#i think i even saw one post about lizard people i'm not even joking she went off the deep end

[schwazombie]

Remember my sister telling me that she was having trouble sleeping and having panic attacks daily once Biden got elected and I was having the hardest time being nice to her. It was so difficult. Like girl what are you scared of. Girl. GIRL.

[babu-haitani]

RANDOM and LOCO (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Mostly Crack, Suggestive, SMAU

Pairings: Bonten x FEM! Reader

TW: This Series may contain Spoilers from Bonten ARC and it may also contain mentions of suggestive themes, use of cocaine, definitely a lot of cussing, and mainly SANZU. Don't pretend ya'll don't know why Sanzu is in the warning...

A/N: This is just a series I came up with because I need to post my jokes somewhere! I'm a verified clown (That can both mean negative and positive POV's)

RANDOMNESS 5 |Masterlist| RANDOMNESS 6

Ahh yes, That feeling where it's a Monday morning but instead of it being miserable it was a rest day for you.

Coffee with the exact amount of cream, Netflix playing while you work the medical papers and expenses so you can give the report to Koko and Mikey regarding it, and more importantly---NO BONTEN MEN.

"Y/N!!!!!" You heard screams of your name down the hallway to your office, your office door suddenly burst open. Mikey appears first with a scowling face, Sanzu and Rindou with gritted teeth, Ran with a smile along with an irk mark on the side of his face, Mochi and Takeomi glaring at Sanzu and Rindou, Kakucho and Koko who happens to be the only people who glared at you.

You spoke too soon regarding your oh so "WONDERFUL NO BONTEN MEN MONDAY"

"Is it true you hate older men?" Sanzu and Rindou asked you in unison.

"NO, she doesn't! She hates kids like you!" Mochi retorted.

"Is it true that you think I replaced Izana with Mikey? I thought you know that's not true..." Kaku spoke, His face in a scowl but his tone was sad.

"My eyes are not the same of a lizard!" Koko yelled.

"If you hate me smoking, you could've told me and I would've stopped!" Takeomi yelled after Koko, his words caught the attention of every member in the room.

"Okay, maybe I won't stop but I can try!" He continued.

"Is it true that you see me as someone who can't stay in a relationship? If it was you who I was dating then maybe you would know I can perfectly commit myself" Ran spoke with a smile but the irk on his voice was visible.

"I don't eat too much Dorayaki and I'm not depressed" Mikey added, after Mikey spoke; everyone started yelling and arguing.

You sat there with a straight face as you sip your creamy coffee, you sighed and slouched on your chair as you continued to do the paperwork that Koko handed over to you as he was rambling earlier regarding his eyes looking like a lizard.

Typing on your laptop, you heard the commotion slowly die down. Lifting your head to look at everyone, you saw Sanzu and so are the other taking out their weapons.

"NOT IN MY DAMN OFFICE!!!" You yelled. Everyone looked at you.

"If you Idiots planned on fighting for god knows what, don't fucking do it in my office!" You continued, You heard Sanzu murmured something about you being a bitch but who were you to care. As long as they don't mess up your office and won't piss you further then you don't care.

"Y/N! Are you listening?!" Rindou groaned, looking up at him with tired eyes.

"No" You bluntly answered, groans and complaints erupted throughout your whole office.

"We were asking you if you really hate us that much to the point you would roast us and make us feel insecure about ourselves," Takeomi asked, without any hesitation, you replied with a yes; resulting in the four childish men sulking in the corner while the four more mature one...did the same, unfortunately. You let out a sigh.

"What I mean is Yes, I would roast you idiots but I don't hate you? I also don't have a preference when dating, No I don't think Kaku replaced Izana with Mikey, Koko has pretty eyes, You smoke too much, Takeomi and it may result in lung cancer so I suggest you die it down. Even players and fuck boys can change unless you really are an asshole, Mikey, you do eat too much..." You rambled, the eight men looked at you with puppy eyes. Sanzu and Mochi, sniffling as they looked at you with puppy eyes.

"weally? You don't hwate us?" Sanzu asked in a baby tone which made you and the others look at him in disgust.

"What? I heard baby talk is effective when you apologize to your girlfriend" He explained.

"No, Babytalk is fucking disgusting, what do you take me for? A girl full of rainbows? I'm literally friends with the Haiatni Brothers since Middle school and a certified doctor for japan's worst criminal organization and I'm not your girlfriend"

"In my dreams, you're my girlfriend" Sanzu replied as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, you stared at him with your nose scrunching and letting out gag noises.

"Please! I bet even in your dreams, Y/N would never date you" Ran butts in.

"What's that suppose to mean!?!" Sanzu yelled, Ran smirked at the pink-haired boy and wiggled his eyebrows.

"The fact that I'm prettier than you explain it all" Ran continued which led to another fight about 'the best man to date for Y/N'.

Again, you don't care...taking another sip of coffee, you stood up, took your laptop with you, and completely left the room. Leaving the eight men---idiots, to fight till the death. You smiled to yourself.

Despite all this crazy commotion, you can't help but feel your ego being boosted at the thought of eight men who just unconsciously confessed to you and are probably now freaking out on the inside since your office grew quieter.

"idiots..." You spoke to yourself as you completely walked away in front of your office and headed towards the meeting room.

[icharchivist]

Could you write up a script/summary for their (Percy + Sandy) interaction? I'm interested too. 👀

HI NONNY!

i haven't written in forever i'm so rusty and i don't know how well i can fill that but let's try

(also i don't know how much i can write a script, if only because those two's way of speaking would drive me to tears trying to figure out the flow of their sentences.)

And it depends whenever we, indeed, acknowledge the wmtsb's incident

I could see perhaps a meeting in Sandalphon's coffeeplace. After all, what kind of future king would Percival be if he didn't make sure to know every corner of the Grancypher, every little business in it, and made sure they were going well? And besides, it is coffee. As a connaisseur, it would also be his duty to make sure that there is nothing but top quality on his vassals' ship.

Once Sandalphon would have offered him a cup of his best coffee, Percival would call out to discuss with him.

It would ensue an overly long and complicated conversation about coffeebeans, how to take care of it, their harvest ect.

"Oho. It's the first i hear anyone having such knowledge about coffee before that point." Sandalphon would probably remark.

"Mph. Naturally. Knowing about the quality of what one drink is essential, after all."

"I can assure you that there is only quality under my care. No one knows coffee better than i do."

"That much i could figure, after such a coffee."

While Percival can be pretty prideful and boastful about his own knowledge, i doubt he'd go as far as to oppose to that statement made by a primal who clearly has a long history of experience.

On there would be build a rather good and jovial conversation about coffee.

Eventually, Percival will bring up that he does have, under his care, a coffee harvest place for the Kopi Leol. I don't really want to think about how the conversation would go in details because i think Sandalphon would be interested in the idea at first, then get really heated up about hearing about the process to make the coffee and Percival could grow rather defensive about this answer, and it would look maybe a little similar to the conversation with Vane in the Bistro event, probably adding its lot of "It's nonsense! Complete Nonsense!" as Sandalphon learns about the process.

But i also think Percival would manage to stay more calm than he was with Vane, and eventually, "It would be better for you to test it before writing it off. Unless a pro like you would be unable to make use of this particular taste?"

Yeah i can see him lightly provoke Sandalphon and Sandalphon being picked enough that he would eventually concede to the challenge.

Now honestly, i'll leave it up in the air if Sandalphon approves or not that coffee ahah.

But i do think there would be a common ground and a conversation held in polite, but albeit quite smug atmosphere.

Eventually the conversation would stray away from coffee and start talking about the crew, MC, Lyria and Vyrn.

Both could quickly realize that they have similar strength, both being swordmen and at ease with the use of light magic. as fighters they could discuss more about their skillsets.

"So you are a primal, correct?" the conversation would go further. "May i ask, what are you focusing on?"

"I inherited the duty to watch over the skies." Sandalphon would answer in a firm way, not wanting to elaborate further on his situation with a man who's merely a stranger at this point.

"A heavy responsibility." Percival would comment. "You have my sympathy."

"And what were your motivation on joining this crew?" Sandalphon would question.

Percival would pause before answering, judging to which length he could discuss it with the primal, until he figures that if their Captain trust him, then so can Percival.

"I am Percival, Prince of Wales, and future King. The Captain is my vassal and we sought to build a country untouched by war, protected by peace."

"... That's quite the ambition. And the responsibility."

"And i intend to see it through."

"With the Singularity on your side and their unability to give up, i suspect you may indeed."

A chuckle. For a moment, they would relate to one another. While different scales, their goal is to protect the world they come to care about. Both of them followed the Captain because this was the best way to do that... and both of them ended up caring about them, after all.

From then on the conversation can actually shift over that. On their mutual respect for the Captain, and on their responsibilities as people who are set to protect a huge group of people. The nuances, due to the different scales, but still an understanding to be had, calm and composed.

Further in the conversation:

"May i ask, how did you meet the Captain?" Percival asks.

A silence. Awkward. "That's... a long story." Sandalphon gets uncomfortable, avoiding the way Percival is looking at him, frowning at this answer.

Sandalphon figured he shouldn't mention that he almost killed their Captain when they met. It's not something he'd bring up to people he doesn't know, but having talked a little with Percival make it certain that it is an incredibly bad idea.

It's not like Percival doesn't know that some of their crewsmate had a rocky start with the Captain so he doesn't push. He doesn't know how far it extends with Sandalphon and perhaps he shouldn't press. If he's on the ship, it's because the Captain trust him after all, right...?

The only way i could see the shoe drop would be because the Captain, Lyria and Vyrn, passed by the coffeeshop and saw those two discuss and decided to join in. What an odd pair, they comment, but surely this can be interesting.

They discuss of what they've discussed so far, of the fact they seem to get along pretty well. Everything is going pretty fine, in general.

I don't have the set up for it but then at some point, Sandalphon ends up teasing the Captain a little. And the Captain decides to give it back with their most trusty weapon:

"Oh Sandalphon, your fingers are delicate."

Not the day Sandalphon was specifically thinking about how much he shouldn't bring up that one day! He gets flustered, a bit panicked and alarmed.

"A-Again with that??? Could you please not use it on me anytime you want to get your way?? I admit of my folly but-"

"Your folly?" Percival's voice butt in, frowning, trying to figure out the meaning of this exchange.

Sandalphon realizes that he is setting himself up into a very. very bad situation. He sends another alarmed glance to the Captain, who also realizes that the situation isn't wise. Like, sure they love to tease Sandalphon with it, but knowing Percival, this is not something that should be said. Lyria too, seems to pick up the situation and she starts to panic.

"It's nothing!" Lyria tries to cover up. "They're just joking around it's fine!"

Clearly something is /not/ fine though, and Percival frowns further.

.. Vyrn however didn't seem to get the memo:

"Isn't that what you told them when you threw them o-MRPH"

The Captain immediately reaches to Vyrn and put their hand on his mouth, trying to shut him up. Now something is definitely strange. Sandalphon is wincing and Lyria seems even more agitated than ever.

"Threw them....?" his voice is low and menacing. "Threw them where?"

"Nowhere!!!!" Lyria tries to cover up. "No where! It's a joke right Vyrn... right????"

"A-Ah... right!" Vyrn finally understands, as the Captain is finally letting him go. "Right! He didn't throw them out from an island or anyth- oh."

Wincing from everyone around the table. The expression on Percival's face turn darker and darker, reminiscent of Aglovale's darkest times - you can see the uncanny family ressemblance.

"Next time i slice you off you lizard." Sandalphon hisses a threat under his breath to Vyrn, realizing how bad this whole situation is for him.

"I DIDN'T MEAN-"

"So it's true." Percival is calm, too calm, like the calm before the storm.

"But i'm alive!!" The Captain puts themselves in front of Sandalphon, putting on their brightest smile. "It was years ago, I'm alive and well, and Sandalphon now knows better, so please calm down."

Easier said than done, but while still angry, hey, the coffeeshop didn't burn down just yet so-

"Please Percival-san!" Lyria pulls on her cutest puppy eyes. "We'll explain everything to you, but don't do anything to Sandalphon, please!"

And it's only because all of them are protecting Sandalphon that nothing degenerates just yet. Percival is willing to listen.

And while upon hearing the tale, the idea of burning Sandalphon to crisp is tempting, he learns to deal with it. In the first few months following this announcement, Percival would be particularly cold to Sandalphon, making it clear that it is only because the Captain asked that this is not escalating.

But after a while and a few battlefield together, and especially seeing how much Sandalphon is protecting them all, he would eventually ease down and let it slide. Sort of.

And that's more or less how i'd see the whole thing play out.

The writing is all over the place because i wasn't settled on making it an actual narrative piece DLKFJDLKF but i hope you don't mind and like this mess of a post o7

Take care!

[just-dreaming-about]

FIRST IMPRESSIONS #2

So here I am again! This time I have the part 2 of my first fanfiction about Spider-Man where our protagonist (Thalia) is going through too much for her and everything is out of control. This is more angst than I pretended but I kinda like the way this is going. Anyway, enjoy!

The redhead was in a poorly lit room with a couple of lamps and entertained herself by punching a punching bag, in the center of which was a red spray drawing of a spider. The sweat running down his forehead was proof that she had been there for several hours. She was tired, frustrated, angry, but one more punch was the difference between winning and losing. She didn't bother to turn when the sound of the door indicated that someone had entered the room but was forced to stop when that person entered her range of vision. A blond boy with brown eyes dressed in a white shirt and dress pants was staring at her so intently that she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

-This had better be important -she growled, taking off the gloves that protected her knuckles to grab her water bottle.

-I wouldn't bother going down here if It wasn't -he replied annoyed- Prepare yourself, I want you out in a hour.

Thalia spat out the water in surprise and coughed several times to catch her breath. With her hand she wiped the water from her face, which was now glowing with joy and impatience.

-Out? Back to work? I'm going for my suit!

Before the girl could take three steps he cut her off.

-Civil clothes, Thalia. Recon mission, they won't risk you.

As if it were a balloon deflating, Thalia turned to look at him disappointed just in time to receive a folder of papers that he had thrown at her.

-Recon?

-Vigilance, actually. That is your goal. Do not lose sight of him and better that you are not discovered this time. You are in testing period again, do not risk it.

-Okay -she growled in frustration, heading for the exit much more slowly this time.

-Thalia.

The redhead only turned with a raised eyebrow.

-You should go see your father.

Thalia's heart stirred uneasily, struggling between guilt and pride.

-It's none of your business -she muttered resentfully, opening the door and slamming it shut.

_________________________

Later on the streets of New York.

-Target in sight, radio silence until further notice -the girl whispered before turning off the hearing aid hidden in her ear.

Captain America in all his glory was a couple of meters from her, with a group of men and women he was helping to train in the park. They stretched and flexed as she sat under a tree drinking water and pretending she was enjoying a peaceful morning.

When more than half an hour had passed without anything interesting happening, Thalia simply let her imagination run wild. Spider-Man's words were repeated over and over in his head since their last meeting. Anger and frustration filled her and focused on her fist, which began to squeeze the water bottle she was holding until it doubled over. With an eye on Captain America who had now been joined by Sam, she got up to drop the bottle and then buy herself another at a stall a few meters from her position. This also served as a cover, pretending to be normal something she hadn't known for a year and a half at least. That was what she didn't like about vigilance, too much time alone with herself. For a year now she had been trying not to be left alone with her own thoughts, which were arguing with each other at a speed that was difficult to continue reviewing her greatest mistakes and criticizing her exploits to be better.

So deep in thought was she that didn't see the person she ended up colliding. He was a boy a little taller than she, with curly brown hair and edgy chocolate eyes, wearing plain jeans and a shirt with an atom joke on it. The boy was handsome but he was a bundle of nerves, he just apologized and asked if she was okay.

-Peter Parker -he introduced himself with a nervous smile after helping her up.

-Nice to meet you, Parker -she said absently looking around.

It seemed as if the boy was waiting for her to introduce herself and that made her feel a little uncomfortable.

-Thalia -she finally said- Thalia Strand.

-Nice name -the boy smiled almost relieved that the girl wanted to continue talking- Do you come around often?

-Not really -she replied, her gaze wandering around the park almost about to panic because she couldn't find Captain America.

-Have you lost something? I can help?-the boy continued offering himself.

She looked him one last time, up and down, making the boy more nervous at times.

-I'll manage on my own, thanks -her response was a little too abrupt but she wasn't going to stay to apologize.

She left the park in the direction of the busy streets and looked everywhere. How could someone as famous as Captain America go unnoticed in New York? She couldn't report her situation because she had been on silent radio for hours and because it would make her look bad after her last failure. Frustrated, she took out her cell phone and started searching in social networks, someone have to post something about him because everyone loved Captain America and the social red it's a good place to freak out just seeing captain America at the metro. And there he was, at a little cafe two roads at her right. So she went there without hesitation and saw him easily from the window of the cafeteria taking pictures with the workers.

She decided to hide in the bookstore across the street where she would go unnoticed and could easily monitor her target. Hiding among the shelves that were displayed in the middle of the street, a cover caught his attention "Spider-Man friend and neighbor or a danger to our city?". Thalia's small laugh was heard, she couldn't agree more with that writer named Jameson. Then she heard a small noise and she felt her body tempt in anticipation, an automatic response after what happened on her last mission. In a quick motion, she had a boy's arm against his back and he was crushing his face against the bookshelf.

-It's me. Peter Parker. We just meet at the park a few minutes ago. I... -the boy was interrupted by Thalia who speak like she wasn't believing what the boy was saying. In fact, she wasn't believing a word at this point.

- You have been following me? That's creepy, you know?

-Like a girl who looks innocent but she can push me against the bookshelf without a hand? Yeah. Creepy.

-You don't know how to talk to girls, right? -she said as she leave the guy so he can take care of his arm.

-Really? I just came because this fell from your pocket when we collide.

In the boy's hand was a little blue pendant. It wasn't too much, it was just a little pendant of a turquoise stone obelisk with a silver chain. She freak out a bit at the realization that the necklace wasn't in her pocket.

-Don't worry, I just came to return this to you. I thought it was important to you -smiled this guy, Parker, while he leave the necklace in her hand.

She was so confused right now. This guy, whom she didn't know, came to her from the park just to give this to her just because he tough it was important to her. Something inside her made her feeling weird.

-Thanks -she muttered a little shy.

-Nothing -the always smiling boy stood there as if there was something that Thalia had forgotten.

The weird feeling that Thalia was feeling before just go away. Now the suspicious was on her mind. This guy, Parker, was waiting a reward or something?

-What now? I have thanked you.

Suddenly Parker realize that he was staring at her too much so he blushed abruptly and start rambling about incoherent things like he didn't want to stare or like it wasn't like she wasn't pretty enough not to stare because she was, pretty he wanted to say she was pretty but he wasn't her to feel uncomfortable with him.

At this point Thalia was just enjoying the sight of this cute boy just freaking out. It wasn't something she was used to. The flirt, if this was flirting, and the nervous. Things like that was just left behind when her dad started feeling really bad. And this little thought brought her back to reality. Where was him?

-Not again -she growled really frustrated now.

-I... I'm sorry if I'm bothering you.

Thalia look at this guy one more time. She thought that if she wasn't in this situation maybe she would invite Parker to a cafe and would flirt around just to make him freak out and rumble about things because was cute and funny even if they wouldn't meet never again just to enjoy chat with someone new. But she had no option.

-Look, I think this is funny and you're cute but I'm doing something important so thank you again for the necklace but I have to go.

She spoke so fast that the guy didn't have any chance to say anything more. The girl ran away from the guy and looked everywhere for her objective but it wasn't around. She swore under her breath. Why was happening this to her? She was happy two years ago, when things were simple and everything was okey and she didn't have to grow up and take care of herself.

This wasn't supposed to happen to her.

She was about to cry. She knew that. It was that feeling growing inside her.

She took a breath. Then another breath. And then one more just to be sure.

And here we go again. Running through the busy alleys, looking for the objective when a explosion obstructed the streets. She almost freak out but composed herself. People started running everywhere and screaming. And there he was captain America just fighting a lizard man who came out of the sewer.

She hid in an alley from where she could see everything. She thought about disabling the radio silence and reporting what was happening but she didn't. Wondering to herself how a person would choose to take care of things like that. How anyone would choose to be a hero? Was it something that everyone would choose except her because everyone was brave enough to choose this? That makes her a coward? Because in her worst moment she choose to be a criminal, following instructions like stealing or spying. Her dad wouldn't approve it. But he wasn't there to take care of her, she was the one taking care of herself and her dad.

The lizard man throw captain America and she hide more so he can't see her hiding there. And she noticed something on her back.

-Hello criminal who doesn't hide her face this time.

There was Spider-Man. And she was so upset about that hero.

-You have to be kidding me.

-In fact, I make some funny jokes but almost nobody appreciates it.

She took advantage of the always talkative hero and walked back away. But then the hero throw a web to her wrist and pulled her to his chest.

-Not this time, my little criminal.

And then the lizard was thrown into that alley and captain America came running.

-Spider-Man? What are you doing here?

-Oh, hello captain! -waved the hero with his free hand a little too much excited.

-Take your girlfriend away from here!

Captain America was containing the lizard man so he can't attack them while both of them started rumbling about they weren't dating, this wasn't a date, she never would date someone like him or she was a criminal that he had to stop.

-I don't care! -answer the superhero- Just go away! This is dangerous!

-You need help, cap? -offered the arachnid.

-Go. Away.

The looks that captain America gives them was enough to scare Thalia and she was almost relieved when Spider-Man took her in his arms and swing them out of the fight.

-Let me go, you bastard! -Thalia was fighting with the hero without results because it was like she wasn't punching the hero's chest.

-Stop doing that or we'll fall from there. Do you want to become a crushed mosquito?

And then she stop fighting with the hero. At least until they reached the roof of a building where she pushed the hero away from herself and put in a defensive position.

-Why do you always want to fight? -he complained almost upset with this.

-Because you are the hero and I am the criminal?

-But you told me about this guy forcing you to do this. Even if you ended stealing the tiara I thought you were serious about that. I still believe you. If you have any problem them just...

-Just take care of them -she interrupted the hero- at my own. I don't need a hero to save me.

-But maybe you need a friend?

And that's how Thalia asked herself when were the last time she had a friend. But throw away this thought and reforced her defensive position.

-Stop confusing me! I don't need you!

-If you're confused maybe it's because you know I'm telling the truth? Please, I want to help.

-Why do you care? You don't know me.

-I learned that it's better offers help first than fight and then ask. I stopped more criminals like this.

And then something happened that surprised both the hero and Thalia. She started laughing. Just a little at first. And then a lot. It was funny the idea of ​​a hero offering him a help that nobody had wanted to give her a year ago. The hero was so surprised that didn't know how to act. And when she stop laughing she started crying. She was so upset of this. A new mission failed, now she wasn't be able to found captain America again and she didn't even knew why she had to spy him. Neither she know how to safe her dad on her own. And that was too much for her.

-Ey -whispered the hero, too close suddenly- it's okay to ask for help when we can't take it anymore.

-Why do you care? -she asked in response.

-Because I'm your friend and neighbor Spider-Man. It's my job.

Thalia was jealous how sure the hero was about his role in his life. She was too lost in her own life.

-Do you want to talk about it? -asked the hero in a whisper almost if he was afraid that she would freak out and go away if he speaks louder.

She didn't answered as she still crying out all her stress. The hero just sat there making her sure he was there with her. And when the cry stops, she looks at him with her puffy eyes and the red nose and the hero held his breath unconsciously.

-I don't want to talk about it -was her answer.

-Then don't talk. Just take me with your boss.

She really thought about it. Her boss was a horrible person and deserved to be in prison. But then her father would be helpless again. Hammerhead was the only one to accept taking care of the bills while she make stuff for him. At the beginning were only simple stuff like help his minions with the food and the cleaning and then started the training and at some point they were taking her in their missions. She really never noticed it.

-I can't -she answered defeated.

-But you want to paid for your boss? You want to go to prison for him? It's that important your boss for you?

She shook her head looking at the hero.

-You don't understand anything.

-Then tell me -his hand took hers to encourage her- I want to understand.

She had the impulse to tell him everything because she was so tired of pretending she was strong enough. She remained silent with that puppy eyes that the hero understood he would be screwed if he still staring at them also he thought he was pushing her too much. So he got up and headed to the edge of the building without a word.

-Where are you going?

-That lizard man was giving a hard time to cap so I'm going to help him.

Thalia nodded, not knowing why she felt a new wave of sadness.

-Will I find you here when that lizard thing is over?

The question was so surprising to her that she had to think twice before answer.

-I don't know... I have to return home.

The hero sounded almost sad when he spoke again.

-Oh... Then be careful.

And that sounded a little dumb in the hero. The question was written in Thalia's face.

-Because this is New York and weird things happen everyday. Like that weird lizard man for example or that weird guy that looks like a goblin...

Thalia laugh while the hero still rumbling incoherently.

-Like weirdos guys in weirdos suits jumping around the city?

Spider-Man stopped talking to look at her.

-Is that a joke or you're just being mean?

A playful smile grow up in Thalia's face.

-What do you think?

Spider-Man let a nervous laugh scape and passed a hand over his head in an unconscious gesture.

-I'll see you next time you're doing illegal things.

He jumps out of the building and Thalia could heard him calling himself stupid.

_____________________

Later

Thalia never had been so nervous to enter a simple room. She took all the courage she could and open that door that was so scary. The room in front of her was all white and in the bed was a man that looks way more old that he really was connected to a lot of machines that were beeping. Thalia needed all she had inside her not to cry again. The man open her eyes and look at her with renovated energy.

-Is that my little Thalia who came to see her old father? -he tried to sit properly but failed- I'm glad you can make time for your old father with your study.

Thalia walk to the bed and stay in with a guilty smile.

-You're not that old, daddy.

Her dad took her hand in theirs with a meaningful look.

-What is bothering you, pumpkin?

-It's nothing, daddy. I'm just tired.

-You're studying too much, are you sleeping well?

-Yes, daddy. It was just a good book.

Her dad laughed at that but then he coughs loudly. After the man calm down his daughter, they still there just chatting about nothing while the girl was containing a cry.

-Now tell me, pumpkin.

Thalia looks at her father's eyes and she knows she couldn't lie.

-I have a friend that it's in troubles, daddy. This... friend have to make a choice and I don't know how to help her.

-You and your heart -he laughed- Accept a advice from this old man? Just do what your heart demands, it can't be wrong if you do it with your heart.

-Even if that thing could make someone suffer?

-Well sure your friend have that tiny voice inside her mind. You know what I mean.

-You mean that tiny voice that says us to do the next thing right? I think you tell me about it before.

Thalia just stayed there with her dad 'til visit hour finished. The words of her dad in her mind just confusing her more.

[cyancaddy]

Cleon hints in the novels

Before I read the novels by S. D. Perry, I was aware that Aeon was as canon as it gonna get for Capcom. In my opinion, the original RE2 offered nothing that could be interpreted as attraction between Claire and Leon...I still liked them together nonetheless. The obsession I have with Claire and Leon first started when I read the novels. 13 year old me was beyond ecstatic when there were actual hints towards a possible romantic relationship between Claire and Leon (which I thought was a 1000 % canon back then, it was Capcom approved after all). Since I now know the novels can be considered as very well written fanfiction, I came to the realization that Ms Perry probably shipped them too. So without further ado, I tried to collect all the Cleon hints from the novels... which are mostly from "Underworld" and "Code Veronica".

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Underworld - Chapter One

David's thoughts

Rebecca was unloading clips and repacking the weapons, Leon and Claire sitting close together across from her, not talking. Those two were usually joined at the hip, and were still as tight as they'd been since David, John, and Rebecca had picked them up just outside of Raccoon less than a month earlier, dirty and damaged and reeling from their run-in with Umbrella. David didn't think there was a romantic connection there, at least not yet; it was more likely their shared nightmare. Nearly dying together could be quite a bonding experience. As far as David knew, Leon and Claire were the only survivors of the Raccoon disaster who knew about Umbrella's T-Virus spill.

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Underworld - Chapter Two

Leon's thoughts

And what about Leon Kennedy? He'd stumbled into the fight without a clue, a cop fresh out of the academy on his way to his first day at work - which just happened to be with the Raccoon PD. There was Ada, true - but he'd known her less than half a day, and she had been killed just after admitting to him that she was some kind of an agent, sent to steal a sample of an Umbrella virus.

So I lost a job, and a possible relationship with a woman I barely knew and couldn't trust. Of course Umbrella should be stopped... but do I belong here?

He'd decided to become a cop because he wanted to help people, but he'd always figured that meant keeping the peace - busting drunk drivers, breaking up bar fights, catching crooks. Never in his wildest dreams would he have figured on being caught up in an international conspiracy, cloak-and-dagger infiltration-type stuff against a giant company that made war monsters. It was crime on a much bigger scale than he felt he was ready for...... and is that the real reason, Officer Kennedy? At exactly that moment, Claire mumbled something from her light doze, nuzzling her head against his arm before falling silent and still again - and making Leon uncomfortably aware of another facet to his involvement with the ex-S.T.A.R.S. Claire.

Claire was... she was an incredible woman. In the days after their escape from Raccoon City, they'd talked a lot about what had happened, the experiences they'd had both separately and together. At the time, it had felt like an exchange of information, filling in blanks - she'd told him about her run-in with Chief Irons and the creature she'd called Mr. X, and he'd told her all about Ada and the terrible thing that had once been William Birkin. Between them, they'd been able to come up with a continuous story, with information that was important to the fugitive team. In retrospect, though, he could see that those long, rambling conversations had been essential for another reason entirely - they'd been a way to leach out the poison of what had happened to them, like talking out a bad dream. If he'd had to keep it all inside, he thought, he might have gone crazy. In any case, the feelings he had for her now were convoluted ones - warmth, connection, dependence, respect, others that he had no name for. And that scared him, because he'd never felt so strongly about anyone before and because he wasn't sure how much of it was real and how much was just some kind of a post-traumatic stress thing.

Face it, stop bullshitting yourself. What you're really afraid of is that you're only here because she is, and you don't like what that says about you.

Leon nodded inwardly, realizing that it was the truth, the real reason behind his uncertainty. He'd always believed that want was okay, but need? He didn't like the idea of being led around by some neurotic compulsion to be close to Claire Redfield.

And what if it isn't need? Maybe it's want, and you just don't know it yet...

He scowled at his own pathetic attempts at self-analysis, deciding that maybe it would be best just to stop worrying about it so much. Whatever the reason for becoming involved, he was involved - he could kick ass with the best of them and Umbrella deserved to have their ass kicked, big time. For now, he had to pee, and then he was going to eat something and do his best to catch some sleep. Leon gently moved out from beneath Claire's warm, heavy head, doing his best not to wake her up. He slid out into the aisle, glancing around at the others.

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Underworld - Chapter Five

Claire's and Leon's conversation

"Cold?" Leon asked. Claire turned away from the window, looking at him. He'd finished with the packs, and was holding one out to her. She took it, nodding in response to his question. "Aren't you?" He shook his head, grinning. "Thermal underwear. Could have used these in Raccoon..."Claire smiled. "How could I have used them? I was running around in a pair of shorts, you at least had your uniform. "Which was covered with lizard guts before I was halfway through the sewers," he said, and she was glad to hear him at least try to joke about it.

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Underworld - Chapter 5

Claire's thougts

Leon put his hand on Claire's shoulder. "You up for this?" he asked softly, and Claire smiled inwardly, thinking of how sweet he was; she'd been thinking of asking him the same thing. In the days since Raccoon, they'd gotten pretty close- and although she wasn't positive, she'd picked up on a few signals that suggested he wouldn't mind getting closer. She still wasn't sure if that was a good idea

and now's not the time to be deciding. The sooner we get this code book, the sooner we get to Europe. To Chris.

"As up as I'm gonna be," she said, and Leon nodded, and they climbed out into the freezing night to join the others.

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Underworld - Epilogue

With David and John supporting young Rebecca, and Leon and Claire smiling at one another like lovers, the five weary soldiers trudged off the screen and out into the gently blossoming Utah morning.

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Code Veronica- Chapter Four

Leon receives Claire's message from the island and tells Chris and Barry about it

Leon had turned out to be a half decent hacker, he was in the next room on the computer; he'd hardly slept since Claire's capture, most of his time spent trying to track Umbrella's recent movements.

With both their parents dead, he and Claire had developed a close relationship, and he thought he knew her pretty well; she was smart and tough and resourceful, always had been... but she was also a college student, for Christ's sake. Unlike the rest of them, she didn't have any formal combat training. He couldn't help thinking that she'd been lucky so far, and when it came to Umbrella, luck just wasn't enough.

"Chris, get in here!"

Leon, and it sounded urgent. Chris and Barry looked at each other, Chris seeing his own worry mirrored in Barry's face, and they both stood up. His heart in his throat, Chris hurriedly led the way down the hall to where Leon was working, feeling eager and afraid at once. The young cop was standing next to the computer, his expression unreadable. "She's alive," Leon said simply. Chris hadn't even been aware of how bad things had been for him until those two words. It was like his heart had suddenly been released after being gripped hi a vise for ten days, the sense of relief as physical as it was emotional, his skin flushing with it.

Alive, she's alive...Barry clapped him on the shoulder, laughing. "Of course she is, she's a Redfield."

Chris grinned, turned his attention back to Leon and felt his smile slipping at the cop's carefully neutral expression. There was something else. Before he could ask, Leon motioned at the screen, taking a deep breath. "They've got her on an island, Chris... and there's been an accident."

Chris was leaning over the computer in a single stride. He read the brief message twice, the reality of it slow to sink in.

Infection trouble approximately 37S, 12W following attack, perps unknown. No bad guys left, I think, but stuck at the moment. Watch your back, bro, they know the city if not the street. Will try to be home soon.

Chris stood up, silently locking gazes with Leon as Barry read the message. Leon smiled, but it looked forced. "You didn't see her in Raccoon," he said. "She knows how to handle herself, Chris. And she managed to get to a computer, right?" Barry straightened up, took his cue from Leon. "That means she's not locked down," he said seriously. "And if Umbrella's got its hands full with another viral spill, they're not going to be paying attention to anything else. The important thing is that she's alive."

Chris nodded absently, mind already working on what he would need for the trip. The coordinates she'd listed put her in an incredibly isolated spot, deep in the South Atlantic, but he had an old Air Force buddy who owed him, could jet him down to Buenos Aires, maybe Capetown; he could rent a boat from there, survival gear, rope, medkit, an assload of firepower... "I'm going with you," Barry said, accurately reading his expression. They'd been friends a long time. "Me, too," Leon said. Chris shook his head. "No, absolutely not." Both men started to protest, and Chris raised his voice, talking over them.

"You saw what she said, about Umbrella homing in on me, on us," he said firmly. "That means we have to relocate, maybe one of the estates outside the city - some-one has to stay here, wait for Rebecca's team to get back, and someone else needs to scout out a new base of operations. And don't forget, Jill will be here any day now."

Barry frowned, scratched at his beard, his mouth set in a thin, tight line. "I don't like it. Going in alone is a bad idea..." "We're at a crucial phase right now, and you know it," Chris said. "Somebody's got to mind the shop, Barry, and you're the man. You've got the experience, you know all the contacts." "Fine, but at least take the kid," Barry said, gesturing toward Leon. For once, Leon didn't protest the label, only nodded, drawing himself up, shoulders back and head high.

"If you won't do it for yourself, think about Claire,"Barry continued. "What happens to her if you get your - self killed? You need a backup, somebody to pick up the ball if you fumble."Chris shook his head, immovable. "You know better, Barry, this has to be as quiet as possible. Umbrella may have already sent in a cleanup crew. One person, in and out before anyone even realizes I'm there."

Barry was still frowning, but he didn't push it. Neither did Leon, although Chris could see that he was working up to it; the cop and Claire had obviously gotten pretty close.

"I'll bring her back," Chris said, softening his tone, looking at Leon. Leon hesitated, then nodded, high color burning in his cheeks, making Chris wonder exactly how close Leon and his sister had become.

Later. I can worry about his intentions if we make it back alive... when we make it back alive, he quickly amended. If was not an option. "It's settled, then,"

Chris said. "Leon, find me a good map of the area, geographical, political, everything, you never know what might help. Also post back to Claire, just in case she gets another chance to check for mes - sages - tell her I'm on my way. Barry, I want to be pack - ing major influence, but lightweight, something I can hike in without too much trouble, maybe a Glock... you're the expert, you decide."

Both men nodded, turned away to get started, and Chris closed his eyes for just a second, quickly offering up a silent prayer.

Please, please stay safe until I get there, Claire.

It wasn't much - but then, Chris had the feeling he would be praying a lot more in the long hours to come.

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Code Veronica - Chapter nine

Steve and Claire on the plane to Antarctica, Steve’s thoughts

He looked down at her, at her tousled hair and long lashes, his heart pounding even though he was trying to relax. She moved again, shifting in her sleep, her head tilting back a little and her slightly parted lips were suddenly close enough for him to kiss, all he had to do was tip his face down a few inches, and he wanted to so bad that he actually started to do it, lowering his mouth toward hers... "Mmmm," she murmured, still totally asleep, and he stopped, pulling back, his heart beating even faster. He totally wanted to but not like that, not if she didn't want him to. He thought she did, but she'd also told him a little about her friend Leon, too, and he wasn't so sure that they were just friends. Feeling tortured, having her so close but not his, he was relieved when she rolled away from him a few seconds later.

[refractedglade]

do all of them. or the odds. or the evens. honestly just do some I'm tired and dont feel like reading through them all :/

this is honestly a lot so it gets a cut. also wow way to abuse the question ask.

1. do you have any recurring dreams? what are they?

only ever had one I think, and that was back in… probably elementary school? I had monthly nightmares thanks to one of the least frightening episodes of Courage the Cowardly Dog, god bless you young me you tried your best

2. what is your favourite kind of fruit?

im torn between grapes and apples

3. sweet or savoury?

savory

4. what is your smallest/pettiest fear? 

not even sure what the hell that means uhhhhhhhh

the fear that i am or will be mediocre at video games. it sounds dumb but at this point it’s one of the only quote-unquote skills I have that I can identify and im afraid to lose that

5. what is your least favourite vegetable?

peas

6. what is your favourite art movement?

surrealism I guess? I don’t know much about art movements tbh

7. do you drink milk?

fuck yes i do

8. what was the last line of the last book you read?

“A mob of Surly Thugs are there to greet you.

TO BE EVEN MORE CONTINUED.”

9. do you like bitter food?

not really

10. what is the most significant event in your life so far?

probably one of the several times i’ve moved since that always leads to meeting new people

12. what is your favourite breed of dog or cat?

I love labradors.

13. list your top 5 favourite turtle names.

what

uh

Leonardo

Donatello

Michelangelo

Raphael

and uhhhhhhh

Coco Jumbo

14. what job would you have if you could have it without going through all of the school or experience that is required?

if I didnt have that Id probably get fired very soon for being shit at my job, but lets say public attorney, see how far I get in that bullshit

15. are there any names that you dislike so much that you would dislike the person with the name? what are those names?

no not really

16. what is your favourite letter?

either R or T, they’re both such helpful shortcuts for web browsing

17. are there any instruments you wished you played?

I wish I had continued learning piano when I was younger. I was in the middle of lessons when we moved for the second time and we just never got another teacher.

18. list your best friends.

@verbalmoonwalking and honestly even though we haven’t talked much in forever @wombathills

19. would you rather be a skeleton or a ghost?

a ghost, way more opportunities and less of a hassle (imagine trying to navigate through the world as reanimated bones)

also there’s already some people i’ve promised to haunt

20. do you prefer fish or lizards/snakes? (as pets)

i dont have much experience with lizards or snakes (although I did have an anole for a year or so). i guess fish, they’re just so incredibly low-maintenance

21. art or music?

weird way to phrase that considering music is art but music

22. what is your favourite type of flower?

unfortunately Ive never learned much about flowers, but I do really like when they’re blue

23. soup or salad?

souuuuup

24. are you good at keeping plants alive?

surprisingly yes! I’ve had two plants growing since late winter/early spring I think

25. do animals tend to like you?

heck yeaaaah

26. what is the worst book you’ve ever read?

the Book of Leviticus

there’s not really a good answer to this, if a book is terrible I either never got far enough to remember or read it for a school assignment and promptly forgot about it

27. do you collect anything?

too many thing, and most of them only for short periods of time. the only consistent collection i have is my Halley Labs music collection

28. how many pillows do you sleep with?

right now just two, used to be three

29. whats the latest you’ve ever woken up?

5 in the evening i think? I forget details since its been a few years, but after an all-nighter I pulled during my first finals of college I passed out at around 6 pm and woke up almost a full day later

no wait addendum: i think like 1-3 in the morning because of falling asleep around 8-11 am.

30. how many pictures are on your walls?

my room has… a painting and a poster

31. what age did you stop keeping stuffed animals on your bed?

honestly? i didn��t

32. what is your favourite candy?

Butterfinger, or if in moderation Twizzlers

33. what is your favourite baked good?

its not the real answer but a vivid image of a steaming baked potato keeps appearing in my head

actually the more i think about it the better that sounds, like its plain but theres a lot of room for customization there

34. do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

yeah, i actually sort of inherited it recently from my late grandfather, though I haven’t actually,,, used it yet.

35. do you wear jewelry?

nope, used to wear a fidget ring a lot but who knows where that went. if i ever find a really cool necklace I’ll probably start wearing that all the time though.

36. sunrise or sunset?

sunset, sunrises are pretty but its a pain in the ass waking up the early

also seeing something like that in the evening is just a better state of mind imo

37. do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

depends on both the music and my mood, generally at this point no headphones though just because when i listen to music its while driving

38. what was your favourite show as a child?

I had a weird sense of almost reverence for Digimon as a kid. My mom had forbidden me from watching Pokemon, and I only ever saw like 3 episode of DIgimon once by accident because a day care had their cassette tape. I barely saw any of it but I loved it.

Season 3 aka DIgimon Tamers is still a solid series, and I still vividly remember watching season 4 on TV when I was slightly older and finding it weird but cool (4 was where they could actually like combine with their digimon)

39. describe your favourite spot in your house.

im the basement goblin so the couch down there is for all intents and purposes mine. also its right next to the room with the heater so hell yeah.

40. do you like to be warm or cold?

I like to be in slightly cold environments so I can be the kind of warm that isn’t just warm but warmed up, like the feeling of being warm when things are cold is very good.

41. the best joke you have.

i think the best jokes i ever did done was editing like 20 different photos of a friend of mine into dumb joke images

one was his face on a tube of laundry soap with some dumb caption along the lines of “ah, this is my life now”

42. whats the weirdest thing that you’ve seen happen in a public place?

first thing that comes to mind is a futon frame on the side of a highway. now let me clarify:

-it was sitting upright, not like it had been tossed aside

-it was on the INSIDE side, not the outside

-no mattress in sight

just… there.

43. CD or digital?

CD, I’ve been conditioned to love owning physical copies of stuff. On that note, also cassette.

44. who do you miss right now?

good friends, my dog, my will to live….

45. if you could combine two places in the world, which two places would you choose?

if by world you meant universe, lets combine earth with some other planet and see what the fuck happens

if you meant earth then Michigan and Ohio, that’d make some shit way more convenient for me

46. describe the worst substitute teacher you’ve ever had.

one of my high school english teachers went on maternity leave, and so we had a sub for about ¾ of the school year. i forget a lot of why the class hated her but a lot of it just came down to she was not good at teaching, and we had to deal with that for almost a whole year.

47. do you believe horoscopes?

short answer is no. less short answer is that while I don’t really believe anything like that, i still enjoy looking at and considering them, especially when they’re in shitpost format.

my sister came back from a mission trip to Africa a while ago and brought me back a small gift she got overseas, a pair of small handmade dice. i’ve developed a habit where on some mornings I’ll roll them before my day starts to see how high I roll, and sometimes interpret that as what the day might be like. do i believe it? not especially. but I almost sort of pretend to believe it. that’s sort of how i treat horoscopes, except even a little less than that.

48. are you spiritual?

eh

49. describe your pets ( or family if you dont have pets )

we had an extremely good dog named Zeus for a long time. yellow lab, energetic as hell in his youth and even in his old age. started having pain in his legs as he got older and eventually we had to put him down a year or so back.

he’s honestly part of the reason im not sure about getting pets in the future, i dont know if I want to go through that again.

50. are you good at getting over mistakes?

I guess? I mean I’m good at getting over that post-”I fucked up” anxiety for sure, that’s a skill I learned in college within like a year. After a bad test or something I just started forcing myself to say “fuck it it’s over can’t change anything now.”