. He felt an immense amount of anger, sadness, unfairness inside himself. He couldn’t help but feel angry with Richie. He never pictured raising his own children alone. Richie helped him along the way countless times through parenting. And it wasn’t hard to admit that Georgie was his Daddy’s boy.

His own mother destroyed him. She always lied, making him think that he was sick. Eddie was never confident about being a parent. Could he do this on his own?

“Eddie, Eddie, honey,” Beverly, her voice immediately starting to tear up. “I’m really sorry, but we should think about funeral arrangements.”

Eddie put his hand over his eyes. “I’m not ready for that.”

“No one is,” Patty assured, patting his leg. “When Stanley passed away it was very hard. You’re not alone.”

Eddie was still silent. There were no tears left in him to cry. He was completely drained from the day’s events. He couldn’t move from the couch. When they lived in their old apartment they didn’t have to go up any stairs to bed. He still missed it after all this time.

“We’ll talk more in the morning, alright? We’re going to sleep,” Bill told him. “For ‘ole time’s sake we’re going to have a camp out. We’ll all sleep down here.”

“If you need us for anything don’t be afraid to wake us up,” Mike told him with a soft smile.

Eventually, everybody went to sleep. Eddie stared up at the ceiling. Tears ran down his cheeks. He glanced at the wedding photo of himself and Richie on the table.

He picked it up and stared at the picture of him and Richie shoving cake into one another’s faces. His lip trembled even more and whimpered remembering their wedding. They had their wedding in a gazebo. It was a small crowd filled with their family and all the Losers. They had a food fight. And shared vows. They both promised to love one another forever.

Forever. This isn’t forever.

Hugging the picture frame tightly to his chest as if it were Richie, Eddie picked up his feet and curled up on the couch in a fetal position. He was off to sleep in an instant.

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