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cdelphiki · 5 months ago

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Searching felt like it was taking forever.

Jason sat next to Dick as he and Bruce poured over surveillance footage, trying to create a trail from Jason’s apartment to wherever they had taken Damian.

It was hell. Jason kept checking his phone for a text from… he wasn’t even sure. Clark, maybe. Or Athanasia.

Although he wasn’t even sure if she had the other cell phone with her…

Lois, maybe. He shot off a text to her asking, “any news on Mara?” then looked back over at Dick, his leg bouncing.

“What if we don’t find him,” Jason asked, “What are we gonna do?”

“We’ll find him,” Dick said soothingly, “That’s not even an option, Jase.”

“But what if,” Jason pressed. What was going to happen to Damian?

The League was fucking hell. And, and. Damian would lose all trust in him… If. If he had any trust to begin with.

[[The entire rest of the chapter is below the cut, due to the AO3 maintenance starting tonight so folks can read it during the blackout.]]

Damian trusted him, right? He stayed in the apartment and did what Jason told him to do. And. He gave his stupid cat to Jason when Jason made him, so the girls could sleep without the cat jumping on them, even though he kept thinking Jason would hurt the cat, or whatever.

“Jason,” Dick said, “We will find him. If we don’t find him today, we’ll keep looking tomorrow, and the next day, and every day until we do. So don’t even consider won’t.”

“Ugh,” Jason sighed. He leaned forward in his seat and steepled his hands. “I promised him he’d never go back.” And now he was there.

He was fucking there.

“We can’t control everything that happens,” Bruce said, “The important thing—”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Jason snapped. He needed need Bruce’s stupid advice or whatever he thought he was doing.

What he needed was for them to find Damian.

“We will get him back, Jason,” Bruce said, even though Jason wasn’t talking to him, “Ra’s has never been able to hide from me for long. We’ll find him.”

Oh yeah, sure. Then how did Bruce explain Ra’s and Talia hiding two children from Bruce, hm?

Jason supposed that right there was proof Bruce didn’t fucking care about his own biological children.

“Dick,” Jason said pointedly, refusing to look over at Bruce, who was on the other side of Dick, “Want to spar?”

“Spar?” Dick asked skeptically, “What for?”

Stretching his legs out, Jason scowled and said, “I need to get used to these damned tights. Mr. Ra’s-has-never-hid-anything-from-me can deal with this for a little while. Come on, afraid I’ll beat you?”

“You, my little baby brother, beat me? Now you’re just dreaming,” Dick said with a giant grin. He got to his feet and motioned with his head toward the training mats.

All Jason did was smirk in return.

HIs phone buzzed with a text, so he looked down as they walked and read Lois’s reply.

‘She’s still in surgery, I have not heard anything further. No news is good news at this point.’

Nodding, Jason shot back, ‘Thanks. Do you know how Attie is dealing?’ then set his phone down on a table near the training mats. Hopefully Attie was doing fine. Or… at least not crying her eyeballs out and not letting the Kents comfort her.

However she was dealing, Jason couldn’t really do anything to help that.

“I’ll go easy on you,” Dick said, still grinning.

Sparring was, quite frankly, the best damn thing to do.

Jason… Jason hadn’t been doing any sort of training for a couple months at that point.

And while, yeah, he’d been doing physical labor, and he did some stretching and such, he hadn’t been training since they got to Metropolis.

Thankfully it hadn’t been too terribly long. What? Like…. Two months? Sixty days? Since they landed in the US? Because they definitely did enough physical exertion before while trekking across the entire damn world.

Plus he fought with the assassins a few weeks back. So.

It wasn't like he was weak, but his muscles did feel a little achey as he started really moving them.

Dick of course kept showing off all his acrobatic moves, but Jason wasn’t exactly clunky in his own movements.

Several minutes into them exchanging blows, but not really landing anything on each other, Dick pulled out his escrima sticks.

“No fair,” Jason panted, as he stepped back out of Dick’s range, “I don’t have any sticks.”

“Do you want some?” Dick asked, stopping abruptly and standing up straight.

Jason fall out of his own protective stance and contemplated it for a moment.

He would be going up against assassins, most likely. Who had, like, swords. And Jason’s sword got abandoned in Kabul, so he didn’t have that. So. It was probably a good idea? He had his guns, of course. And guns were great, until he was in close range…

Then he needed a way to deflect swords being swung at his neck. He could fill someone up full of lead, but if they managed to get one single swing on him, it was all over.

“Yeah, that would be good,” he finally said.

Dick took him into the weapons vault, as he always called it as a kid. In reality it was just an elaborate little nook in the cave with lots of neat things hung up on the wall.

“I had such a nice sword in the League,” Jason lamented, as he start picking up different sticks, feeling the weight in his hands.

Some of them were downright light, and it was a little unnerving. His sword had some heft to it, and Jason liked that.

“So were you, like, a member of the League of Assassins,” Dick asked slowly.

Jason rolled his eyes. He set the bo staff he’d been holding and picked up the next one as he said, “Not like you’re thinking. Talia was just getting me training.”

Sure, he did some missions and stuff…. But yeah. He wasn’t, like, one of the assassins.

Also it was none of Dick’s business.

“Ooh this one,” Jason said, before Dick had even figured out how to respond to him. Jason had picked up a collapsible bo staff that could be split in half to be escrima sticks. They weren’t too heavy, but they weren’t light as feathers, either. The only thing they were missing was tasers. Dick’s had tasers.

“Come show me your skills,” Dick said, and Jason could only grin in response.

They sparred for a good half hour, and honestly it was the best damn thing. Jason felt so loose when he finally knocked Dick off his feet.

Dick rolled onto his feet, but he did not stand back up. Instead, he stayed down and caught his breath.

“I learned from the League’s best,” Jason said, as he collapsed his staff and tried to find a good spot to store it on his body.

“Apparently,” Dick panted. He reached over to where one os his sticks had landed, then looked up when Jason held a hand down to help him to his feet. “I went easy on you, though.”

“No you didn’t, shut up,” Jason said. He walked back over to where his phone was and checked to see if Lois had replied.

“Everyone knows you have to let the little kid win,” Dick said. He clapped Jason on the back.

“Shut up,” Jason repeated. He opened Lois’s latest texts and read through them.

‘Martha said Attie isn’t speaking, but she’s doing fine. They’re making ice cream right now, and she seems to be enjoying it.’

‘Mara just got out of surgery. Doctor said everything went well, they fixed the bleeding and stitched her up. They’ll hold her at least overnight, possibly for a couple days depending on how she’s doing tomorrow.’

“Mara’s out of surgery,” Jason said, as he started shooting back his thanks to Lois. He asked her if they knew when Mara would wake up.

He’d like to be there for that… but Mara understood, if he wasn’t.

Probably.

“How is she doing?” Dick asked.

“They might discharge her in the morning, so good I guess.”

Bruce walked over into the training area, Jason could tell because he was allowing his boots to squeak against the floor.

Which was annoying, but at least he wasn’t sneaking up on him.

Jason wasn’t turning around to look at him, though.

‘If Mara wants I’ll talk to her on the phone when she wakes up, if I’m not able to get out there,’ Jason texted to Lois.

“Jason, Dick,” Bruce said, when neither of them gave him immediate attention.

Asshole.

“I found him.”

Jason whirled around and demanded, “Where is he?”

Bruce twitched, but he motioned with his head for them to follow him back out into the main cave.

And Jason eagerly followed.

Back at the computer, Jason stood behind Bruce as he sat and started pulling up all the research he had. Up on screen already was a flight tracker, with one flight highlighted that was just east of Greenland, presently. On another screen was a security footage video, paused. Jason couldn’t really tell what was going on with it, but it looked like it was footage from an airport.

“He’s on a plane?” Jason asked. If they got on their plane that moment, maybe Damian would only have to spend a couple hours with Ra’s, at most.

Or, maybe they could intercept him before he even got to Ra’s.

Because Jason doubted heavily that Ra’s came to the United States to get Damian himself.

“Yes, but not one of the ones we were tracking,” Bruce said, as he pulled up flight logs, “It’s a private plane charted by a shell company. It took tracking through seven layers, but it does lead back to Ra’s.”

Bruce hit play on the security footage, and Jason found himself leaning in. It wasn’t a long video, only about fifteen seconds, so Bruce had it on loop, and the quality was absolute shit. If it were a video on youtube, everyone would be asking if it was shot using a potato.

But Bruce thought it had something to do with Damian, so Jason tried to take in each of the men on the screen. One of the men adjusted something as he stepped onto the staircase up to the small plane, and in the third loop, Jason finally saw the brief flash of a face against his shoulder.

Almost like he was carrying a sleeping child…

“What the fuck did they give him,” Jason asked. Damian did not sleep deeply. Generally he’d stay asleep if Jason was very quiet, but more often than not Damian woke if Jason entered his room. And Jason was Jason. Someone he hoped Damian knew was safe to sleep around.

Random assassins he may or may not have ever met?

Nu uh, no way. He was drugged.

“I have a few guesses based on Athanasia’s report it was an injected drug that caused almost instant unconsciousness,” Bruce said, “a few of those last several hours with one injection.”

“Bastards,” Jason huffed, “If that kid was conscious, he’d be biting them all.”

“Biting?” Dick asked, from where he’d come to stand next to Jason, behind Bruce.

“Yeah. He bit me the first day I met him,” Jason said. And honestly, Jason was surprised that was the only bite he got from that feral little runt.

Dick grinned wide and asked, “Why?”

“I was trying to keep him from attacking fucking Deathstroke when Deathstroke was letting us go. We needed to run, not fight Deathstroke more.” And the fact a smart kid like Damian hadn’t even understood that on his own is a real testament to how fucking stressful that day was.

Or how brainwashed he was into believing you cannot lose a fight ever.

Bruce looked up at Jason and legit just stared at him for a solid several seconds.

“What?” Jason demanded.

But Bruce shook his head, and looked back at the screens. “There are twenty-six people on this plane, including the pilot, who is employed by Ra’s.”

“So twenty-five assassins and one drugged up baby assassin,” Jason concluded. They could take twenty-five assassins.

“It seems so,” Bruce said.

“Funny it took so many of them to kidnap one feral eight-year-old,” Jason said.

“I asked Clark to do a flyby of the plane, he’ll be doing that in a few minutes,” Bruce said.

Dick shifted his weight from one foot to another and asked, “Where’s the plane going? Do we know where they’re trying to take him?”

Nodding, Bruce said, “The itinerary they filed with the FAA says they’re going to a small airport in western China.”

“Tashkurgan?” Jason asked. That was the airport they always used. It was a tiny little airport that was big enough flights leaving there wasn’t suspicious, but small enough no one ever noticed them.

Plus, Jason was sure Ra’s slipped the officials lots of money. So.

“Yes,” Bruce said, “So it seems they’re taking him to Nanda Parbat.”

“That’s where Ra’s had been hiding the kids to begin with,” Jason said, “I would have thought Ra’s would try to hide him somewhere else, he must be pretty darn confident no one will ever escape from there again.” Jason would have found a different place, for sure.

But then again, maybe the League didn’t have another base so well hidden and guarded.

“They’ll likely take a helicopter directly to Nanda Parbat from the airport,” Bruce said, “That might be a good time to intercept them.”

The computer lit up with a phone call from Clark, so Bruce quickly hit accept.

“Talk to me,” Bruce said. Which was just. So Bruce.

What an asshole.

“I can’t get near this plane,” Clark said, “There’s so much Kryptonite on it I can feel it a hundred feet away. I put one of your trackers on the plane, though. I don’t think anyone saw me.”

“Is Damian on the plane?” Jason asked, “Could you see him?”

“He is, yes,” Clark said, “He’s asleep, but they have him strapped into a seat between a couple assassins. He appears unharmed, and his heart rate and breathing seems normal.”

“I see the tracker,” Bruce said, “they would have disabled it if they noticed you.”

“Good,” Clark said, “I don’t think there’s much more I can do from here. I don’t want to down the plane and risk hurting Damian.”

“Of course not,” Bruce said, “We can handle it from here.”

“Thanks, Clark,” Dick said cheerfully.

“Keep me appraised. The Justice League is standing by. Just because I can’t get close doesn’t mean Green Lantern or Flash can’t be helpful.”

“Will do,” Dick said, before Bruce could probably say no.

Once Clark cut the line, Bruce turned to Dick and said, “We are not asking Green Lantern to help.”

“We might,” Jason said. He started tapping his toe and motioned back up to the screen when Bruce looked his way, and said, “So what’s the plan? What are we doing?” He wanted to get Damian and get him now.

“I think our best course of action is to follow the plane,” Bruce said, “The Batwing is faster than the jet Ra’s chartered, so Damian won’t need to spend long there by himself.”

“Good. Ra’s is a bastard, I don’t want Damian there for a second longer than necessary.”

“I don’t want him there, either,” Bruce said, “Children don’t belong in the League.”

Jason huffed, but chose not to say something.

He wasn’t going to start fighting with Bruce over him leaving his fucking kids there. They needed to get the plane prepared to go.

“Give me a task,” Jason said, “I want to get Damian back today.”

“It will probably be tomorrow when we actually get him,” Bruce said, “even at top speeds, it will still take about eleven hours. Damian’s plane won’t even arrive for another nine or ten from now.”

“Ugh,” Jason whined. He knew that, of course. He knew it would take them a while.

Unless Clark could, like, fly their plane closer? Fly them closer? Then they could be there in an instant, but Damian’s plane still wouldn’t be there. So.

He wouldn’t be seeing Mara that day, then. Or Attie.

Hopefully they understood. He could still call with them, possibly. Especially if they get stuck on a damn plane for eleven hours.

How the fuck was he going to sit on the stupid plane with Bruce for eleven hours?

“Ugh,” he whined louder, “Still give me a task. He can’t stay there a second longer than necessary.”

“Fuel the plane up,” Bruce said, “You remember how to calculate how much fuel?”

“Yeah,” Jason said, “That’s easy.” And it would be good to be working.

He couldn’t get annoyed at Bruce if he was occupied. Probably.

“I told you we’d find Damian,” Dick said a few minutes later, after Jason had worked through the math and jotted it down on a sticky note. Bruce had fucked off to wherever he’d gone to prepare.

Which was great to Jason.

“We don’t have him back yet, Dick,” Jason said.

Dick clapped him on the back and said, “You’ll see. By this time tomorrow, we’ll be landing in Gotham with your little ankle biter.”

“It was my arm he bit,” Jason said, “he was trying to free himself.”

“He is the cutest kid,” Dick said almost fondly.

“You’ve got a weird definition of cute,” Jason grumbled, “Tell him you think he’s cute. I dare you.”

“I will. I’ll tell him tomorrow morning when we see him.”

Despite himself, Jason grinned at that thought.

He was looking forward to seeing Damian throw a knife at Dick.

At least now they had a timeframe.

#jason todd #jason and the three terrors

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caye-otome-translations · 2 months ago

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Note About the Shut Down of MidCin and 100DP

Okay. So I recorded what I can. Here’s the thing.

I recorded all the events I had (keep in mind that this is only the events I managed to get while I played, and not all the events in game, BUT I did have a lot).

I recorded half of Byron’s Dreaming Princess end. I got stuck at a check point and didn’t have time to pass it.

I recorded most of Byron’s Princess in Love end. Unfortunately, when I was recording things all in one go for the sake of time, my recording got messed up and lost Chapter 13, Part 1, 2, and half of 3. And when I was in the middle of recording Byron’s secret end for Princess in Love, the game shut down. So, if 100DP ever gets archived on the Ikemen Fan Club website like their other shut down games, I’ll be translating what I missed from there. Unfortunately though I won’t be able to provide any screenshots of those parts since the website is text only.

I got three Byron premiums (the ones I’ve already translated), and two garden side stories. Didn’t have time to spend my last gacha points. I hear the website also archives those though, so I’ll be translating those when it gets archived as well (hopefully).

I didn’t get Byron’s Another Story, which takes place a year later after the main story, but I know someone who does, so I’ll translate it and put it on here as well. I’ll also be translating Giles, Louis, Albert, Nico, Leo, and Sid when I get the chance. I only have one ending for Alyn, and I’m missing Noah, and I only got part of Cain and Claude, but again, I’ll get whatever I am missing when the website (hopefully) posts everything.

They also archive events so I’ll be sure to translate any events they archive.

I also know someone who got Rayvis’ EA on JP and stuff so I’ll be translating all of that too…

As for me, for MidCin… I got nothing except Byron’s Honey and Royal end and three of his events on EN.

This might take me a while lol. Don’t expect me to translate everything right away. After all that recording hustle I wanna take a break from 100DP. And it’s a lot I gotta go through.

If you have anything to contribute, such as any of the things that I mentioned I am missing, that would be much appreciated! Let me know!

So what next? I guess I’ll translate Cybird’s other games, maybe some Love365 stuff. I’m gonna be making a discord that has everything I’ve ever archived as well, since I’m playing a lot of other otomes right now. The plan is to keep improving my Japanese and read all the stuff I want to read lol.

#100 days princess #midnight cinderella #translation #otome #archive #recordings #screenshots

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improvised-finish · 3 months ago

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FFXIV Write 2024 - Prompt #3 - Tempest

Content Warnings: None

Spoiler Warnings: Covers some events during Patch 5.0 of MSQ, following the events at Mt. Gulg.

Summary: Lehon'a Nhavareh awakens after Emet-Selch threw a large, Crystal Exarch-sized wrench into their plans on Mt. Gulg, and as it turns out, she has a lot of feelings about it.

Check it out below, or on Ao3:

What was it that Emet-Selch had said? Lehon’a thought to herself as she strode through the door to her room in a haze. Ardbert had urged her to get some fresh air, to try and clear her thoughts before anything else. To seek him out in the dark depths of… the Tempest, I think he called it.

She put the thought to the back of her mind as she caught the eye of the manager of suites, who seemed surprised to see her upright, given the condition she’d been in only a few days previous.

“Lehon’a, is that you? Apologies for the surprise, I just… given the condition you and Ar’beunti were in when you were carried in here, I didn’t want to get my hopes up. It’s quite a relief to see you up and about!”

“Any sign of the rest of my companions?”

“I’m afraid I haven’t seen them myself, nor has Ar’beunti emerged from her room, but there have been quite a few people from the Crystarium who’ve come by asking about you two. If you’re feeling up to it, it might put them at ease to hear from you, and they may know where your friends have gone.”

“Thanks, I–” Lehon’a’s reply was interrupted by a cough. “I’ll give that a try.” She made a mental note to check in on Ar’beunti after she’d finished checking in with the Crystarium regulars.

—

Lehon’a zigzagged back and forth across nearly the whole city, seeing a small spark of hope returning to each person’s eyes as they realized she was still alive and intended to keep fighting. That spark quickly turned into confusion each time she asked where the Tempest was and whether it was possible for anyone to live there, to the point where she was starting to wonder whether Emet-Selch was lying about the whole thing just to mess with them.

“Can’t say I’d know how someone might be living in the Tempest, given that it’s the sea that surrounds Norvrandt, but there’s been no end of odd happenings since the Flood, so it might be that someone’s found a way to camp out down there.” Katliss replied, the latest person Lehon’a had bumped into on her walk around the Crystarium. “Though takin’ a look at you, it looks like you could do with some more rest. Either that or maybe sitting atop the watchtower by the amaro rookery would help. The Exarch used to like to go up there and feel the wind on his face, or at least that’s what he would tell us.”

A pang of melancholy hit Lehon’a as she thought about what had happened to the Exarch. “Thanks, Katliss, I think I might just do that.” They exchanged polite waves before Lehon’a turned and began meandering back towards the stairs in the Rotunda.

As she crossed the grounds of the rookery herself, Lehon’a tried to make some sense of her feelings. There was a simmering rage directed at Emet-Selch first and foremost, but there was a mess of emotions to do with the Exarch– with G’raha– as well. Some small sense of betrayal of her trust, relief that he’d survived through his ridiculous deception, and worry for his health in the wake of a nearly-point-blank gunshot wound went through her mind as she climbed the tower, but there was something else, something she couldn’t quite put a finger on, until–

She set foot on the top platform and looked out over the whole of Lakeland, the purple leaves on the trees flickering in the eternal daylight. It was a view that she was sure he’d seen many times, and she understood why it was that he liked to come here, in spite of the radiant reminder of impending demise. As she took in the vista, as she sat herself down on the edge of the tower, she realized what it was.

She wished he was here, by her side.

She loved him, after all, and now she knew it.

#ffxiv #lehon'a nhavareh #my wol #warrior of light #my writing #ar'beunti nuva #shadowbringers spoilers #ffxivwrite2024 #emet selch #g'raha tia #katliss

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silversapphire5691 · 6 months ago

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welcome beaaaaack to another episode of silver’s merch mysteries: the two part season finale (just kidding, but this post will be in 2 parts)

today we have a very interesting case: the hoops and yoyo top secret journal.

so if you follow my blog, you’ll know i’ve been a fan of the greeting card characters hoops and yoyo since before i could read and write. im always on the hunt for interesting things about them or lost media i can archive/help in finding.

well the other day, ebay notifies me that my saved “hoops and yoyo” search has a new listing. i click it, expecting it to not be much, but it turns out to be a listing for a diy journal kind of book.

these kinds of books were all the rage in the late 2000s, i knew a lot of people who had the diary of a wimpy kid one and i had a junie b. jones diary too (shout out to junie b. jones fans). but i had never seen a hoops and yoyo book like this.

i save the listing and i do some research to see if this has been mentioned or archived anywhere. i try searching the title. nothing. i try searching the isbn number. nothing (although it is pretty blurry, i could have typed it wrong). there are absolutely no images or listings for this book that i can find. i even check worthpoint to see if maybe someone else sold it at some point. absolutely nothing.

by this point i knew i had found something interesting so i immediately buy the book. at the time of me writing this i have not received it, but i will post pictures and updates once i do. i think i have found some real lost media here!

some things i think are interesting: the back of the book says “this edition is only available for distribution through the school market.”

you’ll also notice that the book was published by scholastic. so that led me to a theory…

was this book only sold through the scholastic book fair?

i mean, that would explain the rarity. hoops and yoyo weren’t exactly the most popular characters even in their heyday, so i can’t imagine many kids bought this book anyway.

while im waiting for my order to arrive, i’ve been trying to find old catalogs from book fairs of old, but i haven’t found much. i’ll keep looking and see if i can find any other mention of this book anywhere online.

i wanted to hold off on making this post until i actually got the book but i got impatient. once i get the book i’ll post a follow up and any other findings i stumbled across while i was waiting!

see yall soon!

#silver's merch mysteries #hoops and yoyo #lost media

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notoverjoyed · 3 months ago

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Chapter 4 of my invisobang. The penultimate! (2 more chapters to go but the last is an epilogue) No warnings for this chapter but be aware for the next. As before, text below the cut for the tumblr crowd. I'll edit the post to include my partners' art later.

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Here's a scene from chapter 4! by the fantastic @chaseacer-ghostedition!

Chapter 4: Isolation

The Red Huntress glides among the roofs of Amity Park’s tiny downtown, only half paying attention to the her suit’s ghost tracker. Not that there’s much to see; the city is quieter than normal today. Just as well, as Valerie can’t quit shake the goosebumps that have colonized her skin ever since she left Master’s mansion and she’s in no mood to fight right now. She’s just been coasting along for hours just because she can. Even though she can’t feel it through her suit, she’s happy to be in the open air rather than those strangely claustrophobic halls.

Her wandering is disrupted by a sharp beep from her suit. She checks the ghost tracker, then eyes the sky in the direction the tracker indicates the blip came from. She snorts when she sees the ghost. Figures that the only other hunter out tonight would be the ghost boy himself. A moment later it occurs to her that he might be useful. She points herself toward the distant black and white blur moving out toward the small industrial park just north of town.

“Hey Phantom, hold up!” she calls out as soon as she’s within the ghost’s earshot.

Phantom stop and turns toward her, then leans back in the air as if there was an invisible couch supporting him. A lazy smile washes over his face. “Hey Red, What’s up?” She gets right to the point.

“Something’s up with Masters.”

Phantom straightens and turns to face her fully, his eyes focusing and grin vanishing.

“Is he planning something?” he asked.

“Maybe? He’s acting weird.”

Phantom raises an eyebrow. “Weirder than normal?” he asks incredulously.

“Like kinda more fucked up and sick looking than normal? I guess?” the Red Huntress replies. Her voice through the suit is neutral, but her shoulders bunch up in discomfort.

“Sick, huh.” Phantom loses some of his tension, but his brow furrows in confusion

“Can you like, check on him or something?”

“Sure, but why do you care?”

“Ugh I don’t really, I hate that guy.” She pauses, searching for a reason to give him. “But… god I don’t know, he freaked me out.”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Phantom says. “Or you know, normal for him,” he huffs out in amusement.

She doesn’t share his humor, and says insistently, “He was giving off way not-normal for him vibes though! The whole place was freaky. Quiet and musty or something.”

“So he fired his maid and forgot to pay the light bill.” Phantom says dismissively.

“It’s stupid, but what if he has some weird ghost virus that’ll infect the whole town. Like some crazy potent flu jumping from pigs to farmers to everyone else” Even as she speaks, she feels silly. Next she’ll be claiming he’s the first victim of a zombie plague.

“Someone was paying attention to that ecology unit last quarter,” he jokes.

“Someone who got a passing grade, unlike a certain spook,” she retorts.

“Ouch, but fair.”

“Damn right. Anyway, will you check up on him?”

Phantom’s eyes soften. “I’ll see what’s up Red, no worries.” Valerie’s shoulders lose some of their tension.

“Thanks Danny.”

He raises his eyebrows in faux offense. “That’s Phantom to you Ms. Gray.”

“Shut up before I shoot you,” she says, fingers twitching deliberately to the blaster strapped to her hip, but the ghost boy is already flying away

Danny cackles as he twists and turns in the air. “Love you too, Red!”

Behind the mask of her helmet, Valerie rolls her eyes. He quickly disappears from her sight, and the night grows quiet once again.

“Annoying.” she mutters with a smirk, knowing he can hear her even at that distance. The smile doesn’t last however, as she prepares herself to get back to her own patrol. She finds herself with renewed focus, and no teenage boy, ghost or no, can distract her from her mission.

Her hover board starts up with a quiet whir that builds then fades as the Red Huntress rides away.

***

“Hey, uh, Vlad? You in here?” Danny calls out. He feels strange just walking in like this, but he promised Valerie he’d check it out. If she was that worried about the fruitloop, then he was probably actually dying. No that he would cry at the man’s funeral, but he’d appreciate a warning for the epic mope-fest of mourning his Dad would have.

Okay, fine, so he might feel bad if Vlad died and he didn’t do anything to stop it. Damn hero complex.

There’s no answer to his call, so Danny wanders around looking for him. There’s no sign of the man anywhere, but none of his home’s defenses were armed like they would if Vlad was away. That alone is enough to confuse Danny, but he’s suddenly struck by the feeling that something’s wrong with the place. It’s not just quite, but a smothered silence. It’s almost like the walls are too close, and too thick. Danny finds himself increasingly on edge.

It takes a while for him to notice that the uneasiness seems to be centered in his core, in the part where he feels his ghost form comes from. Something about this place is making his ghost form twitchy, almost fearful.

Upon realizing that his ghost was somehow afraid of this place, the fear begins to spread to the human self, and he quickly decides that this is something he really doesn’t want to tackle by himself.

“Nope, nope, nopity nope." Absolutely not,” he mutters under his breath as he transforms into Phantom and flies straight out of the manor. The eerie feeling doesn’t leave him until he’s fully left the mansion’s grounds. He will come back later, but only with help.

***

Dani approaches Vlad’s manor with something almost approaching worry. Val had said that he looked sick when she last saw him. Danny couldn’t even find him, but confessed to being strangely creeped out at his empty mansion. Knowing how much Val hates the man and how hard it’s become to really disturb Danny, it’s logical that Dani should be at least curious. She would never forgive him for how he manipulated her. But if he was dying, she wanted to know.

Even just approaching the mansion has her feeling that sense of unease in her ghostly core, just like Danny described. Having been warned, she’s able to stand it, but only just.

Just like Val and Danny had described, the manor is dark, and smells dusty. It’s also completely empty; a sickly Vlad nowhere to be seen. Of course, Dani knows one other place where he could be. She was born there after all.

She phases down into the lab to find a few lights on, though still dimmer than usual. It takes a moment to see the hunched form of Vlad, his back illuminated by the green light coming from an open cabinet behind him. She can hear his ragged breathing and see his lank hair going down his back, but his face is turned away from her. Her worry spikes.

"Daddy?" she says in a tremulous voice.

Vlad jerks, like he hadn’t sensed her presence. He turns, and it’s then that she can see the gauntness of his face.

“Danielle,” he says with a wavering smile. The look on his face is nothing like his normal self-confident smirk, and Dani doesn’t even object to being full named like that.

His eyes flick away from her quickly, and wander around the room before landing on her again.

“Are you.. are you okay?” Dani asks.

“Fine as ever dear girl…” Vlad starts to say, but trails off at seeing the concern on Dani’s face. He clears his throat. “Just feeling a bit under the weather,” he says.

He looks away from her again, and she can see his eyes rest briefly on the cloning tubes on the far wall of the lab, only to flinch down to the floor, then rise up to meet hers once more.

She can never be sure of what’s going through the man’s head after how he messed with hers, but she’s gotten much less naive since she left him.

“When did you…” she starts to ask about the clones, as she’d thought she and Danny had freed all the that remained, but she trails off. It makes sense that he’d be surprised to see her, as their last meeting wasn’t pleasant for him. But he seems almost disturbed to see her in his lab. He’s definitely disturbed to even see the cloning tubes, though he certainly can't be surprised by them. What’s freaking him out? Is it her, or the clones? And what does that have to do with how sick he looks?”

“Danielle,” Vlad rasps, and Dani realizes she’s been quiet too long.

“Can I do anything to help?” She blurts out, suddenly desperate to fix what’s wrong with him.

Vlad stares at her for a long moment. He’s transfixed, his eyes dilating and nostrils flaring. Then, his expression shifts. Is that … panic? Whatever emotion he’s feeling, it seems to seize him abruptly as he staggers to his feet.

"Leave!" Vlad shouts hoarsely.

“What?” Dani says, taken aback.

“You can leave!” Vlad says. He takes an unsteady step toward her, then flinches back as Dani steps forward to meet him.

“But-” she starts.

“Please leave.” he interjects, almost whining now. “Please.”

Dani’s eyes hurt from concern, but the look on Vlad’s face keep her from pressing. She steps back carefully.

“Alright,” She says with carefully composed calm. Her feet leave the floor as she starts floating. Slowly, and keeping her eyes on his face, she rises toward the ceiling of the lab.

“Bye Daddy,” she says as she fades from sight. Then the lab is quite save for Vlad’s ragged breaths.

He stares at the spot where she disappeared, then stumbles back to his chair and slumps back into the seat, appearing much like he had before Dani’s visit. He doesn’t move. A few minutes later, the motion sensitive lights in Vlad’s lab click off.

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theromanticscrooge · 4 months ago

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A Few of my Favorite Scenes from Fics I've Written

This is pretty much more shameless advertising for fics I've written over the past month or so. Each of these will include the link, rating, and whether or not its finished if you're interested in checking out more.

The World Beyond the Mouse Hole

Rating: Teen +

Completed

Synopsis: A short prequel one-shot about how Fink met Professor Venomous and her first childhood friend Eurydice.

Once he was back in his own apartment, Venomous dug a box of his neighbor’s bonbons out of a nearby drawer with a small smirk. Maybe he’d pay her back after he had a few bigger scores and actually moved out of this cheap, crappy apartment complex. He hit the creamy center of the chocolate and made a satisfied noise.

No, compared to the laundry list of other bigger scale crimes he did on the regular, sniping someone’s pricey candy was low on said list.

“Gimme one,” a squeaky voice demanded. She pushed his leg aside and reached up with deft little fingers to take one of the chocolates.

“Hey…” Venomous started to protest, but halfheartedly.

“Actually, I’ll take all of these.” She took the full box with a sassy swipe of her tail.

“What happened to being subtle, kid?” Venomous crossed his living room to his lumpy thrifted couch with a checkerboard pattern.

“I’m tired of hiding!” she complained, climbing up next to him. “I live here too. Why do I have to hide?”

“Have you heard what they’ve said about you…?” Venomous asked with a slight frown.

“Rita likes me.” The kid said with a cheeky grin. “We even have this fun game we play!”

Venomous fixed her with a skeptic glare as he crossed his legs.

“I finally have a place I like!” she cried, spreading her arms. “I just got everything set up the way I want it…”

“We were moving in a month anyway.” Venomous tapped his leg. “Things would have gone way more smoothly if you stayed in the apartment instead of making a tunnel system through the whole building.”

“That bed sucks. So does the couch.” She stuck her tongue out. “I want my own room and my own space. Not something you let me borrow.”

“You’re getting your own room. We just need to hold out a little longer.” Venomous settled back into the cushions with a huff. “What do I need to do to get you to stay put next time?”

She looked at him like he had a third head as she stuffed a huge handful of chocolate in her mouth. Glaring, Venomous plucked one of the remaining chocolates.

“There’s parks near one of the motels I’m looking at.” Venomous started chewing. “Some mascot pizza place. Toy store. Lots of stuff a kid like you should enjoy. And keep you preoccupied while Boss gets work done.”

“I don’t have any money…”

“That didn’t stop you before.”

“I was taking stuff people wouldn’t miss.” She huffed. “I take one thing that looks kinda cool or pretty. I can’t have one nice thing?”

“There’s plenty of cool, pretty stuff at these places.” Venomous took another chocolate. “You can have everything you want. We just need to get you out of here.”

“But I like it here.”

“We can’t stay here.” He sighed heavily. “Birdbrain was threatening to raid your nest and bring in a professional exterminator. And you pushed Rita’s buttons a bit too hard. There’s a finesse to that kind of thing. Spread out the pranks more and you could’ve milked that longer.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you’d let me come with you to work.” She gave him a pout. “I’m bored!”

“I have books-”

“Without pictures.”

“You have a little something called...imagination.”

“There’s a lot of big words I don’t get!” She complained further. “Yes, I looked them up in the dictionary. And those are the books that aren’t boring science stuff.”

“Hey, science is cool. That’s how I make a lot of my money…”

“It’s fun when you talk about it.” She frowned again. “I have more fun when you’re here.”

“Someone needs to keep a roof over our heads.” He pointed at the ceiling.

“I made my own roof.” She smiled sadly. “I can make a house.”

“What about the other stuff?” Venomous raised his brows.

“I’m. Bored.” She leaned forward. “You’re supposed to be my boss, right? Give me something to do…”

Venomous folded his arms and hummed. The longer he mulled things over, the higher the effectiveness when the kid looked at him with the most pathetic expression on her face. Finally, he slumped his shoulders and raised his hands.

“Okay…” He ran a hand through his hair. “Get all of the necessary stuff you want out of your nest. We’re moving tomorrow. That’s your first assignment.”

She started to pout but Venomous raised a finger in a “hold on” gesture.

“We get moved out. Then I’ll take you with me on an upcoming work trip.” He smiled slightly. “Think you can navigate vents?”

She gasped and started pumping her fists. “I’ve always wanted to do that!”

“It’s settled!” He nodded and slapped his legs. “I need to get Birdbrain off the scent. Leave Rita alone.”

“….I can’t say goodbye?” She frowned. “Rita’s the only one here I kinda like besides you, Boss.”

“Trust me. It’d be a better idea to leave her alone.” Venomous huffed. “Sometimes, it’s better to just leave. No matter how much you liked the person.”

“I already had to do that. Before I moved here.” She looked bitter. “I’m gonna find Eurydice again someday. I want to let her know I’m okay…”

“That’s your prerogative,” Venomous said while looking at the nearby wall.

She stared at him for a long moment, waiting for him to follow up or expand on his cryptic comment. It felt like there was something he wanted to say. Something important he was holding back and keeping to himself.

“...Have I told you about Eurydice?”

“No.” Venomous finally looked back at her. “This is the first time I’ve heard that name.”

Not Quite an Elevator Pitch

Part of Chapter 4: The Man, The Myth, The Legend....Or "Just a Guy" Named Mr. Gar

Rating: Teen+

Completed

Synopsis: Professor Venomous is back in Lakewood Plaza Turbo and ready to get back to more 'mundane' villainy. It should have been as easy as return to Earth, move back into Boxmore, and start scheming again. Instead, he's still trying to figure out what he wants to do next as well as trying to find himself. Then he gets stuck in an elevator with the last person he expected but it's the reality check he absolutely needed.

PV jammed a hand in one of his pants pockets and whistled tunelessly as he punched the glowing ‘up’ button and waited. He was on autopilot when he strolled into the next available elevator. Then the doors slid closed and that’s when PV noticed the dark sunglasses, pink tie, and cop mustache in the mirror on the back wall.

His breath hitched slightly as he slowly turned his head. Yes, that was Mr. Gar standing next to him. The slightly taller man had his arms folded, stood with a rigid posture, appeared stoic and intimidating. Considering this was Boxman’s direct rival, among other ties to significant persons in PV’s life, he should have interacted with or seen more of Mr. Gar than he had. Yet, he only saw Mr. Gar from a distance entering the Bodega in the early morning, trading a few cornball flirts and banter with Carol during her lunchbreak, teaching K.O. how to safely shoot energy blasts on the Plaza roof. All of the direct fights had been with K.O. or his friends.

Did Mr. Gar even know that he’d entered….?

The slight view of Mr. Gar’s eyeballs behind the glasses lenses shifted slightly. Then his huge shoulders rose and fell. Venomous felt like he was caught in the crosshair of a sniper rifle.

He was blushing with intense embarrassment. He unhelpfully remembered the meek, nervous, and painfully geeky El Bow. Laserblast loved to wind up and fluster his squeamish teammate. “Silver and I have a date at the Starlight Theater tonight. I heard you’re a horror buff. Any good recommendations for what would scare someone to cuddles?” “You’ll catch flies if your mouth stays open like that. Want one of my suckers? It’s a pretty good way to train your tongue for...certain recreational activities.” “We should hang out sometime, El Bow! My girlfriend really talked you up.”

PV blew out a long breath as his shoulders slumped and he tried, desperately, to look anywhere but at Mr. Gar.

“Hey…” Mr. Gar said with as much awkwardness as PV felt. “Going up?”

“Yes,” PV said.

“Me too. Forgot there was...somewhere else I wanted to go…”

The elevator started moving. Now it was too late to punch the button and bail.

Thankfully, Mr. Gar let the conversation taper off and went quiet. It’d be just one more minute stuck in here. This was bearable. PV just had to stay in his former teammate and love rival’s presence until the elevator-

The elevator squawked.

No.

The elevator creaked and came to a sudden halt.

No.

A few seconds passed. Everything was quiet, the atmosphere felt heavy, and PV’s heart started hammering. He prayed to any divine entity, corn related or not, that the elevator would start moving again.

Instead the emergency light clicked on. A bored, automated voice announced: “A technician will come help you shortly.”

PV cursed. Loudly. A dry lump formed in his throat as he turned and looked at Mr. Gar again. The other man’s cool demeanor dropped. His brows were furrowed, he frowned, and he was nervously rubbing the back of his neck while simultaneously tugging at his tie. Both of those gestures were a common thing for El Bow but it was weird seeing Mr. Gar do this.

“Good thing I’m not on a time crunch…” Mr. Gar said with a shrug.

PV shrugged back in response. Any words or other sounds were stuck in his throat next to the lump of indeterminate origin.

After that, Mr. Gar leaned against the elevator wall and looked around at anything and everything that wasn’t his current unwanted company. For a moment, PV looked at him, then at the fancy light attached to the ceiling, then the buttons immediately next to the door. Nervous energy rattled from PV’s head to the toes of his boots.

He muttered another string of curses and walked up to the buttons display. He started tracing the outline of the metal and desperately rummaging through memories of all the times Fink talked his ear off about her lock picking pet projects and what tool was a good fit for what. But he was too flustered to pull anything useful from those thoughts. All he could tangibly keep in mind was that she was cute and he was happy she had a new interest she was so passionate about.

“I don’t think it’ll take the tech too long to get here,” Mr. Gar piped up.

Next PV started trying to remember if Boxman ever built something related to elevators, levers, pulleys. Or more specifically, if Boxman had injected a detailed description of an evil elevator into their pillow talk or late night conversations period. He ranted about planned obsolescence a surprising amount during their intimate moments together.

“If you can, take a big, deep breath,” Mr. Gar said.

“I’m not claustrophobic!” PV barked as he turned around.

“That’s good.” Mr. Gar took a deep breath himself. “I just wanted to make sure you’re...okay…..”

“No.” PV let out a sharp breath and looked down at the floor.

“If I punch a hole through the wall in just the right spot, we could jump out and get back to the mall that way,” Mr. Gar said with a short laugh. “I’d rather not do pointless property damage if I can help it though.”

“The mall would definitely be down an elevator if you did.” PV snorted. “Cosma owns this property. She’d probably just send us a bill, never repair it, and leave up a permanent ‘Out of Order’ sign.”

“I’ve noticed some of the...shabby repair work here,” Mr. Gar said. “I don’t come here unless I absolutely have to.”

“So it wouldn’t be that big a deal if we broke one more thing��.” PV looked at Mr. Gar, then at the wall, and back again.

“What about customers that need the elevator for mobility reasons?” Mr. Gar fixed an incredulous look at PV. “There’s plenty of people that need these elevators, Cosma being irresponsible or not.”

“Ugh….” PV grunted. “Any smart person should avoid Cosma’s stores.”

Mr. Gar raised his brows. “I’m here. You’re here. And as I said, I try to avoid this mall. I’m here for something very specific that, unfortunately, I can’t find anywhere else. I can’t find it online either.”

“What are you looking for?” PV planted his fists on his hips. “I’m pretty good at finding niche and obscure things in town. Or figuring out where to find them if there isn’t a supplier in immediate Lakewood.”

“Well….” Mr. Gar started stroking his chin. “There’s an artisan here that sells these little sculptures of heroes and villains. Carol sent me a picture of a particular one with K.O., Rad, and Enid. I’m a really big proponent of supporting artists and small businesses. And I really want to surprise my so-treasured employee with that one. I don’t think this artisan has a shop front anywhere else.”

“Both Carol and K.O. strike me as sentimental types.” PV shifted weight from one leg to the other. “I think K.O. would be pretty thrilled with something you made yourself.”

“I’m terrible at crafts…” Mr. Gar muttered.

“It’d be a gift from his father,” PV sighed. “It could be a styrofoam cup with pipe cleaner arms and legs and a badly drawn face. He’d love it! I bet you’d cry your eyes out if K.O. made something like that for you.”

“Father? I’m his boss-”

“Right…” PV rolled his eyes. “I’ve seen him trying to mimic your moves. He has a pair of sunglasses just like yours. He wore your pink tie on Father’s Day.”

The sound of a boiling kettle started up.

“I just wanted to know if this artisan had another shop front!” Mr. Gar raised his hands. “This has nothing to do with what we’re talking about.”

“What’s the artisan’s name?” PV folded his arms.

“Terrance?” Mr. Gar tapped his chin in thought. “Quarterly? Maybe Sugar?”

“You just gave me three very different names.” PV huffed. “There’s a Quarterly and Funnco here. Funnco has figures, but they’re usually secondhand or mass produced. Quarterly makes a lot of custom figures but it’s a wide variety of things. Not just local heroes and villains.”

“It’s probably Quarterly!” Mr. Gar snapped his fingers.

“Quarterly only sells here,” PV said. “He’s in the process of setting up a website...”

“...thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

PV whistled and then dug his phone out of his pocket. After a few seconds of aimlessly swiping around on the screen, he regretted not taking Fink’s suggestion to emulate a few retro games on here or something. No new messages from anybody either. His inbox was probably full of lame attempts from Billiam to recruit him back to the Board and other clients wanting chemicals, viruses, whatever. Nothing he was itching to give immediate attention.

“How did you know about K.O. wearing my tie on Father’s Day?”

“Hmm…?”

“I haven’t seen you around the Plaza, Professor. How did you know?”

“Boxman has at least one of the bots go undercover and patrol the shops at least once a day,” PV chuckled. “I don’t think your employees care unless they make a dramatic entrance in the box, right? Well, all of the bots have a pretty big soft spot for family bonding. Shannon told us about the tie and could barely keep herself together over how cute she thought it was.”

Hot Coffee: A Joe Cuppa Love Story!

Part of Chapter 1: You Latte Me Crazy

Rating: General Audiences

In-Progress

Synopsis: It's up to Joe Cuppa, the movie star, renowned comedian, and now RnB singer, to write and perform the perfect mood-setting love song for Mr. Gar and Carol! Mr. Gar is finally popping the question. Along the way, Joe meets the gorgeous Cupid and volunteers to help Cupid's fight to stop his rival the Romance Scrooge from destroying Valentine's Day.

Rad’s antennae shook excitedly and he turned to Joe with a face-splitting grin. “I think this would be the perfect place to start the tour for your upcoming RnB album!”

“I agree.” Joe nodded. “I really like the little atmospheric touches. That’s exactly what I need for my slow ballads to hit with couples on date night.”

“Speaking of date nights…” Rad cleared his throat and started fiddling with his fingers. “Does the particular day and time I suggested work for a surprise appearance?”

“I see. Wanting to impress a special someone?” Joe wiggled his brows.

“No. No-not for me.” Rad raised his hands and flushed, embarrassed. “I’ll definitely keep in touch when I’m ready for that step. This is for my boss, Mr. Gar. He’s been hinting at popping the question to his girlfriend Carol for awhile now and I’m hoping this will finally give him that extra little push!”

“This isn’t an out of the blue proposal, is it?” Joe asked in a warning tone, resting his hands on his hips. “I’ve seen one too many of those go wrong at my previous shows. I want nothing to do with putting some unsuspecting dame on the spot!”

“No. They’ve talked about it.” Rad ran a hand through his curls. “She’s ready! They both have engagement rings picked out for each other. She said she wants to keep the ball in Mr. Gar’s court because it’d be a big ego boost if he gets to be the one to propose.”

“Ohhh…” Joe wagged a finger. “Now, that’s a pleasant surprise. I can get behind that!”

“Excellent!” Rad clapped.

“I’ll even write a song just for them.” Joe casually rested his fingers in his pants pockets and leaned back. “I already have a name picked out. It’ll be called… “You Latte Me Crazy.”

Rad chuckled appreciatively. “Carol loves a good pun! Perfect.”

“I’ll get started right away.” Joe pumped his fists. “Know anywhere with a tuned piano?”

“...my dad has a piano.”

“I’m not invading your personal space like that, kid.” Joe folded his arms.

“Hmm….I’m not sure.” Rad started rummaging in his pants pocket. “My riva-boyfriend might know. I’ll see if I can pick his brain real quick.”

“Invite him to my show!” Joe winked.

“A-ah….” Rad had already punched in the number and he looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Invite him!” Joe cheered. “I’ll give you free tickets. Heck, I’m feeling generous. I’ll nab some tickets for your other little friend and her girl too!”

“She’s not….” Rad bit his lip and let the thought linger. “Yeah. Thanks Joe!”

Before Joe could good-naturedly rib the young man any further, Rad’s boyfriend answered.

“Hey Raymond.” Rad tugged at his shirt collar. “Are you free next Friday…?”

There was a loud squeal on the other end of the line. The tips of Rad’s ears fluttered slightly and Joe lightly touched the mug handle on the side of his head to check for chips.

“Yeah.” Rad’s face was a cherry tomato as he nodded and his irises flitted about. “It’s for a Joe Cuppa RnB show at the Starlight Ballroom.” He nodded as a stream of excited chatter spilled from the other line. “Yeah, we can coordinate outfits. I don’t need you to treat me though.”

That last line elicited what sounded like angry chatter.

Rad’s face was a personalized fireworks show as his expression shifted at least six more different times. “I’m not….Is it so-Ugh….”

They sounded like a lightly bickering married couple.

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thatfanfictionchick · 6 months ago

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This is intended to be...archival, for myself, mostly. But if you find it interesting you should definitely check out Ikemen Villains!

Ikevil Event - Wrapped in Wicked Romance pt.2

Ellis's Route Ch. 1

·✦...·✧

What is happiness?

It was like the sky at twilight, changing colors right before your eyes.

Even though it may capture your heart forever and never let go, you’ll never experience the same thing twice.

(What am I doing? I really need to pull it together.)

Today, Victor called me to the palace where we enjoyed tea time together.

Just when I thought the day would end with that peaceful chat, he told me something shocking.

Victor: “Oh, I almost forgot! I have your first mission as Fairytale Keeper!”

Kate: “Oh, really? What is it?”

Victor: “I want you to choose one member of Crown to spend the day with as a couple.”

Kate: “... Pardon?”

(As a couple?!)

Kate: “W-wait just a minute! I don’t know the first thing about any of them!”

Victor: “Precisely! That’s just it, Miss Kate!”

Victor: “I was trying to figure out a way you could get to know them more deeply, and I finally came up with it!”

Victor: “I’m an absolute genius! Well, it’s already late today, so you can start tomorrow. I’m so excited.”

(I have to get them to trust me, so I can’t just run away during the first mission. I have to say yes.)

(But how am I supposed to pretend to be a couple with one of them?)

It was going to be a rough day – I was so deep in thought I nearly got run over by a carriage.

I looked down at my ankle, which I’d twisted badly jumping out of the way of the carriage, and let out a sigh.

(Well, there’s no point in worrying about it.)

(I’ll go see Roger and ask if he’ll lend me a plaster or something.)

As I limped up the stairs toward the entrance…

Ellis: “What happened to your leg?”

Kate: “Whoa! You scared me, Ellis.”

Ellis appeared out of nowhere, startling me so much my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

Ellis: “Are you in pain?”

The night I had avoided being killed by becoming Fairytale Keeper…

…Ellis was the one who’d said, “Should we kill her?”

(Then shortly after that, he gave me some weird proposal and said he’d make me happy.)

I couldn’t help but feel incredibly uneasy.

Ellis: “I’ll take care of you. Put your arm around my shoulders and hang on.”

Kate: “Waaah!”

As soon as he saw that my ankle was swollen, he easily lifted me up without a moment’s hesitation.

Kate: “N-no, I’m fine! I can walk…”

Ellis: “Roger’s not here tonight, so I’ll take a look and determine whether or not you’re fine.”

Ellis ignored my protests and carried me toward the basement.

(He seems really used to this…)

He skillfully wrapped a bandage around my sprained ankle.

His gentle fingers moved deftly while holding my bare foot.

But he was very serious about what he was doing, so he didn’t make me feel bad about it at all.

Ellis: “How did you get hurt?”

Kate: “I was walking along without paying attention and almost got hit by a carriage. I twisted it as I jumped away.”

Ellis: “A carriage, huh? Are you worried about something?”

(I’m not sure if I should talk to him or not… but maybe he has some good advice.)

Kate: “Victor told me my first mission was to pretend to be a couple with one of the Crown members for a day.”

Kate: “But now that my ankle is twisted, I think it would be best if it was someone with whom I wouldn’t have to move around too much.”

Kate: “Do you know who I should choose?”

He finished securing the ends of the bandage together and then stared at me for a moment.

Ellis: “I’d like to do it.”

Kate: “Huh?”

Ellis: “I want to play the role of your boyfriend.”

(He does?!)

Kate: “But why?”

Ellis: “I want to make you as happy as possible while you’re here.”

He’d said something similar on the night we met.

(Why would he think that about someone he just met, right after asking if they should kill me?)

Ellis: “I don’t want you to be sad when the day is over tomorrow. So can I be your boyfriend?”

(I feel slightly uncomfortable with the idea, but…)

He’d been very kind to me and wrapped my ankle with great concern.

I couldn’t be cold or suspicious after that.

Kate: “S-sure.”

Ellis: “...Yay.”

He smiled happily and then lifted me up.

Kate: “I-I’m fine now! You bandaged me up and everything.”

Ellis: “I realize that you’re someone who doesn’t want to cause trouble for others even though you’re injured.”

Ellis: “But I don’t trust you when you say you’re fine. Let me take you to your room.”

Kate: “You’re making a huge fuss over nothing…”

I tried to convince him to stop, but he didn’t have any intention of letting me down.

So I had no other choice but to sit still and let him carry me.

Ellis: “I’d like to know more about you so I can make plans for tomorrow. What makes you happy?”

Kate: “Um… Eating something delicious?”

Ellis: “Hmm. Well, then. I’ll buy something delicious and we can have a picnic.”

Ellis: “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow morning. From that point on, we’ll be a couple.”

Kate: “...Okay. Thank you.”

(I was a bit unsure about this first mission, but it’s going pretty smoothly.)

(Maybe TOO smoothly. Should I be more cautious of Ellis?)

I looked down at the carefully wrapped bandage.

I wasn’t sure why he did it, but he had treated me with great care.

(I’m sure I’ll be fine with Ellis. Right…?)

-next morning-

Ellis: “Good morning, Kate.”

Kate: “Good morning. What’s that?”

The following morning, Ellis came to my room to pick me up, just as he said he would.

He was carrying something that looked like a chair with wheels attached to it.

Ellis: “It’s called a wheelchair. They’re not easy to come by, so I made one.”

Kate: “You made it… But why?”

Ellis: “Because I don’t want my girlfriend to put any strain on her injuries.”

(His girlfriend…)

Kate: “Wait, you did all that for me?”

Ellis: “Of course. Now come and sit down.”

I hesitantly sat down and was surprised at how comfortable it was. I could probably sit there for quite some time.

He pushed me from behind and the wheels turned smoothly as the chair moved forward.

Kate: “This is amazing. I can’t believe that not only do you know of such a useful thing, but you could make it, too!”

Ellis: “A long time ago, I researched things like… I just happened to remember it yesterday.”

Kate: “Thank you so much. I’m really happy. But you’re really making too much of a fuss. I don’t have any broken bones. I can walk.”

I tried to stand up, but…

Ellis: “No. You could make it worse, and then you really won’t be able to walk.”

Kate: “Huh?!”

He hugged me from behind and made me stay in the chair.

Ellis: “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

Ellis: “And if we come across stairs, I’ll lift the chair up.”

Ellis: “All you have to do is sit here today. Please.”

Ellis whispered as he held me, his voice sweet against my ear. I was unable to stand or even move.

I was so bewildered by his excessive kindness. It was like I was being wrapped in a warm blanket.

(...Maybe this is how he treats his girlfriends?)

(Is it weird to ask him to stop, even though we’re pretending to be a couple?)

Kate: “All right. Thank you.”

Ellis: “Great. This will be our first date together.”

Ellis: “And I’ll do my best to make it the happiest day ever.”

·✦...·✧

[chapter 2] [main page]

#a bit late is better than never? lol #ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil events #ikevil ellis

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 17 days ago

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Day 7: Passing Out/Unresponsive

@the-three-shits-whump

Read it on AO3 via the link, or find it below the cut:

Trudy smiled as she stood behind the desk, Erin walking up to greet her. “Hey, Sergeant.”

“Lindsay, what can I do for you?” Trudy asked, leaning forward on the desk.

“I was wondering if you could look into someone for me… off the books,” Erin replied, quieter now.

Trudy hummed, taking the paper Erin slipped her. “Who is it?”

“A bad guy,” she replied. “A real bad guy. I’m hoping to track him down before anyone else can.”

Trudy looked at Erin, seeing the same look in her eye Hank often had before he did something stupid, like hide a body. She sighed, debating helping, but took the paper and nodded. “I’ll look into it. No guarantees.”

“Thank you, Trudy,” Erin replied.

—

That was how it had started, at least. Innocent as checking into someone’s background and history. It ramped up after that, Trudy telling Erin exactly what she found out, which wasn’t good. Erin thanked her and Trudy figured that was going to be the end of it. She never figured it would be traced back to her.

Never in a million years.

Kim walked up to the desk, Kevin in tow, a box in his hands. He held it as Kim grabbed Trudy’s attention. “Sarge?”

“What is it, Burgess?” Trudy asked, not looking up from her reports.

“Package for you. Got dropped off with the mail outside.” Kim set the stack of letters in a paper tray, Kevin setting the box on the desk, prompting Trudy to glance up.

Trudy furrowed her brow. “A package? I don’t remember ordering anything.”

“The return address says it’s from the ivory tower,” Kim pointed out. “Maybe it’s a new jacket or something.”

Trudy looked down at her jacket, then back at Burgess. “What’s wrong with the one I have, Burgess?”

Kim looked a little uncomfortable, shrugging. “Nothing, Sergeant. It looks nice. I just thought… Maybe since you like it so much… they maybe sent you another one?”

“Yeah, right, I gotta beg just for more toilet paper around here,” Trudy huffed, cutting the tape with her pocket knife, then opening the box. Just as she did, something sprayed out, some kind of strong mist. Kim and Kevin jumped back, but it hit Trudy directly in the face. She blinked, shocked at first, looking down at the package, seeing nothing but some kind of mechanism that deployed the mist. She groaned, blinking as the voices around her faded. Kim and Kevin’s voices meshed together, then got far away. Trudy hadn’t even realized she was falling until she hit the ground, too weak to move. The world spun around her as she saw others she knew at her side, particularly Hank and Alvin. Then, her eyes rolled back and the world went black.

Hank and Al walked up the steps of the district, Hank shaking his head. “Al, I’m telling you, you can’t live in the garage anymore. Come stay at my place.”

“I want to be close to Lexi. She’s my life, man. I don’t want to miss these years when she needs me most.”

“And you think living in the garage is gonna solve that? Come on, Al.”

“At least I’ll be close. That’s better than being halfway across Chicago. I mean, look at Antonio and his divorce. It’s terrible.”

Hank hummed, shrugging. He couldn’t argue with that. He opened the door and walked in with Al, walking up the inside steps of the district and to the front desk. “Help!” He heard a familiar voice call. Hank and Al sprung into action, running around the desk to see Kim and Kevin kneeling beside Trudy. She was moaning, obviously something was wrong.

“Move,” Hank commanded, Burgess moving out of his way. “Call for an ambo, now!”

Kim got onto her radio, calling for an ambulance to be dispatched to the district. Trudy was still moaning, seemingly trying to stay in this world and not move on to the next.

Hank brushed her hair away from her face and cupped it. “Trudy? Trudy! Come on, can you hear me? Dee, come on!” Hank put a fist on her chest, pressing and rubbing it up and down, trying to see if she would wake up or respond. When her eyes rolled back and fluttered shut, Hank frowned and looked at Al, who had taken Kevin’s place. “The hell?”

Al looked up at the two beat officers, who were obviously stressed. “What happened?”

“Sh-She opened this box,” Kim said, going to grab it.

“Hey, hey, just leave it,” Al replied. “Don’t need anyone else hurt, either.”

“Some kind of mist sprayed out of it. Next thing we knew, she was on the ground,” Kevin said.

“The return address was HQ,” Kim continued. “We didn’t think it was suspicious cause it was with the rest of the mail and-“

“Evacuate the building,” Hank said. “We don’t know what we’re dealing with. Have everyone take the back way out. Don’t walk past here unless it’s absolutely necessary. We have no idea if this is contagious or not, so we want to limit exposure. Go now.”

Kim and Kevin went off to evacuate the building, taking everyone out the back way. The Intelligence Unit, however, tried to come down the stairs. Alvin stood and shook his head. “No, go out the back way. Go.”

“Al, we want to help,” Adam pleaded.

“There’s nothing you guys can do. Get out. We don’t know what this is.”

The rest of the team reluctantly left, except for Erin. She took a few steps closer. “I know what this is.”

Hank continued to take Trudy’s vitals, trying to wake her and get her to respond to stimuli, but it was no use. Alvin looked at Erin. “How do you know?”

“Hector Temple,” she replied. “I’ve been tracking him off the books for a while now. Trudy helped me.”

Hank looked up at Al with a frown, Al kneeling and switching places with Hank as he walked over to Erin. “Hector Temple? Why are you looking into him?”

“Because… He might be my father. My birth father.”

Hank blinked, then huffed. “Temple was a shit cop. He was fired for negligence. Then, he ran off and I didn’t head of him again until he popped up on a most wanted list. Apparently, he was a major player in the drug scene.”

“Yeah,” Erin replied. “He disappeared but sometimes he pops back up in Chicago. There’s been a pattern that every few years he comes back. I wanted to find him this time and get some answers.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this, you-“

“Hank, he sent a box with gas in it. Is Trudy going to be okay?”

Hank pointed up the stairs. “Go out the back and wait with the rest of the unit. Fill them in on what you know about this guy. We’re finding him and we’re taking came of him once and for all. Go.”

Just then, the paramedics rushed in, Al urging them behind the desk to take a look at Trudy. Hank watched Erin go back up the stairs, tears brimming her eyes. Then, he turned and went to help the paramedics. “Alright, we need to get her to the hospital,” one of them said. “We’ll get the stair chair and-“

“No need,” Hank replied, leaning down and picking Trudy up bridal-style. “Let’s go, we’ll get her onto the gurney this way.”

“Alright then,” the paramedic said, walking ahead of Hank to get the gurney. Hank carried Trudy out, Al close behind with the other paramedic. They got her onto the stretcher and loaded into the ambo. Hank pointed at the ambo. “Go with her, Al.”

“You both need to. You, and anyone who’s contaminated.”

Hank looked around, scanning the crowd. “Burgess, Atwater!” He called, the two running over in record time. “Get up in there. Go with her.”

“Yes sir,” Kim said, getting into the ambo with Al, Kevin riding up front.

“If it’s something serious, I’ll come in,” Hank said, nodding to Al and taking a final look at Trudy before shutting the ambo door and banging on it, the sirens wailing. Hank sighed deeply, then looked over all the employees standing outside the district, including his own unit. He walked over to them, nodding. “Let’s go. We have work to do.”

#chicago pd #chicagopd #cpd #hank voight #sargent hank voight #sergeant hank voight #alvin olinsky #trudy platt #the three shits: whump week #whump event #whump

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heartofcupid · 1 year ago

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🎀 — 🍮 cupid’s blog, art & archive ☆

✩ hello ! :-D

i’m cupid! but you can also call me jenny, jenn or angel! 💗 i like to draw! i’m mexican & 16 years old! 🐈‍⬛ i’m also bisexual & gender-fluid :^D ! i like ralph macchio, the karate kid (1984—1989), cobra kai, labyrinth (1986), literature, batman, spider-man, phantom of the opera, cats, the color pink & cute things! 💭💓

i also go by she / they & neopronouns love / doll ! :-D 💕

p.s. 💭 i like a lottt of things but you can also check out my carrd linked in my bio! it’s a bit old & needs to be updated since it has been over a year but it does have a lot of basic information i hope can be of use! once i update it, i will make sure it’s all up to date! 🩷

welcome to my blog! 🎧💕

☆ — art

i like to draw and practice art, i’m currently trying to learn digital art and have mainly drawn only traditionally but i enjoy both! i’m trying my best to practice a lot & will take any advice + critique given :-D!!!! 💗💗

top two photos —

first photo: a screenshot of my homepage for the app Procreate showing multiple drawings & sketches done on the app. Note: most are experimental pieces of art! so yeah some look a little wonky, it’s all just for fun :-D

second photo: art of my original character, Michelle, legs painted over because i cant draw legs and i just didn’t finish drawing them so i covered what was drawn of the legs at the end.

bottom 2 — sketches of my original character laelia :-)

last art! — (self portrait of myself! :-D)

☆ — (sadly i’m on doing this post on mobile so i can only add so many photos here, so for now here are some main ones that i have never uploaded until now! 💗⭐️🌛)

the following paragraphs of this post are not as important since it’s not art or really discusses much about anything else that’s really critical for my blog here but it is more information about me and what i like, so it’ll explain any other posts i might have on here & helps to know what to except! so this part is optional to read:^). 🌷

☆ music

my favorite music!! i don’t listen to music too much & would like to expand my music taste throughout all genres (rap, punk, goth, pop, cumbia, rock, electro, anything !)

music artists i like ! i’ll add them cuz i have to be honest, there’s no point of faking my music taste lol.

☆ — my spotify! for fun lol

cravity; bts; hatsune miku; the smiths; tv girl; my chemical romance; oliva rodrigo; radiohead; the cure; paramore; baby metal; alex g; blur; david bowie; plug plug; Procrastinación 1 Yo 0; tommy february6; strawberry switchblade; luis miguel, pinkpantheress; beabadoobee; & some more! but i’m mainly a casual listener to most / don’t know that many songs from each artist but enough of their hit songs lol!

☆ films & shows.

i watch a lot of films and shows but i’m not like … a cinephile? ofc not srsly ofc but maybe as a joke to say i’m like super deep into movies & shows i could be with outside side sometimes stopping me but it’s all good!! i’ve watched some shows, mainly with family so it does take me time to finish them if i don’t watch them on my own time. i also watch a handful of films so i hope this rundown of favorite, recently watched and want to watch films & shows can give another overview of myself :-D

shows

(completed)—mob psycho; breaking bad; the bear; aggretsuko; saiki k; Neon Genesis Evangelion; Card Captor Sakura; Great Pretender; Derry Girls; and more ^^

(want to watch)—yo soy betty, la fea; NANA; Death Note; kimi ni todoke; Kamisama Kiss; princess jellyfish; and some more ^^

films

side note, here’s my letterboxd lol.

all time favorite moviesss & obsessions: the karate kid trilogy; labyrinth (1986); spider-man into the spiderverse & across the spiderverse; Batman (2022); Pride & Prejudice (2005); edward scissorhands; Howls Moving Castle; and more! i watch a lot of movies but some favs on the top of my head 💗

☆ — i try to watch and enjoy as many different films as i can, i welcome any film, show and music recommendations!

i’ll try also to maybe update this post as much as i can to make sure that while it’s up, it’s also up to date!

i tend to make mistakes in my writing & while typing a lot, i also make mistakes while reading so if i send, type, write or mistake anything else while reading & writing on this blog or any other social media account i have i apologize & any correction suggestions/clarifications are welcomed!!

p.s. i might also do a follow up post to be linked to this post to show more art or just art here will be added / changed just incase! 💭🩷🐈‍⬛🐈

☆ 🤍

i don’t reblog that much, and im not active here as i am twitter and instagram lol but i try my best to interact as much as i can! i hope i can use this as an archive for my art & things i like while making friends & anything else lol but thank u for reading (^^ 🌷

☆ — ending song for fun lol

#blog intro #cupid blogging <3 :-D #🎀🍮💗 love love love!!!!!!#beginner artist #artists on tumblr #oc art dump #oc artist #oc art #cupid’s art #cupid’s art ☆#Spotify

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ohsalome · 2 years ago

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Sorry if this is a really annoying way to do this, I’m still a little new to tumblr and I’m not sure what’s the best way to go about this, but I saw the question from the Ukrainian Diaspora person and since I’m from it as well I thought I could maybe help.

(Note: a lot of this is from a Canadian lens, but a lot of it should apply to the states and maybe to other commonwealth countries to some extent)

So if you live in a town or city, my first go to would be to look for dance groups. This is definitely true in Canada, and I’m pretty sure true in the US: dance is at the centre of most of the diaspora culture here. Nearly every event will have performers, if they aren’t hosted by dance companies themselves, and it is the opinion of many older Ukrainian Canadians that dance is the most important thing here (there’s a long thing about diaspora history and trauma in there but that’s for later). Even if you don’t want to/can’t join a group, you can keep an eye out for zabavas to go to, especially around malanka (side note: the North American diaspora has a type of Kolomeyka that I believe is unique to us and originated in the Canadian Prairies, which is at most parties and Ukrainian events)

There’s also Ukrainian churches, which of course will have a number of Ukrainians, but if you’re not Christian maybe not a good choice

Ukrainian diaspora members are pretty obsessive about preservation and recording stuff, so anywhere there’s a population there’s a decent chance at a museum and a number of them have online portions. If you look up Ukrainian museum (insert country/region) stuff should come up, but for specific recommendations: the Ukrainian Village in Edmonton, AB is an open air museum detailing life of early Ukrainian Canadian settlers, and has some online tours, there’s the Ukrainian Museum of America and Canada respectively, and the University of Alberta has the Kule Folklore centre and the Bohdan Medwidsky archives.

On the topic of the University of Alberta, it at one point had one of the largest Slavic studies programs in North America, rivalling Harvard’s, and I would argue unlike others is Ukrainian centric rather than R*sso centric. It along with the University of Manitoba and Saskatchewan has a number of Ukrainian and Ukrainian diaspora resources (I’ll try putting some links at the end)

I found music to be a good way to connect with my heritage, especially folk songs. If you look up Ukrainian Folk Songs on YouTube you’ll get a lot to explore, but I’m sure that the Ukrainians here on tumblr can plug in a lot of people to check out

Finally, see if you can look into any Ukrainian political organizations in your area. In Canada we have the Ukrainian Canadian Congress as a sort of political representative for Ukrainian Canadians, but there’s other as well such as the Ukrainian Student Society in many universities. I’m not sure what the equivalents are in the states. There’s also scouting organizations such as Plast and SUSK, but I have no experience with them

As promised, links

Kule folklore centre

CIUS

Love Letters from the Past

The Ukrainian Village

Songs and Bands

Ukrainian Canadian ones

Zeellia

Balaklava Blues

Zubrivka

Millenia

Hloptsi z mista

Korinya

Ukrainian ones

Go_A

Один В Каное

Dakhabrakha

Христина Соловій

Тріо Маренич

Veryovka

Eteria

Individual Songs

А Льон Цвіте

Ой Розвиайся та Сухий Дубе

Хай Живе, Вільна Україна

Сонце низенько, вечір близенько

Ой у лузі червона калина

Ой чи є чи нема

Водограй

This is brilliant, thank you!

@bat-anon

#response

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totkdaily · 10 months ago

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Day 12: Lucky Clover Gazette

As if I hadn't had enough distractions, there's smoke and sad horn music from a hole in the ground, and I have to check.

Eustus is trapped here. He drove his wagon into the hole and, though his horse has run off and his cargo has spoiled, refuses to leave without the wagon.

I build a tower of stuff on top of his wagon and haul him out. Apparently, his band broke up in the early days of the Upheaval. He reckons the rest of the Stable Trotters are at Woodland Stable - wasn't that where the music-loving Great Fairy had become a recluse? He's going to somehow return the borrowed wagon without a horse, and then head there. I’ll probably have to join him at some point.

Addison’s here too! How many adverts can one construction president need? I'm starting to think Addison's been sent away on busy work.

The temperature drops and the sky darkens as I ride down the hill to what once was Rito Stable - it's now the Lucky Clover Gazette. Galli used to own this stable, but he’s now the odd-job guy. He warns me, apropos of nothing, that Hylian pine cones explode when they're burned. Noted.

Inside the stable - or the Gazette? I find Penn, the Rito who told me to come here to be a journalist back in Lookout Landing. And it appears Traysi is the editor of the Gazette - who else! She seems to be doing well for herself, at least.

She sends Penn away before she admits she knows me, and says Purah has already asked her to investigate the Princess' disappearance. Maybe Purah’s more committed to finding Zelda than I gave her credit for. I tell her my side of the story.

Traysi says people have been seeing Zelda - all over, apparently! She wants me to partner with Penn without anyone knowing I'm involved, which is an interesting conceit. Does she think I��ll bias people, or that I’ll take the credit?. She'll pay me in clothes - as if I need an incentive to follow any trail that might actually lead to the Princess. Though the clothes do look useful.

A sign on the back room door says the archives are closed - according to someone called Juanelle. I wonder if there’s a cave somewhere nearby that would get me underneath.

Traysi says Penn is heading for Woodland Stable first - all roads seem to lead there. But not before I've checked in at Rito Village.

There's no point heading to the village in the middle of the night, though. Everyone will be asleep. I wait by the fire until dawn.

#totkdaily #day 12 #totk #loz #zelda #legend of zelda

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monaisme · 3 months ago

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Sicktember: Day 13

This is the second part of yesterday's Day One submission found here:

I'll be updating AO3 next! Enjoy!

#13- Mononucleosis

Peter could have wept with relief when he walked into the apartment. He’d already tossed his keys in the bowl where MJ insisted they all put their house keys and was making his way to the couch when Tony grabbed hold of his shoulder and veered him towards his bedroom.

“Nope. Shower first, then change into your comfiest jammies, kid, remember?”

Peter whined just a little, “But it’s so faaaaar!”

“No it’s noooooot.” Tony whined back. “This is a three bedroom apartment with less than twelve hundred square feet. You’re fine. Now go, kid. You’ll thank me for this later.

“No, I won’t.” Peter pouted and shuffled his way into his bedroom to do as Tony asked.

“Keep it up and I won’t get you any oyster crackers, buddy!” he called out after him...

And so Peter stopped in his tracks, grabbed hold of the door frame and turned around and with a look that burned more intense than the sun, he rasped back, “Yes, you will... because you love me.”

And Tony nodded, “I do—doesn’t mean you’re not irritating, though.”

“Never said I wasn’t,” Peter’s voice grated, and with that witty retort, Peter stuck his tongue out.

“Ugh, kids, so gross...” Tony groaned and pointed to Peter. “Put that thing away. I don’t know where it’s been.” Tony chuckled. “Seriously, Pete. No more talking. Go take your shower and I’ll check the cupboards—maybe find some of May’s tea or something for you.”

Peter just nodded and vanished into his room.

It didn’t take long for Tony to find what he was looking for and within minutes, the kettle was boiled and the lemon tea that May had insisted the three roommates keep stocked in their cupboard in case of cold emergencies was steeping. He had just pulled his phone out to place an order at the nearby deli that Tony had introduced to him the first time they’d visited the campus when Tony heard a rattle of keys at the door.

“Hello?” Tony called out as he stepped into the hall, then stopped short when he saw MJ. “Hey!?”

MJ blinked slow, obviously trying to process the fact that Tony Stark was standing in the entryway to her apartment, then sighed in defeat. “Do I want to know why you’re here?”

He threw his hands up in mock surrender, then smiled sadly, knowing exactly what she was asking. “He’s not hurt,” Tony offered, “Just sick. I promise.

Her entire demeanour shifted, not entirely relaxing with his reassurance, but still. She smiled small and shuffled past him to toss her own keys into the key bowl. “But he’s sick enough that you’re here?” she asked.

“Entirely coincidental, my dear MJ.” Tony put on the schmaltz. “I was in town for some meetings and happened to get an alert that our beloved Peter was not one hundred percent and rushed off to the rescue.”

MJ snort-laughed, “Please tell me you didn’t physically remove him from one of his classes.”

Tony kept up the act, “What?! Moi?! I’d never do something like that, MJ. I’m offended that you’d even imply—”

MJ simply crooked an eyebrow.

“No.” Dang, that girl was good. “He was actually about to give up for the day when I called...” he trailed off as he finally took in her appearance. “And speaking of giving up—are you okay? You’re not usually home this early, are you?”

The sudden shift to concern caught her off guard, but after having known the eccentric billionaire for a couple of years now, she knew he was being sincere in his ask. “Yeah, I’m going to assume that whatever hit Peter has managed to get me to.” She shrugged and made her way to the living room where she planted herself on the couch in exhaustion.

Without a thought, Tony slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a new mug and tea bag, setting it to steep while carrying the readied tea out to MJ. “I’m not sure if you take anything with this, but if you’re feeling anything like Peter, I can go grab the honey for you.”

“Sore throat? Overall feeling of blah?” she asked as she inhaled the tea’s steam.

“Sounds about right,” Tony agreed, sadly, “so, honey?”

“Please.”

And without another word, Tony disappeared and reappeared with the little honey bear and planted it on the coffee table. “I’ve got Peter showering now, but was going to do a deli and a grocery order to make sure you were all stocked up for the next few days. Is there anything that you can think of that you need now that you’re home, or should I go with my original game plan and start rifling through your cupboards?”

MJ waved a tired hand toward the kitchen. “Have at it, Tony. Your name is on the lease, too.”

And it was, but that wasn’t the point. “I’ve always told you that it’s your home...”

MJ took a tentative sip of tea and winced, “Fair, but no, have at it...” MJ glanced up at him, “and thank you.” She cleared her throat, then, “Uh, I’m guessing that Ned will be next on the ‘whatever this is’ hit list, and he has this weird thing about warm pineapple juice when he’s sick, so if you wanted to do the whole pre-emptive shop thing, I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

Tony nodded in agreement. Man, he loved all of these kids. Peter had collected himself an amazing cluster of friends. “Pineapple juice. Got it.” With that last bit of instruction, Tony left MJ to her misery and disappeared back into the kitchen.

He was just putting the finishing touches on the express grocery order and moving on to the deli’s delivery app when Tony heard Peter shuffling out of his bedroom.

“MJ?” Peter must have been out of it to not notice her arrival, even during his shower. Those spidey senses never took a day off, or so he’d thought.

“Hey, loser, “she replied. “Heard a rumour that we’re both dying.”

“Oof, I hope not,” Peter chuckled back. He must have noticed the tea then because he veered toward the kitchen and Tony, “Oh, I hope really you made one for me, too.”

Tony tapped the ‘Accept’ on the deli order and immediately reached over, ruffling Peter’s hair. “Of course, I did... and just ordered a metric ton of soup for the lot of you. Now go sit down and I’ll bring this out to you.”

Peter didn’t need to be asked twice. While the shower had been good idea, his body was screaming for him to rest, and so he planted himself on the couch with a sigh. “Have I told you you’re my favourite retired superhero lately?”

“Retired?” Tony handed the hot mug to his kid, “I’m concerned that you’ve decided to differentiate between active and not—”

“Really?” Peter reached forward to grab the honey, “’Cuz if you really must know—”

“Apologies for the disruption, Boss.” FRIDAY suddenly chimed in from the watch on Tony’s wrist. “I’ve managed to finally bypass those firewalls and have the information you requested.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Peter, the stinker, “Saved by the bell, young padawan.”

Peter just rolled his eyes and shook his head. “For now... I just wanna know if this is just a bad cold or a flu or what—”

And there was no reason to put it off, “Alright then, FRI, what are we working with here? Do we need to go all ‘hazmat’ on these guys or are we looking at a simple case of campus crud?”

“According to hospital records, it would seem that Jason Russell was admitted to hospital with internal bleeding. He was quickly diagnosed with untreated mononucleosis which led to splenomegaly, an enlarged spleen, which ruptured while he was taking a brisk walk.”

Tony shook his head in disbelief. “The idiot went for a walk?”

But Peter’s jaw dropped. “I have mono?”

And then MJ’s jaw dropped, “You have mono?” Her eyes widened and, in a flash, she was up and pacing, “YOU GAVE ME MONO!? Peter Benjamin Parker! I have exams to study for... and I have to work! What the hell?!”

To say that Tony was perplexed in that exact moment would be an understatement. All of them, Peter, MJ, and Ned were pretty hygienic as a whole so unless Peter had been exposed to some new strain of mono that traveled via a different means than cutlery or kissing—

Tony’s brain blankscreened for a hot second as the realization came to him.

Tony’s jaw dropped. “Hang on a minute! YOU,” he pointed an accusing finger at Peter, “gave HER mono!” His attention swung back to MJ before he raised his arms in victory, “YES!!” He did a happy dance to end all happy dances, “THIS is why I survived the final snap! I TOLD May that you guys would get together before Christmas! I told her!”

MJ had stopped her pacing to stand beside Peter, who’d also stood up. “Uh, Tony?” Peter asked tentatively, almost afraid to interrupt, but needing to know, “Are you okay?”

The grin on Tony’s face was brighter than a full-sized arc reactor at night, “Kid, you guys just won me five bucks!”

MJ glared. “Five bucks? But you’re a billionaire. Why the dance?”

“You’re so missing the point!” Tony started to wiggle again, “I was right! May was wrong! Now stop raining on my parade, you grumpy gusses, while I both revel in my awesomeness and call May to rub it in her face—oh. And then Dr. Cho to see if we need to do anything special for you two lovebirds. We don’t want any spleens to rupture or anything!” Tony practically skipped to the kitchen to make his phone call.

Peter and MJ gave up on standing, and simply plunked down together on the couch to process what had just happened.

A few minutes passed before Peter spoke. “I’m sorry that I gave you mono.”

MJ shrugged, “Meh. I’m dating a superhero. I know the risks.”

Peter shook his head and hummed at the absurdity of their lives. “I’m also sorry that this is how our secret came out.”

MJ shrugged again, “Meh,” she gave a playful shove, “I’m also dating Peter Parker. I know the risks.”

Peter smiled softly and closed his eyes to rest and he assumed MJ did the same because it was barely a blink later for the both of them when the sound of keys hitting the bowl at the front door woke them.

“Hey, Tony! This is a surprise!” Ned called out in his normal Ned sorta’ way. “I just intercepted a grocery delivery for the apartment—and there’s pineapple juice! Am I getting sick?”

@sicktember

#Sicktember 2024 #Day 13: Mononucleosis #Day 13 #chapter 2 of 2 #MCU #Irondad and Spiderson #more fluff #OBlossom #ao3 fanfic

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msmoon-and-the-cyberdemon · 1 year ago

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I keep finding myself going through the TF2 OC tag so I’m gonna infodump on Jack Lore (Even if I’ve probably said it in previous posts) (Also comes with sketchbook drawings that don’t make sense!)

The man that operated on Jack and turned him into a vampire was actually Medic’s grandfather. I headcanon his grandpa was also interested in animals, and finding ways to mix their genes with humans.

Jack kills him- (specifically, eats him but I’ll explain later) immediately after the operation. Later on, Jack admits this to Medic, thinking Medic was gonna be mad at him. But apparently, due to his grandfather’s mysterious disappearance, his whole family had made a bet of how he died. A cousin jokingly said that he was eaten by a cannibalistic patient. Now Medic’s mad that he’s gonna win the bet, out of the whole family.

(Also, Medic’s okay with the whole Jack killing him. It’s not like he got to know him anyway.)

Now the thing about the “eating him”. Jack is seen with a pair of fangs, but the thing is he filed those fangs himself. The operation only gave him the bloodlust and extended lifespan, but no fangs. And with said bloodlust hitting him like a semi truck and nothing else to control him, Jack straight up devoured the doctor, to the point where the police who came to check couldn’t even identify the body. They thought it was just spilled organs from other animals.

Also- he’s afraid of surgeries and doctors, but overcomes it after meeting Medic.

Jack is half-English & half-Chinese! English on his father’s side and Chinese from his mother’s.

After his whole first arc, he reunites with his mother and spends the rest of her life with her, learning Mandarin from her, ‘dealing’ with robbers that try to harm them and helping out in her little grocery shop.

His mother dies later on. The only thing he remembers about it was finding her sitting near the window. It was a full moon.

From there, he continues travelling. A lot of stuff happens between that and him getting to the TFC, but it’s not really important.

It does influence how he got to be a V.I.P. in the Escort game mode in Team Fortress Classic.

He was a frequent one, and often got to see first hand what goes on, and it was exciting.

So, during one match, he actually swipes a gun from one of the teammates and “helps” them.

By the end of the match, Classic!Heavy (or Cain, my hced name for him) was pretty pissed at Jack, but everyone else was impressed enough to recruit him in.

Usual shenanigans happens.

Everyone learns about his case and are cool with it.

Him and Cain have a bit of a… fling during his time there. Which makes things awkward during the comic’s events

Jack was also close to Beatrice. They like messing with each other and even casually flirt, but in the end, they’re good friends.

After a few years in the team, Jack just- leaves out of the blue. Completely. He was let go to take care of some personal stuff, but as a result, history of him and his class was archived. Maybe to make sure nobody learns that there’s a way out of this job?

(I’ll end it here for now, but I’ll make a part 2!)

#my things #oc trivia #my ocs are my children #jack tag #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 oc #tf2 tenth class #team fortress oc #team fortress classic #tfc heavy #tfc pyro #tf2 medic

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deadlygronkle · 2 years ago

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Ancestor's legacy part 10

The Desert Chapter 1

(All parts on tumblr have the 'ancestor's legacy' tag).

Twilight groggily opened his eyes the next morning. He definitely did not get enough sleep last night to be doing this. With him dozing off at the Hero Shade’s grave and getting caught by Time. Not to mention the struggle of even going to sleep once he got back into the room.

Twilight grimaced, he could barely see light coming in from the windows, of course he woke up during the twilight hour. He couldn’t go back to sleep either. If he did he definitely wouldn’t be able to wake up in time to leave.

Groaning Twilight sat up, and took a look around the room. He could see Four, Wild, and Hyrule next to him in a pile sleeping. Getting up he gently grabbed the blanket he was using and laid it out over the three.

Grabbing his bag Twilight set to work picking up anything that he missed before he went to bed. Once he got all of his things together he started slowly making his way out of the room. While also making sure that the others were comfortable.

He gently lifted Sky up and put him in a more comfortable position on the bed. Sky is a heavy sleeper so it shouldn’t wake him, and it honestly looked like Sky was about to fall off. Legend looked fine from where he was leaning on a wall, so Twilight left him alone,though he was most definitely awake at this point.

When he got to Wind in the main section of the room he did a mental tally of the Links. He could’ve sworn Warriors’ arm was a pillow for Wind when he came in last night. Time was on the couch snoring and there was nowhere left in the room for him to go. Not to mention Wind was completely covered up, which never lasts the night, so it had to be recent.

Twilight went back to Legend and lightly kicked him whispering, “Vet, where is Cap?”

Legend opened one eye grouchily, “How should I know?”

“You’re a light sleeper and was probably woken up by him leaving,” Twilight pointed out.

“All I know is he left the room. Now let me go back to sleep,” Legend closed his eye and turned his head away.

“Thanks I guess,” Twilight murmured before double checking he had all of his things.

Twilight as quickly and quietly as he could, left the room. Luckily, Time’s snoring should have been just loud enough to block it out. Twilight wasn’t as stealthy as he thought because Warriors was standing near him unamused.

“So you're leaving soon huh?” Warriors asked, leaning on the wall closest to him.

“Just now actually. I’ll…. I’ll y’all in a week or so,” Twilight responded, quickly turning around to walk off.

“Let us come with you,” The captain suddenly said.

Twilight turned around, “What?”

“Let us come with you. We were all put together for a reason, maybe this is one of them,” Warriors repeated.

“I highly doubt a Twilight Zone would be the reason why we were all placed together,” Twilight retorted, crossing his arms.

“But it could be the reason we were brought here and why we haven’t been teleported away yet,” Warriors annoyingly pointed out.

Twilight sighed, “I don’t anyone getting hurt on my account. It’s better if you guys stay here,”

“We’ve all dealt with injuries, it’s a part of being a hero, besides the same can be said about you too,” Warriors retorted.

“I don’t think it can, I know my Hyrule well enough to stay out of trouble,” Twilight refused.

“But you don’t know our enemies. Hell we fought some of yours in my Hyrule. What’s to say you won’t encounter mine in return?” Warriors questioned, giving Twilight a pointed look.

“I can avoid them then,” Twilight deflected, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his sides.

“And what of the others? If you get hurt by one of theirs or don’t make it back-” Warriors started.

“That won’t happen,” Twilight interrupted sharply, glaring at Warriors.

Warriors put his hands up, almost like he was trying to placate Twilight, “I’m not saying it will! Just think about how guilty we all would feel if we weren’t there to protect you,”

Twilight didn’t say anything and instead looked away. He didn’t think about that when he made the plan to leave while everyone else was asleep. After spending so much time with the others it wasn’t hard to imagine their betrayed and heartbroken faces. Hell Sky made a good point that while it may be faster it wasn’t safer for Twilight.

At Twilight’s silence Warriors added on, “Let us help you, this isn’t another solo adventure. We are a team now, no one is going to let you do this alone,”

Twilight grimaced and stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t allow the other to feel the pain of transforming. It would leave them all far too defenseless, like newborn calves . Not to mention Twilight would have to go about teaching them how to move and interact with the world. The only bright side is that they will have someone to teach them, instead of them figuring it out on their own like he had to.

Twilight had a feeling he was going to regret this, “Fine. You can wake up the others and bring them are 3 conditions,”

Warriors grinned brightly, “And those are?”

“First one is that you need to get everyone up and out by the West gate in 15 minutes,” Twilight answered, holding up a finger.

“30 minutes, Sky is tough to wake up on the best of days,” Warriors bargained.

“25, I want to get down to Lake Hylia before nightfall,” Twilight bargained back.

“Deal, what's the second one?” Warriors inquired.

“The second will be that you guys are just going with me up to the Gerudo Desert. Not any further, and definitely not into the Twilight Zone,” Twilight held up a second finger.

“I work with that for now. Though it could change later,” Warriors replied, putting his hands on his hips, “What the third?”

Twilight had a feeling there would definitely be an argument later about it. No way the others would agree to it. Knowing them they will probably follow him despite his wishes.

“Third, I just want everyone to move as quickly as they can. The ways down to Lake Hylia are very limited once the sun sets,” Twilight answered, getting ready to leave.

“I’ll relay this to the others. See you in a bit!” Warriors called out smugly as he loudly opened the door and slammed it shut.

Twilight winced at the sudden noise and could hear Warriors yelling at all of them to wake up. Twilight wasn’t going to stay around for that fall out. A cranky Link is one who will cause an outright war.

Twilight quickly left the castle, easily navigating the labyrinth that is the castle. Surely the others wouldn’t get lost after they all found their way back last night. Once he was out of the castle he practically ran to the West gate, passing the doctor clinic. Seriously, that old man had to be close to kicking the bucket, though he was a stubborn old grouch, so it was tough to say.

Making right outside the gate Twilight pulled out his horse call, the charm that Iila gave during his quest. Playing Epona’s song was like second nature at this point. He was sure Epona could hear it, he just had to play it long enough for her to find him.

After playing several minutes of Epona’s song he could hear her neighing from opposite side of the field. Twilight stopped playing as he walked to meet the galloping Epona. When Epona stopped he gently stroked her muzzle.

“You ready to go to Lake Hylia?” Twilight asked Epona, who nickered and nuzzled closer in response.

“I know, I know, we’ll see if Cap can get everyone out in time. If not then I think we can spare some time for you to run,” The wolf hero smiled as he moved to put some of his equipment in her saddlebag.

Just as he was finishing he heard the sound of the Links coming closer, just in time too. It was just a little after sunrise, with good timing the entire group could get to Falbi’s and down to the Lake before nightfall.

“I swear I could hear the music- Wait there’s Epona!” Twilight could hear Smithy call out to the other Links.

“But where’s Twi? He said he would be out here,” Twilight could hear the confusion in The Captain's voice.

Twilight rose from his hunched over position and yelled out, “Well I’ll be! You actually got everyone up!”

“I always deliver Rancher. Though I think you’ll need to share Epona, some of them are lagging,” Warriors pointed behind him to the very groggy Wind and Sky.

“As long as they don’t fall asleep that can be arranged,” Twilight confirmed, motioning over the other Links as he opened his map up.

“So how are we getting to the Desert Pup? From the sounds of it it’s somewhere close by?” Time asked, looking over Twilight’s shoulder.

“Yeah, where are we going?” Wild came up to Twilight’s other side.

Twilight pointed where they were in the map,”So here we are, and we need to get over here to Falbi’s,”

“What’s at Falbi’s?” Warriors asked as he picked up a sleepy Wind and placed him on Epona.

“It’s the safest way down. It’s even being a minigame,” Twilight explained as he folded up the map.

Sky yawned as he joined Wind on Epona, grabbing the reins he asked, “So how far away is it?”

“Well by myself I can get there in an hour by horseback. With everyone? Probably going to be an all day thing,” Twilight adjusted his bag so he could put away the map, “With luck we can get down to The Spring for the night,”

“How does Lake Hylia connect with the Gerudo Desert?” Four asked curiously.

“There is a…. Ride, the fastest and easiest way to the Desert,” Twilight answered reluctantly, starting to walk towards the correct exit.

“What ride?” Legend asked from behind him.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Twilight answered cryptically. He didn’t want the other to find out just yet that he had to travel in a cannon to get places.

After a little bit of walking Wild came up to Twilight holding out some of Uli’s pumpkin cake, “Here. I know you probably haven’t eaten yet,”

Twilight took the cake gratefully, “Thanks Cub,” before he took a bite he asked, “has everyone else eaten something today?”

“Yeah, everyone has had a bit of fruit. You are the only one who is running on empty,” Wild answered, easily keeping pace with his mentor.

Twilight glanced up, despite the fast pace the chain was taking it was nearing noon. Fruit wasn’t going to keep everyone's energy up. Not to mention since cuccos are going to be involved it would be better for them to eat sooner rather than later.

“Do you have the stuff to make a quick lunch?” Twilight asked, still not taking a bit of the cake.

“Yeah? Are we going to stop soon?” Wild asked, pulling out his Sheikah tablet to browse his inventory.

“Yup, the sooner we eat the easier the ride down will be. Hopefully,” Twilight grimaced at the mental image of the others throwing up.

Wild gave Twilight a curious look, “Just what are you planning?”

Twilight looked at Wild and chuckled, “Probably something that will get me yelled at by Time,”

“Why am I going to yell at you Pup?” Time asked, increasing his own pace to walk beside the two.

“Something that I have done since my journey that you think is ‘unsafe’. What else do you yell at me for?” Twilight stated, raising an eyebrow at Time.

“So you know that this is unsafe enough I would comment on it. Why are we even going to go do it?” Time asked incredulously.

Twilight shrugged, “It’s the best option available. I mean it’s not like I can teleport down there anymore,”

“So you did use magic at one point?” Warriors butted in loudly.

“Nope, sorry Captain, but I never did,” Twilight refused.

“So how did you teleport then?” Hyrule asked curiously.

“Yeah, was it a magic item or something?” Legend questioned, “And do you still have it?”

Twilight grinned, “Nope to that as well. It was my traveling companion who had that power,”

“Will we get to meet them?” Wind asked from in front of Sky on Epona.

Twilight’s grin faded as he remembered his last interaction with Midna, “No… She isn’t anywhere y’all can meet her. Not anymore,”

Legend spoke in a respectful tone, “Shame, wish I could’ve met her,”

Twilight softly smiled to himself, “You two would’ve either gotten along annoyingly well, or be at each other’s throats,”

“Why is that? Are we opposites?” Legend inquired.

“No, you both have the same personality. Except she was a bit more ‘proper’ even when she tried not to be,” Twilight looked back over his shoulder to meet Legend’s eyes.

“So how long until we make it to Lake Hylia?” Sky asked, doing a decent job steering Epona.

“At this rate? Couple of hours including a lunch break,” Twilight informed him.

“Do you have Zora in this world?” Wild asked curiously.

“Haven’t you mentioned them before? Like when we first met,” Time brought up.

“I think so, but yes they protect the Lakebed Temple at the very bottom of the lake. Their actual domain is upstream, it supplies basically all of the water in Lake Hylia,” Twilight explained to the group, but mostly Wild.

“Do you get along with them, or are we going to have a fight on our hands?” Legend wondered.

“Unless something changed very drastically in the last couple of months, no. I saved their king, Ralis and kept him company in Kakariko Village. Tells me to make myself at home in the Domain every time I visit,” Twilight chuckled fondly.

They continued talking amicably between each other as they walked. It was nice to be back on the trail after being stuck inside healing for days. The bruise that formed where the stitches were taken out ached occasionally when he moved wrong, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Losing an arm was definitely more painful than this.

Twilight stopped the group at the three road intersection. One where they came from, the other leading to Lake Hylia, and the third eventually leading to Upper Lanayru.

After stopping the group to eat quick sandwiches Twilight had the group continue on. This time Wind and Sky were off of Epona and Twilight was simply leading Epona with her reins. There were some bokoblins, but those were easily picked off by some arrows.

“Welp, here we are!” Twilight called out as he led Epona to the fence that blocked off the cliff.

Warriors whistled, “That is a large bridge!”

Wind ran up and jumped on the fence, “Ooooo! What’s that thing down there?”

Twilight looked to where The Sailor was pointing, “Oh that? It’s a cannon, it’s mainly to use to get back up here,”

Before Wind could continue asking questions Sky, after staring at the bridge for a while asked, “What’s the bridge called?”

Twilight unbothered answered, “The Great Bridge of Hylia, why?”

Slowly everyone turned to the oblivious wolf hero. Twilight was busy making sure he had everything from Epona’s satchel. Once he was sure he had everything Twilight was making sure that Epona would be comfortable here. There was plenty of grass for her to graze on so Epona would be fine.

“Pup?” Time asked, voice strained.

“Yeah? What is it?” Twilight turned around to see everyone’s concerned faces.

“You said this bridge is your Great Bridge of Hylia?” Time questioned slowly.

“Yes…?” Twilight answered slowly. Was this a trick question?

“Are there multiple Great Bridges?” Time asked, an exhausted, frustrated smile on his face.

“No? What are you-” Twilight remembered telling them about the time he jumped off the bridge, “oh,”

Warriors lost his composure completely as he howled with laughter, leaning on the railings for support. Wild, Hyrule, and Four were taking turns looking at each other, the bridge, and then looking back to Twilight. Wind and Sky’s faces were ashen like as they looked back to the very tall bridge. Legend looked mildly concerned but just as amused as Warriors.

Twilight scratched the back of his neck and awkwardly chuckled, “I swear the fall is less than it looks,”

Time pinched the bridge of his nose, “I highly doubt that Pup. That is definitely more than just a few stories,”

“You don’t have a glider. Just how the fuck are you alive!?” Wild blurted out.

Twilight shrugged as he fully stood up, “Luck I guess? Seems to be a common occurrence with my adventure,”

Sky leaned over the rail and looked down, “I don’t think you can scold Champion on jumping from high things anymore,”

Warriors chuckled, “Just Champion? More like any one of us when we do something risky,”

“How were you able to walk afterwards?” Hyrule asked, “That is a very long drop just to the water, and you did it when it was dried out!”

Twilight mentally crossed off ‘plan b’ of jumping off if the didn’t make it to Falbi’s in time, “No clue, I guess the goddesses took pity on me,”

Legend snorted, “Pity? More like they were actively stopping you from dying,”

Twilight sighed, “Come on, we need to get to Falbi’s,”

They walked over quickly to the weirdly built building practically hanging over the edge. The moment the others could hear the cuccos Twilight could feel the wary glances to his back.

The moment he walked in Twilight was hit with the smell of cucco feces. Wrinkling his nose Twilight continued to walk in with the others coughing as they walked in. Falbi was, like always, standing in front of the pass to jump down.

“Well, hi there Link! Welcome back to Falbi’s Flight-by-Fowl! Are you and your friends ready for a flight full of dreams and sweet, sweet bonuses? A Cucco-powered ride around Lake Hylia? You will LOVE it,” Falbi droned on, repeating nearly the same words like usual.

“Wait wait wait,” Warriors turned to Twilight, “We have to ride Cuccos down?”

“Yup, it’s not as bad as it sounds, the cuccos here are very mild tempered,” Twilight answered calmly.

“Is there no other way down?” Hyrule asked, stepping away from a curious cucco.

“Here I thought we weren’t jumping off the bridge,” Twilight dryly answered.

“Seriously? I thought you meant the other ways were too dangerous,” Legend spoke as he leaned away from a cucco Sky picked up.

“It’s either a slow glide down or a rapid plunge. But yes Falbi we are here for the ride down,” Twilight turned back to the ex circus actor.

“Great! Next up for fascination….. 9 HYLIANS. That will be 20 rupees per cucco!” Falbi answered, grinning.

“Come on Falbi,” Twilight gave a smile, “9 people, wouldn’t that count for a discount? This is also official business from Queen Zelda herself,”

Falbi thought for a second, “I’ll cut you a deal then, 15 rupees per cucco!”

“Wait, I have my paraglider. Do I still need to pay to jump off the balcony?” Wild questioned.

“Well yes, I have to make a living somehow! That cost is just 5 rupees though, lucky you!” Falbi answered, “Now that’ll be…. 125 rupees for everyone!”

“Hold on,” Legend grinned mischievously, “I have my Roc’s Cape here so that’s another 5 rupees,”

“I have my Sailcloth!” Sky spoke brightly, “That is also 5!”

“Huh, wouldn’t you know it? We both have Roc’s cape and I just so happened to have packed mine,” Four brought his out with a smug grin.

Falbi’s usual grin turned into a frown, “So four with their own gliding device and 5 without?”

Twilight glanced around, when no one brought up they had one Twilight answered, “Looks like it. What’s the new total?”

Falbi thought for a moment, “The new total is 95 rupees!”

Once everyone paid for their share in the total, the bargaining began.

“You gotta trade me Wild! These birds will definitely try and kill me the moment we are in the air!” Warriors begged.

“Nope, sorry Cap but they’ll do the exact same thing to me,” Wild grinned unashamedly.

“Sky? You get along with birds, mind lending me your Sailcloth,” Warriors asked, doing his best to guilt trip Sky.

Sky, to Twilight’s surprise, did not look even a little bit guilty as he answered, “No can do, my Zelda gave it to me,”

Warriors sulked, he didn’t even go to Legend or Four, he just reluctantly walked to Twilight, “Is there really no other way down?”

Twilight shook his head as he grabbed a particularly docile Cucoo, “Unless you want to try swimming in all that armor. Don’t worry though the Zora will probably get to you before you drown,”

“Probably?” The Captain sounded nervous.

“Yeah, they usually hang around the landing zone, and not, y’know, out here. Speaking of which,” Twilight turned to address the others, “I can’t believe this has never come up before, but are any of you poor swimmers or can’t swim?”

Hyrule raised his hand as Legend asked, “Why?”

“Well, when doing this for the first time it's somewhat difficult to land on the platform. Since I need to lead everyone to the landing zone, who here can glide around Hyrule to make sure he doesn’t fall?” Twilight asked the others.

Wild spoke up, “I can do it, my paraglider will make it easy to stay around him,”

The Ordonian nodded, dumping the docile cucco into Warriors’ arms, “Great, now who still needs a cucco?”

After getting everyone who needs a cucco a cucco, with Warriors somehow getting the cucco to cluck angrily at him. Twilight had no clue how he managed to do that, that cucco was the calmest Twilight ever worked with. Time, Wind, Hyrule, fared a lot better, though they were holding the cuccos away from their body.

Twilight grabbed the most aggressive of the cuccos and was quick to soothe and calm them. Twilight knew that these cuccos weren’t treated right. So every time he had to use this method he made sure the cuccos were released into the river.

Somehow the ones he dropped into the river ended up in Kakariko village where they were treated properly. It wasn’t the cucco’s fault that they were bought and brought here. Sometimes he would pay for a ticket to purely drop the cuccos off the edge. From what the ones in Kakariko village told him, anywhere was better than here.

“So everyone ready?” Twilight asked, securely trapping the bird under his arm as he walked to the balcony.

Once he obtained a nod from everyone he pointed with his free hand, “See that structure by the cannon? That’s what we are aiming for, try to go to the lowest two platforms, they are the easiest to land on,”

Legend had a thoughtful look, “What if we miss it all together?”

“That’s why I’m going first, so I could maybe grab one of you force you the right way, or jump in after you to help you out,” Twilight informed them before adding, “There is usually a Zora just at the base willing to help out as well if a lot of you miss the mark,”

“What if we land at the very top?” Wind asked curiously.

“You get a prize, I believe it was rupees or something when I did it,” Twilight went to the very edge and grabbed the plump bird with both hands turning around to face the others.

“What are you doing?” Time asked warily as he took a step forward.

Twilight gave his best wolfish, feral grin, “Just follow my lead,”

The Twilight allowed himself to fall backwards off the edge. Readjusting his grip on the bird midair Twilight twisted his body so the cucco was above his head and his feet were pointed at the lake. The cucco was quick to start flapping its wings, sending the two into an easy glide.

“PUP!” Time yelled out, clearly panicked racing to the edge only to see Twilight gliding away calmly.

Twilight laughed loudly, spinning slightly to yell out, “What are you waiting for? An invitation?”

The flight down was as easy as ever, he even ignored the rupee shaped rings to get down to the platforms. Letting go of the cucco a few feet off the ground, Twilight rolled to cushion the fall. He landed on the middle green platform, a good place to jump into action on either side of him.

Twilight spared a glance towards the cucco, which continued its flight path, plopping safely into the water. Then Twilight looked back to where he came from, waving at the Links to make sure they knew where he was. Counting the others, Twilight confirmed that everyone was still in the air coming towards him.

Sky, having one of the faster gliding methods, landed on the platform above Twilight with ease. Time was next, his cucco doing the best to shake him off so it was a rough landing. Luckily he aimed for Twilight’s platform so he was able to grab and pull his ancestor from stumbling over the edge.

“Thanks Pup. But never do that again, you nearly gave me a heart attack,” Time ordered, lightly smacking Twilight upside the head.

Twilight chuckled lightly as he went back to watching the others, “You and I both know I can’t promise such a thing,”

Time snorted, “Yeah, I know,”

Wind landed just fine up with Sky, yelling down about the purple rupee in the chest. Four and Warriors landed soon after with Four on the level under Twilight and Time. Warriors, despite the grumpy cucco, landed on the lowest level.

“Wars look!” Wind yelled down holding the rupee high in the air.

Warriors had one hand blocking the sun as he looked up, “Nice! That’s a purple one isn’t it?”

“Yup! Oh look Wild,Hyrule, and Legend are about here!” Wind called out pointing at the three.

Twilight lowered himself, ready to intercept Hyrule whatever way he decides to try and land. There was a Link on every platform, except for the spinning and orange one. He even went so far as to drop his bag down so he could move unrestricted.

Wild landed first, easily skidding to a halt on the platform Twilight and Time were on. Legend came next, with his Roc Cape he was able to stop right in the center of the second lowest platform.

“8 down, one to go,” Twilight whispered to himself.

Hyrule landed on the same platform Legend and Four were on easily enough. The issue started with letting go of the cucco. Hyrule just didn’t let go as he landed, while the cucco flapped it sent Hyrule to being unbalanced and falling forward.

He landed too close to the edge and was desperately trying to keep his balance from falling forward. All of this sent Twilight into action. Uncaring that he would get wet, Twilight ran and jumped down using his body to block Hyrule from falling off. Before he could properly fall into the water, Twilight shoved Hyrule back into Legend, who was also trying to stop Hyrule from going overboard.

The water was colder than usual as Twilight hit it with a large splash. Holding his breath, Twilight made sure to wave off the helpful Zora trying to help him up. The Zora, presumably realized who he was, nodded like they understood, but still hovered around just in case.

Twilight breached the surface of the water with a gasp. Looking up to the others he saw Hyrule leaning over the edge concerned with the rest just staring down at him.

“You alright down there Rancher?” Legend asked, pulling Hyrule away from the edge.

Twilight grinned, “It’ll take a lot more than that to take me out! Meet me over at the bridge,”

Twilight swam over to the little wooden raft bridge that connected Fyer’s cannon ride to the Isle of Riches. Hopefully the others got the prizes from the chests while he is sopping wet. He was faster than the others so he was the first on the small bridge, just getting up as the others joined him.

Twilight shook himself off like a dog, his clothes were still wet, but his wolf pelt and hair were more damp than wet.

“Ugh, Twilight!” Wild reprimanded, getting the full brunt of the shaking.

“A little water isn’t going to hurt you Wild,” Twilight replied, getting up and fully stretching out.

“Are you sure you're alright?” Hyrule asked worriedly, Twilight could feel the healing spell ready to use at a moment’s notice.

“Yup, never better. Luckily I planned for this, and we will bunk for the night around Lanayru Spring,” Twilight answered honestly as he pinched the sopping wet fabric.

“Lanayru Spring?Is that like Ordon Spring?” Sky asked, following behind as Twilight carefully went to the cannon.

“Pretty much, though this place gets a lot more traffic and worshippers than Ordon Spring,” Twilight answered, waving to Fyer as he passed.

Warriors grimaced, “We have to get you out of your armor, you smell like wet dog,”

Four’s grin was a little too wide for Twilight’s taste, “It’s probably just the wolf pelt!”

“Hey, what’s that?” Wild asked, skillfully pulling the conversation away and pointing to the Sky Cannon.

“That’s the Sky Cannon. I used it in my journey to travel up to the City in The Sky,” Twilight informed them as the group walked past it.

“Shad mentioned it, what’s it like up there?” Sky questioned curiously.

Twilight thought for a moment, “The air is very light up there, it was hard to catch my breath doing anything. I had to where my Iron boots everywhere so I wouldn’t just get flung off,”

“Sounds dangerous,” Sky noted.

“The view was worth it, if it wasn’t so out of the way from where we need to go I would be bringing y’all there instead,” Twilight finished as they came to the cave entrance.

Walking inside the spacious cavern, Twilight knelt on the outshoot stone. He remembered standing in that very spot, staring down Zant, getting the shadow crystal, and Midna getting injured severely. Hopefully this time will go better than the other times.

“Light Spirit Lanayru, it is Link of Ordon village. I was wondering if we could camp here for a while, under your protection from monsters that could be lurking,” Twilight spoke aloud to the waters.

At first nothing happened, but then a warm feeling settled over the Ordonian. It was light and airy, but filled with power. It was Lanayru’s presence and from what Twilight could feel the spirit was telling him ‘yes’. Even looking around the entire cave was brighter.

“Thank you, I promise we will clean up after ourselves,” Twilight said gratefully.

Just like that the presence faded and the cavern returned to a normal light. Turning around, the other Links were standing at the mouth of the cave, looking somewhat bored. They probably didn’t hear Twilight or realize Lanayru was nearby. Spirits after all don’t ever show their true selves unless in times of great peril.

As he walked back to the others who were quietly talking, the ones who glanced at him had to do a double take. In fact Hyrule lightly elbowed Wild who had his nose in his slate to look. Just the confused and curious looks he was getting from the others made Twilight warry.

“What?” Twilight asked slowing to a stop.

“Uhm- your markings- do they typically glow like that?” Sky asked, scratching his face.

“My markings are glowing?” Twilight repeated in disbelief.

Wild held up his Sheikah Slate and took a picture. Then he walked over and showed Twilight the picture, “See?”

Sure enough according to the picture, Twilight’s brandings were glowing a gold color. With the glowing all around his eyes it made his eyes almost an eerie gray. Something similar happened when he was surrounded by twilight magic, but it never happened before with light magic.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Twilight murmured, unconsciously touching the markings under his eyes.

Wild studied his mentors face, “Don’t worry it looks to be dying down already,”

Warriors looked amused as he asked, “So Glow Stick, I assume we can camp here for the night?”

Twilight glared at the Captain as he answered, “Yes, Lanayru gave us permission to rest here. We won’t need a watch tonight, no monster ever gets close to Lanayru’s Spring since my journey ended,”

“Wait ‘since’? So there is a possibility?” Four asked.

“Well I suppose, but that was when Lanayru was weakened and the monster was a particularly strong one, boss level strong,” Twilight told Four nonchalantly.

“Alright, well let’s set up camp, and get some shut eye,” Time interrupted, clapping his hands.

Setting up the camp was a fast and easy task to do. Twilight, once the fire was set up, changed into a more dry set of clothes and set his gear out to dry. Twilight was grateful that he dropped his bag before he saved Hyrule from the water, and that Time remembered to grab it.

The rest of the night was filled with idle chatter and good food. Twilight was not looking forward to the conversation tomorrow. He was not going to let them come with him into the Twilight Zone. Getting turned into a ‘divine beast’ or something worse is not what he ever wants the others to deal with.

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