#i love how every time i make a new darr ship

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II: 13, 15 and III: 1, 6 for DarrVector :3

HI KEM :D (ship questions redux - theyre still open, im just dying of school rn)

GENERAL 13. Which one thinks they aren't good enough for the other, if at all? Darrash thinks he is absolute DOGSHIT. He doesn't think he deserves Vector's patience, love, or general care whatsoever. For a long time after Eradication Day he wasn't sure why Vector was even still on his team, considering he betrayed Intelligence to Jadus "shamelessly" and let him carpetbomb the Empire at will.

It takes a while for Darrash to understand that Vector does love him, in spite of his.. apparently really rough week that led to him not only killing his own father in front of his brother but then taking like, a fraction of the Empire out alongside him.

15. What is their most common argument about? Typically Darrash refusing to take care of himself in any sort of sane manner. He makes an argument out of it because most of the time, he genuinely refuses to realize he requires rest at regular intervals; ESPECIALLY after the blip with Jadus.

Dude will go around awake for over 50 standard hours running on nothing but spit and spite, and wonders why when he sits down for two minutes consecutively he just immediately crashes. Vector usually gets help from Lokin in backing Darrash into self-care but even then, Darr barks back about it.

(Vector always wins.)

LOVE 1. Who said "I love you" first, and what was the situation? Lucky for you, I completely forgot about these asks and somehow got to this answer in your DMs! And to anyone else looking for Darrash lore. Um. Big sorry about this one. It'll make some sense within the next decade.

It was Darrash, right after he woke up from The Jadus Death. Still jammed tight to Vector's chest, not fully conscious yet but able to listen and sorta understand that Vector was saying he wasn't sure what he'd do without Darrash with him. And Darrash, in typical ressurected fashion, simply responded with "oh.. 'love you too" before falling asleep.

6. What are their favorite things to do together? Stargazing, naptime, snuggling for any other fathomable reason, going over any artifact they run across together. They like to wander cities and go looking for anything and nothing, when they get the chance; trying foods, listening to languages, watching the crowds of people pass by. Learning new things together. At one point they start trying to dance together, but Darrash gets so giggly about it it's impossible to focus.

And a bonus because you made the popular pitfall of suggesting it, DOMESTIC LIFE 8. Who kills the bugs in the house? The bugs, fortunately, have their own designated wing in their Alderaani estate. And actually all of the outside area. Why they want to come in the house is between them and their Dawn Herald; Darrash doesn't ask questions, nor does he mind.

Ironically this does extend to all little bugs. Darrash is the type to scoop them up into a little container to show Vector, then go outside to release them.

[maester-of-spreadsheets]

Aka; an Armand playlist that only has songs from Shah Rukh Khan movies

Season 1 Episode 1: Aaya Tere Dar Par // Veer-Zaara I have broken all bonds with the world For you have come, leaving the world behind On your doorstep, your lover has come He has come, your lover has come

[Sorry for qawwali rocking. It will happen again.]

Season 1 Episode 2: Aa Tayar Hoja // Asoka Once on board the evening ship, get yourself settled in Come on, let's go! The evening shall be ecstasy The lips shall be mine but the thoughts shall be yours

[Needed at least one item number because Rashid!Armand basically served the same function as "I'm not sure what's happening here but I think I like it!"]

Season 1 Episode 3: Jaadu Teri Nazar // Darr Whether you say yes or no Whether you say yes or no Kiran, you're mine Kiran, you're mine

[Might as well throw this banger at the episode where Armand doesn't do anything but get accused of lingering.]

Season 1 Episode 4: Chaiyya Chaiyya // Dil Se Those who’ve been blessed with The shadow of love over their head, Will have heaven under their feet one day

[This claim is a little less impressive when you can float and you're immune to mediocre stars.]

Season 1 Episode 5: Chalak Chalak // Devdas This wine, this wine, yes, this wine, this wine This wine brings with itself The rain of memories It splashes and overflows This wine all around the heart

[Just here because of how often wine and blood are used as metaphors for one another and this episode has really comedically sezualized blood drinking DON'T THINK TOO HARD ABOUT HOW THE END OF THE SONG SIGNALS DOOM...]

Season 1 Episode 6: Baazigar O Baazigar // Baazigar My heart was alone You played such a game I stay up all night in your memories

[And that's a threat by the way.]

Season 1 Episode 7: Aaj Ki Raat // Don

The crazy ones are still unaware of What's going to happen tonight, What will be gained, what will be lost

[Not only is it difficult to know what Armand is doing, it's-]

Season 2 Episode 1: Tumse Milke Dil Ka // Main Hoon Na Check that! Wiiiiicked

[Or, if you prefer: "You don't know what is inside of my heart/You will remember my story."]

Season 2 Episode 2: Where's the Party Tonight // Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna The pleasant songs are playing All lovers are misled So dance all night Where's the party tonight?

[Somewhere down the road!!!... at the combination mansion and vampire all you can eat place.]

Season 2 Episode 3: Phir Milenge Chalte Chalte // Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi I wish someone would love me, even if it’s a lie Even if it’s a lie, yes even if it’s a lie In every lifetime, the colors will change We blossom behind the curtains of dreamland We are travelers on the path of love, We’ll meet again as time goes by

[There are so many bollywood songs that make me feel like I've lived through several lifetimes, especially this one.]

Season 2 Episode 4: Ishq Kameena // Shakti Love is rotten, it has broken every heart Every lover has lost out to love, love has struck me down I find no peace, love is horrible, it makes life miserable

[Good song for an episode with everyone trying and failing to be romantic.]

Season 2 Episode 5: Dard-E-Disco // Om Shanti Om Then the fountain of grief started flowing As the balloon of my dreams burst That's why I now wander London, Paris, New York, L.A. or San Fransisco In my heart is the pain of disco

[... /Mic drop]

Season 2 Episode 6: Marjaani // Billu In the presence of God, I've also made promises I've acted according to the customs of the world Still if the world doesn't understand, then punish it If it agrees with you, then reward it If this crazy world doesn't agree to it then Let the world go to hell and die

[When you are about to be unable to prevent it :(]

Season 2 Episode 7: Dastaan-E-Om Shanti Om // Om Shanti The story goes that the one who recognizes the murderer, That lad has come back. It’s life’s way of telling the murderer That the shadow of death has surrounded him

[Just play this one in reverse because instead of using the trappings of theater to reveal the truth about an ingenue who was burned to death, we are using theater to conceal the truth about an ingenue who was burned to death.]

Season 2 Episode 8: Let's Break Up // Dear Zindagi Let’s break up, oh my love Agree to this We’ll never be able to make it work so let it go Let's break up!

[Yes, let's.]

[tellywoodtrash]

sanjivani 14.10.19 lb

pft. false alarm.

also ishani ran up there and sid didn't? unrealistic. blocked.

ALSO, ouff ishani, you're a doctor; stop getting into a panic and yelling OMG GET UPPPPPP like the rest of us plebs.

juhiiiiiiiiiii i love you, you are bestttttt.

oh boy, what news? aaj kal "news" word se darr lagta hai, coz there's literally nothing good on the fucking news.

AWWWWWWWWWW YISSSSSSSSSSSSSS JESSI GOT INTO THE CLINICAL TRIAL IN HOUSTON!

jess ne toh 7 janmon ki bucket list bana di, and wants to fulfill it all now now now.

of course. financial issues.

sid is like “paiso ka jugaad kar lenge....”, and instantly vardhan is like biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch; coz he knows sid's about to start frauding some rich peeps around here, lol.

juhi seems to have a pretty hard to believe solution but ok. i don't wanna dwell on this reality waala problem in my fantasy feel-good show.

where dr. shashank and his tumour headache disappear off to btw? anjali, maybe you should check on him.

vardhan is such a grinch, lord. man, can you just die?

and rishabh's nice mood was too good to last as well. he's back to hatin' on sid. (for what reason????? he didn’t even do anything to you today!!!?!!?)

stop bitching about my boy like this, fuckers. keedein padein tumhare mooh mein.

NO. STOP OGLING ANJALI LIKE THIS. I HATE YOU.

ohhhhhhhhh no. ohhhhhhhh sid.

BTW WHO IS THIS GIRL WHO'S GETTING TO DANCE WITH ALL THE HOTTIES, HEIN????? FIRST RAHIL AND NOW THIS ONE ALSO???? TELL US YOUR SECRETS, SIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

fucking dumbass. wipe that grin off your face before i get into the screen and do it for ya.

lol what even is going on, literally no one else is dancing, is this whole event just an excuse for sid to get all up on all the girls around here??

rishabh is about to do mauke pe chauka, and y'know what, i'm not so mad, lol. in your face, sid.

oh ho, compliment AND apology for posters. fake as fuck, but appreciated for the moment.

lmao the fuck is this idiot even doing???? i can't watch!!!!!!

oh damn, rishabh got moves.

ghungroo nahi, tera mooh todna hai, sid. idiot fellow.

OH. DON'T LIKE A TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE HUH??? FUCKING DUMBASS. PLAY STUPID GAMES, WIN STUPID PRIZES.

LMAO I LOVE HOW BOTH ISHANI AND RISHABH ARE JUST FOCUSED ON MAKING SID AS UNCOMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU INVOLVED IN THIS SITUATION IS SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT, I CAN’T WITH Y’ALL.

oh ho. OHHHHHHHHHHHH HO.

also aye chal na, take this neanderthal act somewhere else.

tere mooh pe na maar de yeh taali, sid?

OH HO ISHANI YOU'RE SO EASILY PLACATED. EITHER HAVE THIS AIR OF NONCHALANCE AT ALL TIMES, OR HOLD ON TO THAT ANGER.

"mera naam bade bade akshar mein likhna, sabko pata chalna chahiye ki jessi sirf jignesh ki hai!"

"tum kaho toh main tumhara naam apne maathe pe likhwaaloon?"

LOL MAN, I LOVE JESSI THE MOST.

oh boy why he sending everyone away?

ohhhhhhhhh jessi, false alarm nahi thaaaaaa. also ouff, this siddhu is worming his way back into my heart.

"jab kissi se itna pyaar ho jaaye na, toh unki koi bhi baat, chaahe woh kitni bhi badi ho, chupaani padd jaaye toh chupa lenge. unki khushi ke liye, khud taqleef seh lenge."

HEY SIDDHANT, WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK KINDA BITCHASS SACRIFICIAL BULLSHIT ARE YOU IMPLYING YOU'RE GONNA PULL?????????

fuckkkkkkkkkk, stupid boy is back in my heart even though i don't want him there, coz i know he’s about to do some real dumb shit.

"yeh kaisa function hai, itna rukha sukha, kuch karo, naach gaana vaghera..."

"vardhan sir mera mood nahi hai." lol understandable; sid ne patta jo kaat diya tera.

"tumhara mood nahi hai? tumhe anarkali banke logon ka mann behlaane ke liye nahi keh raha hoon!" ok i legit lold.

oh boy is he implying what i thought he was implying??? aur rishabh ghadde ko samajh aayi bhi ki nahi?????

SO SUBTLE. FUCKING N0OBS.

"chhe baje."

"kya?"

"jisse tu dhoond rahi hai, woh chhe baje khada hai." [ecstatic tone] "CHHE BAJE!"

lmaoooooooooooooo asha the real G. (but her accent is gone???? they should just have had chandni play a new character instead of asha. coz i like chandni, she just doesn’t fit asha’s character.)

aklsjflskjflkslkj rahil.

ohhhhhhhhhhh boy. asha wrote sid's name in her mehendi, didn't she??

mamu's here with...... mehendi for sid?

lol ofc rahil has to pour not only ghee, but also petrol, kerosene, and all other available flammable substances on this fire and uksaaofy mamu.

hein yeh kaunsa katti hai? humaare yahaan toh katti pinky finger dikha ke hota hai????

pls to leave your local katti conventions in the comments, for anthropological research purposes.

they have successfully hounded himmmmmmmm into it. sakjfkjfsljflk this ought to be goooooood.

asha toh up to bhaaaaaari kaand.

what nonsense, who gets something written on them and doesn't look???

"yeh bataa tere dil mein poori ki poori kaun hai?"

"maamu uska naam I se... I.... I... I.... I don't know maamu... kaun hai?????" pfffffffffffffft this shadyass fuck i love him more than anyone else in this showwwwwwww

lol rishabh finally figured out which salim-anarkali vardhan was talking about.

waah rishabh quite good at the emotional blackmail. yaar iss bande ko negative kyun banaya, itna masoom sa face hai iska, dil maanta nahi isko hate karne ko!

anjali rushing here and forbidding out of what looks to be genuine worry for dad's health.

MAN SHASHANK ALWAYS HAS THE CUTEST LITTLE IN-JOKES WITH ANJALI; HOW CAN SHE THINK SHE'S SECOND TO ANYONE WITH HIM??????

wow anjali is getting really hyper.

shashank, honestly, is this a good idea? you were clutching at your head/neck like..... minutes ago.

shady fucks, shady fucks, shaaaaaaaaaady fucks.

oh anjali.

"aap toh jaanti hai humein nachna nahi aata. humaari izzat aapke hawaale."

oh ho you didn't have to make it all sultry like that. Y'ALL NEED TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT BETWEEN YOURSELVES AND SOON.

does aman levy a high 5 tax as dj? har koi usko dance karne se pehle high 5 diye jaa hai.

me at all social events, wishing i was back home chilling with my cat, blissfully braless.

eventually working up to being this mad when the people i’m with just don’t take the hint that i was ready to leave 2 hours ago.

fwding the naach gaana.

but lord, juhi is so damn beautiful. if this was a different show in a different land, i'd be shipping juhi/anjali coz honestly........... fuck, the hotness.

tell me this doesn’t exactly mirror sid/ishani watching the other dance with someone else.

vardhan, burn in hell, fucker. honestly.

yup, asha wrote sid's name in ishani's mehendi.

wooooooooooooooop.

oh boy, guddu mama. THAT'S NOT THE COUPLE YOU SHOULD BE MAKING AWKWARDDDDDDDDD. FOCUS ON SIDDHU!

goood lordddddddddddd juhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. ek conversation, ek din mein kitniiiiiiiiiii baaaaaaaar dohraogi????? matbal..... upar tak lift jaa nahi raha kya????? problem kya hai? nahi batao mujhe. does he have to draw it out for you, pictionary style??? mime it charades style??? what????????

also, appropriate placement of the song's "ae le!" lmaooooooo

oh shit. grabbing.

well. guess we got a definitive answer to that one. 

welp. it's been a good 3, 4-ish weeks knowing you as a good, sorted dude with minimal mental complexes, siddhant. bade hi dukh ke saath, we'll be reverting to our regularly scheduled programming of thinking men are fucking dipshits even if (probably???) well-intentioned. 🙄🙄🙄

[newsiegirlscout]

Day-Glow Sonata

If you thought I was dead, you must be sorely disappointed! Presenting: a rare-pair so rare there is only one person who ships it, and that is me!! Bonus points for finding the five songs referenced throughout.

If there was one thing Dressy Killman had learned from her years at Jerome Horwitz, it’s that even what you thought was concrete had the possibility to change at a second. As a result, she’d learned to always live in the present. When there was no real rhyme or rhythm to what would happen one moment, they’d loved, and they’d laughed, and they’d seen that it was good.

But when they’d finally graduated the sixth grade, and her mother had presented her happily with the admission letter for McCracken Middle, the school of the arts, Dressy had cried.

Then, one day near the end of eighth grade, she’d locked eyes with one misbegotten member looking even lonelier than she was, somehow. Dressy approached the table and asked if the spot were free, and the ginger smiled and patted the stool next to her. From that day forth, Dressy and Other Sophie were inseparable, both inside and outside of the arts classroom. 

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For weeks, the two had chatted aimlessly about nothing in subsistence, Dressy carrying on most of the conversation and Other Sophie nodding or shaking her head in response.While to some, it seemed as if she talked little, the truth was, Other Sophie said quite a bit if you knew how to listen. 

“Did you catch that new episode of All the Single Ladies?” Dressy asked excitedly, echoing it with a melody of the last two words, “Who do you think is going to win? My chocolate coins are on Lad Myrabill--the ladies always go for the British accent, and she and him are so cute together!”

Other Sophie smiled and shook her head slightly. Withdrawing her phone, she brought up her photo album and tapped on the cast, zooming in on a man in the background with curly brown hair and thick glasses. 

“Nooo,” Dressy scoffed playfully, “No way, he’s just barely hanging on, and you know she had like three extra carnations last season!”

The ginger scrolled to a screenshot of the bachelorette gazing at the man while on a date with another, then to a side-by-side comparison with the girl giggling at a similar lopsided smile from each of the men. Dressy raised an eyebrow, and Other Sophie grinned and continued with half a dozen more of her comparisons and details, ending with a screenshot of a scientific journal with two lines highlighted.

“Of a selection of otherwise-identical men, women in the study generally found brown-haired men the most handsome, followed by black-haired men, red-headed men, and lastly, blonde men.”

“Women typically find ‘nerdier’ men cuter and more attractive than others.”

Dressy looked up, and Other Sophie adjusted her glasses intentionally with a cute laugh. 

The hipster gave her classmate a friendly punch in the shoulder. 

“Well, we’ll see who’s right about that at the end of the quarter….nerd.” 

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Other Sophie was right. Of course she was. 

Dressy herself had gotten little sleep the night before, and the last week had been more than a little difficult when she couldn’t find the focus for anything, but her thoughts still ran a mile a minute. Long story short, it wasn’t exactly easy to put aside your own problems to work on Shakespeare’s, especially when a new dilemma surfaced every few minutes to block out everything else like a LightNote pop-up reminding you to log in. 

Art, though? Art was easy, and she did her best to stay upbeat, if just for that forty minutes. That said, the day after the finale had been a day when she reminded herself she should have known better than to try and deceive a girl who saw everything quietly. 

When Other Sophie saw her, her green eyes widened with compassion and she slid her phone across the table, putting her hand on her shoulder. The current image was a screenshot of passive-aggressive fanart depicting Lad Myrabill and the Single Lady herself hand-in-hand. The timid girl hummed a note of question when Dressy looked up, and she shook her head.

“No, this week has just been really arduous--arduous!” she said, echoing herself in song with a wheezing chuckle, “I mean, I guess it sorta has to do with MyraBelle, but also not really?”

Other Sophie, from some hidden pocket of her bookbag or another, took out a hairbrush emblazoned with a lavender star and Dressy, without any real idea of the events, turned around as her friend brushed her disheveled curls out with gentle, tranquilizing strokes. A few minutes later, she received a tap on the shoulder and looked back to be handed a glittery purple pen. A sheet of notebook paper was slid down to her, an array of dots present. While Other Sophie softly clipped a bow ornamented with musical notes into Dressy’s hair, the hipster tapped her pen against the paper reflexively a few times before connecting two of the dots down from the top. 

Her friend leaned over and vertically connected the box to the top corner, but when Dressy connected the upper two dots, trying to close the box, Other Sophie kept the horizontal upper chain going. Finally, Dressy managed to chase her into a corner and neatly initial a box, only to look back and see that, in her convoluted pursuit, she’d managed to capture four other boxes, as compared to Other Sophie’s three….and there were no more profitable moves to be made. 

“Oh my gosh! I’m victorious--victorious!” she cheered. Other Sophie gave her a hug

And the world

Stopped.

Somehow, in the lanky girl’s embrace, there was more love and comfort and hope than there was in the gauziest of arias, the sweetest chirp of morning larks, and all Dressy could think was that she wanted to stop, to step away, but at the same time, to live in this moment forever, to never break away again, to be with Other Sophie forever and wake up next to her and watch the sun sparkle off her hair and sing and make breakfast for her and--

The bell rang, and the chagrined choralist broke apart and gave her best friendly smile to Other Sophie, her face almost as red as her hair. 

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The sleepover was a bad decision to begin with, but as anyone who’d attended Melvin Sneedly Elementary could tell you, even when the smartest could be kind of an idiot sometimes.

It became a worse decision at the fact that it was at Jessica’s house, and that even her slight discomfort at Other Sophie’s invitation of Dressy couldn’t deter her enthusiasm for the inevitable probability of Truth or Dare. Somehow during the night, she had scooted over a little too close to her friend; Sophie One raised an eyebrow, but if she noticed anything out-of-odds, she didn’t say a word. 

The twelve-ounce bottle spun, and the capped end came to rest a few inches to Jessica’s right, the flipped end between Dressy and Sophie One. The prima donna flicked the bottle with one neatly-manicured fingernail, only to have it skew a few inches to her left. Sighing, she leaned down and adjusted the bottle’s position for a minute longer than necessary before sighing and physically pointing the bottle’s capped end to herself.

“Okay, weird hippie girl--truth, or darr?” she said exasperatedly. 

“I’ll tell the truth…” she sang back warily. 

“Tell me, who’s been fooling you!” Jessica demanded with malicious delight, “Who do you like?”

Dressy rolled her eyes, “That can’t be original. You must have asked that a million times.”

“Like, I asssssssssk…..but no one ever answers, or, at least not, honestly.” 

“How can you tell?”

“‘Cuuuuuuz, they act like it’s no big deal if they answer, and then they get all red and really quiet all of a sudden, and they ask stupid questions to keep stalling.”

Dressy giggled. “Alright, then. I actually--actually!--don’t mind questions like this, since love is really a beautiful thing that I don’t think anyone should be embarrassed about. I don’t really have a crush, so give me a second to think--”

And as she mentally flipped through all the prettiest girls in her classes, somehow, like a LightNote log-in notice, her thoughts sprang to purple glittery gel pens, to lavender stars and musical-noted bows, to freckles and red-rimmed glasses, to mint-colored jumpers and warm embraces and the scent of peaches in spring and.

She was crimson, trying hard, maybe too hard, to avoid Other Sophie’s confused gaze and focusing intently on the bottle and cursing how a twelve-ounce Spite could lead to all this. 

“Oh no.” she whispered.

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George and Harold would know what to do. George and Harold always knew what to do, somehow--from finding a solution to the crocobat infestations to navigating the Doom Dome, even when their ideas were wrong, they ended up working anyway. 

Therefore, running halfway across Piqua to find the fail-safe wingmen made perfect sense. 

Still only a few inches taller than many half her age, she vaulted the fence guarding the entrance between the Beard and Hutchins yards only to stumble, get caught halfway over, kick her way back across, and fall rather painfully to the yard, the gate swinging open lazily in the slight Spring breeze behind her. She stood up and dusted herself off, looking….for what? For two teenage boys to be sitting in a treehouse drawing comics and laughing over acronyms adding up to bathroom jokes? For the firefly-lit lantern to still be blazing in the window while the same two boys, heading into high school, invited her up the rope ladder and gave her a cookie shaped like a dinosaur? 

But she looked up, and the lantern still glowed in the dim evening light, the misfits of her elementary-school career shadowed against the treehouse walls, yelling and laughing at whatever mishaps on their gaming tablet were causing each other so much contorted concentration. 

Everything stays, right where you left it, after all.

She had planned to knock on the floor of their treehouse to at least give some warning, but she tripped on the second rung of the rope ladder, which ended up toppling their lantern into George’s very startled hands. 

“Speak, friend, and enter.” he said, looking out and offering his hand to the girl, “Oh, hey, Dressy! It’s been forever!”

“Uh….need some help?” Harold asked, appearing behind him in an instant as he saw her foot snarled.

“I’ve just been ensnared--ensnared!” she sang, reaching for the higher ladder rungs and pulling herself free, “Can I come in?”

The blond rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Well, uh, we only have the two Switch controllers….”

“It’s fine, I was actually wondering if you might be able to help me with something?” she asked, not sure how they would have deduced her wanting to play video games when she had only realized they’d had them a minute ago.

“As long as it’s not homework”, George said with an air of finality, “We’ll do our best, as varied a scale as that may be.”

“For example”, Harold continued, “If you need help with finding the funniest way to exact revenge on someone? We’re your guys. Seeing what happens when you microwave soap? We’re also your guys.”

“Figuring out how to clean that microwave?” George countered, “We’re kinda your guys.”

“My mom is getting a new microwave.”

“I owe you a Hot Pocket.”

“Guys, guys!” Dressy called, “There’s a girl.”

The duo of discord looked at each other as a quacking sound of confusion was heard. 

“A girl I like.” 

The two grinned and looked at each other with big eyes. 

“Awwwwwwww,” they chorused.

“What’s her name?”

“Is she nice?”

“Can she do anything? Like knitting, or air guitar, or baking?”

“Is she a vampire?”

“Does she like music?”

She held out her hand to halt them.

“It’s….Other Sophie”, she admitted with a blush and fidgeting with the glitter pen in her pocket, “And, I was wondering how I could get her to like me as much as I like her?”

George sat down patted a spot on the floor near him and his friend. 

“I’m gonna be honest, Dressy, love is kind of whack and you can’t do a thing about it, but I think I can get something together if you tell us a little more about her.”

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They’d listened thoughtfully, until at last she finished and George started tossing a baseball into the air and thinking. 

“Alright, I have an idea, and, I’m not sure if it will work.” he said, “And if it doesn’t, I don’t know what to say other than that it will be worth it and she’ll probably like it a lot; but there’s no opt-out because, well, most of my and Harold’s plans are a one-in-a-million shot and you have to be a crazy bastard to think about doing them, but for these crazy bastards, you always get results, and those results always lead to something.” 

And he detailed his ploy emphatically, gesticulating and diagramming along the way and ending with rummaging through their drawing desk for a minute or two before retrieving a set of two softly-glowing jelly bracelets, both in verdant green. He handed them both to her and took her hand. 

“The second one’s for Other Sophie.” he said with a crooked smile, “Good luck.”

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Piqua had only a single karaoke soda bar to its name, but it couldn’t be said that Alpacapella was down on its luck by any means. Of all the forever-surprisingly intricate performances it had seen, most of them from any single artist were from Dressy Killman; therefore, it was no surprise to anyone when she walked in and stood against the upper-level ornate gate, watching the others from above and rubbing a quarter reflexively between her fingers. 

The bar was vibrant with energy, and her heart pounded against her chest as the lyrics to the last song (Judging by the few scattered lines she consciously heard and the melody she was tapping her hands along to, Dressy identified it as “All the Things She Said”) faded out, replaced by the applause of the other patrons.

For a few fleeting seconds, she thought of leaving, letting everything stay the same when all she could taste is the moment, and all she could see is her light….

But sooner or later, it’s over, after all. And besides, in all her years, she’d never once turned down a show. 

The hipster slid down the spiraling staircase, and the group of hesitating kids and teenagers alike in the line quickly made way for her as she took a deep breath and moved up to the stage. All at once, she caught a glimpse of a duo thumbs-up and the lights dimmed. The bar gasped quietly, and the opening verse softly cued in, gentle and slow. 

Her bracelet glowed.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

Another band, the same color as her own, lit up and she calmed.

“This is for the girl who always makes me feel bubbly when I see her.” she said, for once being patient enough to wait for the lyrical verses. The white text lettered in on-screen, but she didn’t see it.

“I’ve been awake for awhile now,

You’ve got me feeling like a child now

‘Cause every time I see your bubbly face,

I start to feel just a bit displaced.”

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At the balcony, Jessica signaled for her signature Shirley Temple. 

“Other Sophie” she said suddenly, “Look, I haven’t seen you in for-evarr, so here’s some advice--have I mentioned yet that you’re totally and completely helpless when it comes to looking for detail? Like, Sophie One? Sophie One picked up that cameo in Comet’s Magical Battle Against Evil, AND she totally remembers how many cherries are in a good drink. But you? You wouldn’t know someone liked you if they stood up and sang your favorite song.”

Sophie One nodded, but gave her friend an apologetic smile.

Conveniently, this was exactly the same time the lights dimmed and Dressy began her serenade. Other Sophie flushed a cherry-blossom pink, but it didn’t take much attention to detail to see the sparkle in her eyes and the hearts practically fluttering around her head.

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“It starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose

Wherever it goes, I always know

That you make me smile, 

Please, stay for a while now

Just take your time, wherever you go.” 

Dressy had heard the lyrics to this song a hundred times, and definitely not because Other Sophie had once texted her one star-dappled evening that she loved that song. With what little impromptu rhyming and syllabic attention she had, she decided to change the next verse ever-so-slightly, just to see if Other Sophie picked up on it.

“You don’t have to say another word,

I understand everything I’ve heard,

You saved me once when I was done for-or,

You give me feelings that I adore.”

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Jessica gasped, and Other Sophie shrugged off the inevitable question.

“Oh. My. Harrrr, you have to go down there!” she squealed, “That is the cutest thing, and I’m telling you now, if you don’t go see her, I’m marrying you two.”

She had already left halfway through the sentence.

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The glow of her wrist reflected off the beads around her neck, and sure, she’d known Dressy had a lovely voice, but this, this was a serenade Other Sophie wanted to listen to forever and never look back, and all she could think was all that she wanted to leave, to clap politely at the end and play dumb like Dressy was no more than her best friend, but at the same time, to live in this moment forever, to never break away again, to be with Dressy and wake up next to her and watch her play crosswords and listen to her sing in the kitchen and make breakfast for her and--

She was blushing, and Dressy was blushing, and all at once, she was on stage next to her and the chorus started and the lovesick look in Dressy’s eyes hugged her close and told her she didn’t have to do a thing if she didn’t want to, but the ginger cleared her throat, ready, at least, to be with her sensational angel for this minute.

“And it starts in my toes, makes me crinkle my nose,

Wherever it goes, I always know,

That you’ll make me smile, 

Please, stay for a while now,

Just take your time, wherever you go.”

Dressy held up her hand and Other Sophie gave a last nod and laced her fingers with hers, the jelly bracelets glowing against one another. The song cut short, and the world fell back to the hipster, convinced that they could not just be friends, that her companion would forever act wary by her side and speak of her gesture in hushed giggles, that just once, nothing had gone right--

And Other Sophie twirled her back and kissed her with a soft “mwah!” and the world stopped.

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Oh boy where to start-- 100% feel free to contest me on any of this stuff/add on/throw in your ideas!

This is obviously not a very healthy ship, with their main clash of interest being the twins along with personal goals. In another reality where the twins were never an issues, it’s hard to say they would ever be friends in the traditional sense-- but I feel as though they could have a very strong interest in one another on various levels. But this is not that reality. 

TL;DR: What i feel makes this ship work is mutual begrudging respect, the opportunity of an interesting challenge, and frustration with reflections of each other's worst traits worked out through physical attraction and the thrill of mutual manipulation 

Personality wise, I feel like they’re ironically very similar despite having incredibly different roles/connotations in their character design

Durbe at the surface is everything good and respectable: loyal to a fault, holding genuine kindness for others, with obvious holy/saintly connotations in his deck and mannerisms. But he also has a very bad case of tunnel vision when it comes to emotional situations, has no issue doing whatever it takes to achieve his ends (even if he recognizes that it’s wrong and feels bad about doing it, he still decides that the goals of the ‘overall good’ matters far more than personal morals), will manipulate and lie to the ones he holds dear for what he thinks is their best interest, and following that same line of thought, will ignore the wishes of the ones he loves if he thinks it’s not the best course of action. He also holds unity very dearly, which caused like half of the Barians issues. If only he had listened to Misael and kept Vector on a shorter leash. 

Vector shares the mindset of justifying the ends, only he doesn’t even try to bother justifications or regrets so long as he gets what he wants. Ironically I feel like he can also share Durbe’s trait of undying loyalty-- tho he absolutely HATES IT-- how dare Yuma make him want to throw everything he’s dreamed of away for an attempt at bettering himself, how darre he feel such strong connections to his fellow lords who he would just as quickly kill for as he would kill them himself. In Durbe he might see his life before this curse of madness set in-- the possibility of a benevolent and fair leader he might of been and could possibly be-- and hates every second of it. Better do his best to break Durbe to get rid of those negative feelings. 

In every life I feel like Vector finds a particular joy in amplifying Durbe’s bad traits and watching as Durbe feels miserable about his willing path into the darkest parts of himself-- Durbe sticking around because of self hatred and loneliness along with the ability to express his worst traits to open arms-- traits he’d rather hide from the ones who look up to him but still needs to get out.  

Past life: Oh boooooooy I have a whole thing on Durbes life before becoming a knight and how it affects his relationships up to his death but that's a whole other topic. The most damaging dynamic of the three lives, Vector sees Durbe as a useful and pretty little plaything who won’t stop getting in his way, while Durbe see’s Vector as an enigma he’d like to dissect but should probably focus more on eradicating (that changes to straight up ‘I’m gonna kill a bitch’ after Merag’s sacrifice). In the AU where Durbe is taken as a hostage, I prefer that Vector plays a game of mind tricks before he jumps straight to torture because Durbe can hold his interest in a conversation far longer than the others under his command-- why not own his loyalty completely, no matter what it takes. 

In their Barian life, I really enjoy the sort of clash of power they have going on-- Vector does seem to have some sort of grudging respect for Durbe’s role as leader (or at least fear of his abilities? I still wanna know what exactly Durbe has done that makes the others jump to attention every time he does the eye-flash-- it’s not like he's physically imposing compared to literally everyone else. Such a soft boy) But he’s certainly going to have fun antagonizing him to try to find each and every weakness and take advantage of it. Durbe also has obvious need and want for Vectors presence-- he’s not pleasant but he’s powerful, effective and creative in his methods. They 100% are in a constant powers struggle-- even though the other lords would much rather follow Durbe before ever listening complacently to Vector, it’s pretty clear Durbe is not the one who’s spearheading the war efforts (being generally more occupied trying to hold the world together). I particularly looove the idea of Durbe turning/succumbing to Vector for carnal comforts along with advice when Nasch disappears, and absolutely shattering once he figures out what really happened that night, knowing that he’s been literally sleeping with the enemy. ALSO the whole issue that brings up between Shark and Durbe when Shark finds out. The Drama. The Betrayal👌🏼 Mizael quipping ‘I told you so’ when it comes back to bite Durbe in the ass

Rebirth: Durbe would be among one of the last to forgive Vector simply because he does not want to forgive until Rio and Shark speak with him about where they stand. After that, tho, Durbe would be incredibly involved and supportive of his recovery.  

This is the only life where I can see any potential for a healthy romance between these two-- but it would take a looot of time and a lot of work. Vector is def going to have a lot of issues transitioning into a life where he does not hold much power, and most of all, has the capacity to feel legitimate guilt. Durbe has already established himself a pillar of support, emotionally and logically (albeit a lil awkward at it in this new environment), and unlike the others who might be willing to help him, there is no real expectation for him to necessarily better himself immediately. They’ve both seen each other at their worst, there’s not much that can be hidden any more, nothing that can really be judged. Most importantly, Durbe does not pity Vector the way the others do. He expects him to do something with himself, preferably for the better, but if he needs to be controlled it’s not like Durbe hasn’t done it before. Shark probably hates it but Durbe lets Vector cuddle with him to destress or to fight off panic attacks. In public. That Traitor. 

Romantic feelings might be able to develop once Vector has found stable ground to walk on and Durbe has come clean with the entirety of his past. Not clean slates, but ones that are not quite as chipped. Even then I’m not sure I can see it as a monogamous relationship-- Vector doesn’t really have the full capacity for softer emotions that Durbe needs, and Durbe is still much to moral (or anal) to let Vector get away with what he’d like to. It’d still be very rocky, as they both have graves of dirt to hold over one another

I just really like Durbe being able to get Vector to calm down and attempt at bettering himself + Vector getting Durbe to loosen up a little and free himself from his own emotional defenses plus drawing out more of his sarcastic asshole side.