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danioak7 · 3 years ago

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A Perfect Day

Heyo! This is Dani here! Finally posting one of my insert reader fanfics on here, and what could be a better way than to start with the first of 4 parts in my Jonathan Crane series! I’ll hopefully post up another random fanfic later on, but here’s part 1 of my A Perfect Life series. Hope you guys enjoy❤️

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“Johnny, c’mon! I’m sure your dad won’t mind.”

“I-I’m not sure, Y/N...”

She stopped running. She then turned to face him and grabbed his hands. She looked almost nervous. Her small problem was that she did this without thinking too much, and she never considered if Jonathan would be okay with this. She looked up into his eyes, and he could see her e/c eyes as clear as day. They were mesmerizing.

“Hey. If he gets you in trouble, I’ll be there to take the blame.”

“I-I don’t want you to do that. That doesn’t seem right.”

“I don’t care if it’s right; I’m not letting you be at fault for this. But if you don’t want to go...”

“N-No! No, I-I want to go. I really do, Y/N. Let’s just go.” If he was being honest, he really just wanted to spend more time with her. With her holding his hands, he felt safe. He wanted to be in a relationship with her so bad, but with his dad’s research picking up, he knew he couldn’t dare be with her. His father was already so hesitant about him going to school, so what would happen if he got a girlfriend?! But at this moment, he just wanted to be with Y/N. So that’s what he did; he stuck with Y/N.

“Really? O-Okay! Yeah! C’mon, it’s this way!” Y/N still held onto one of his hands as the pair raced from the front of the school towards the small town closest to the school. It wasn’t quite considered as being “in Gotham”, but it was a peaceful little town with a low crime rate, considering how heavy the crime was in the large neighbouring city. For a good bit, the teens were running. But Y/N eventually slowed down, because neither teen could successfully run very far. The entire time, Jonathan held her hand tightly. He was afraid that if he let go, then he’d lose her forever. They strolled through the small town just outside of Gotham, just enjoying each other’s company. She led him towards a pier, where there was a safety railing so people didn’t fall into the water. What she did next left Jonathan in awe...

She let go of his hand and ran up to the railing. She stood there holding onto it, and looking at the water and the sky with so much hope in her eyes. The wind blew lightly, and it softly lifted her h/l, h/c hair. Her skirt was blowing behind her in the wind, and her body language showed that she was at peace. The water in front of her was a deep, sparkling blue. The sky was filled with cotton candy shaped clouds, and was coloured a pale blue like the shirt he wore that day.

The breeze became a bit cold for her, so she shivered slightly. In an instant, Jonathan calmly took off his hoodie, walked towards her, and wrapped it around her. She was so grateful for the gesture. She even wrapped an arm around him, as she hoped he would stay beside her. He did indeed.

The pair started towards the open water ahead of them. It was such a calm time in both of their lives; it felt so weird, but in a good way. But the gears in Jonathan’s head were turning rapidly, just trying to figure out how to tell the sweet angelic girl beside him how he truly felt. To hell with what his dad thought; he wanted to be with her. And if that was the last thing that he would do, he’d be glad he did. Y/N on the other hand was in pure bliss. The boy she had fallen for all those years ago was in such close proximity to her, to the point where she could almost hear his heartbeat. She decided to lay her head on his shoulder, which startled the nervous boy.

“I’m sorry, Johnny! I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.”

“N-No! You’re good. Um, if you want to, you can put your head back there. I really liked it...”

“Oh, okay. I really liked it too.”

Once her head landed back on his shoulder, Jonathan pulled her slightly closer to him. His confidence had disappeared in an instant. But Y/N needed to say one more thing before they fell back to their comfortable silence:

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, Jonathan. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“M-Me too, Y/N. I think I’d be pretty lost.”

“You’d still be in the corner, alone at lunch,” the smaller one replied with a chuckle.

“That I would be. That I would be...” and with that, the pair fell back to their peaceful silence. But Jonathan’s head was still trying to figure out how on Earth he was gonna tell her that he felt all these feelings for her.

Bit by bit, his confidence came back. After a while, he did something that even took him by surprise: he lightly kissed Y/N’s forehead and muttered that he loves her. As soon as he did, his face turned an even darker shade of red (if it even could). Where did this come from?! He wasn’t even thinking straight. He started to panic, and wished he hadn’t said that out loud nor done anything at all. During his panic, the small girl looked up at him with large doe eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I-I don’t k-know what-“

“Shut up.”

“I- what?” That got his attention for sure.

“Shut up! You’re so nervous! Don’t be,” she lightly grabbed his chin so that he would look at her, and looked deep into his eyes. Her smile was huge, “because I love you too.”

His mind went blank. Absolutely blank. She loved him?! Oh god, his heart was soaring. He was on cloud 9. All his setbacks in this whole endeavour today had been because he was so nervous and stuck in his head. But all the things that led to something good were when he just shut off his mind, and followed his heart. So that’s what he did.

The lovestruck boy pulled the equally lovestruck girl closer to him, and repeatedly planted sweet kisses to her forehead. The pair were a smiling, blushing mess. But they didn’t care; they had each other. After the many kisses to her forehead, Jonathan mustered up the courage to plant a gentle kiss onto the beautiful girl’s lips. It was sweet and simple, that left the two of them wanting a little bit more. When the two teens pulled away, they instantly wrapped each other in a tight hug.

For Jonathan, he finally found someone to love him and not have the urge to use him for studying purposes. But for Y/N, she now had someone to call her own. She had always wanted someone who loves her unconditionally, and now she finally has that person: her best friend and now boyfriend, Jonathan Crane. And as they watched the cotton candy clouds shift and the sparkling water ripple, their souls intertwined. That single thing caused a symphony of endless love and adoration that rang through the air around them. No matter what would happen in the future, they’d face it together.

But that was all just a pleasant memory now. Now Jonathan sat in a cell in Arkham Asylum, with his back pressed against the wall and a photo in hand. He managed to sneak the photo in, and hide it any time someone came nearby. It was a photo that Y/N had taken that day: she held the camera in a selfie-like fashion, and it showed her with a giant smile. Jonathan was behind her, with his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her shoulder. He looked so lovestruck in the photo. He still was to this day. The poor boy still twitched with fear as he sat, but that photo- no, the sight of Y/N kept him calm.

She never visited. It was as though he didn’t exist anymore. He would never know if she just didn’t want to come, or if there was something blocking her path. But as long as he had the photo in his hand, he believed he’d be alright. Maybe not today, but maybe tomorrow. Or the next day, even.

“If I could just take us back to those days. If I had one wish, then I could just do that. You used to brighten every empty space, and the words ‘I love you’ replaced any doubt I had. Maybe time wouldn’t try to erase you from my mind. If you could only know that I’d never let you go, Y/N.”

The guard heard Jonathan’s ramblings, and went to check on him. The scared boy saw the infamous scarecrow figure instead, looming over top of him. As soon as the guard got close, he saw the photo. He grabbed it out of Jonathan’s hand, and marched back outside. In Jonathan’s eyes, he saw the scarecrow figure that he hated wrenching his hand open. Then he finally saw the guard, who proceeded to take the photo from the helpless boy. And with that, all his hope disappeared, and he was left completely alone.

“A-And the words ‘I promise, I’ll be back. I’m not leaving you’ r-ring through my head. I-I m-miss y-you Y/N…”

The broken shell of a hopeless boy was all that was left in that cell. And from that point on, there were few words he actually said. All that came from him now were screams.

#gotham #jonathan crane #gotham jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #charlie tahan

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gear-project · 3 years ago

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One Character versus THE ROSTER

This issue has been on my mind of late: the idea that people are so focused on one singular character in fighting games that that single character is what defines whether or not they like the game or not.

I hate to break it to most of you newcomers to fighting games, but... Ryu isn't the only character in Street Fighter.

Just like Sol Badguy isn't the only Guilty Gear character, or Baiken, or Chipp, or Jack-O', or even Elphelt.

I want you to understand something: hating on characters is just as bad as focusing on ONE singular character.

Now I get it, as fans we sometimes obsess over one particular character we relate to... I know there's plenty of people like that, I was like that once too when I was younger. I matured and grew out of it, though.

But nowadays everyone's so quick to be opinionated: I hate this character, that character sucks, this character's broken, I can't fight against this character, etc etc, whining endlessly.

I had an argument recently with someone about why they hated Xrd, and they always go on and on endlessly about why they hated Leo Whitefang as a character.

Let me ask you a VERY IMPORTANT question: unless said character is pure Paywall "Expensive" DLC... is the game preventing you from playing as that character? For any reason?

Even if you don't own the character, that's not necessarily a guarantee that someone might one day gift you some DLC for your Birthday/Christmas, whatever... right?

What's the difference between playing AS a character versus fighting AGAINST that character?

Have you ever really pondered that question?

Even in a mirror match, no two Leo Whitefangs are the same. Unless you're complaining about what color they picked, which is purely for aesthetics (and laughing, apparently).

But, even then, the playing field is more level than it will ever be in other situations.

Even if you have a hard time fighting against someone like Leo... playing AS Leo means you have the same advantages (and disadvantages) THAT HE DOES!

Brilliant!

But hey, I'm not saying it's a braindead counter-pick... you still have to learn how to use him just like any OTHER CHARACTER IN THE ROSTER... YOU STILL HAVE TO TAKE THE TIME TO LEARN THEM.

Even Sol Badguy, for as much time as people spend hating on him... Sol has been hated since the very first Guilty Gear... no one could beat him in Arcade Mode even... I mean c'mon, you guys need to seriously learn the game if you want to win.

But that's just it.

You need to learn the game. To STUDY the ROSTER.

Instead of bellyaching about what a character can do AGAINST you... learn what they can't do. Learn what weaknesses they DO HAVE.

"Why can't I win?" Simple: You don't know how to win. Learn HOW to win.

"Why can't I play the way I want to?" For as much freedom as Guilty Gear has afforded us over the years, Roman Cancels, Dead Angles, Charge Cancels, Instant Kills, Burst Overdrives, Forcebreak Abuse, even something as simple as jump cancels or Instant Airdash in someone's face... it takes a bit of creativity on your part to come up with something substantial.

But, it's your own fault if your Opponent can see right through it. Don't make it too obvious. Keep your Aces close to the chest, put on that Poker face.

If you're fighting someone who is more skilled than you, OF COURSE you're gonna have a hard time.

But that's the best time to ask questions: what CAN you do? What CAN'T you do? What SHOULD you do? How can you get sneaky?

"Why can't I have fun?" That BEGS the QUESTION: what is your definition of fun?

This all boils back in to my main topic: ENJOYING THE ROSTER AS A WHOLE.

Yeah sure, that one character is super strong, or that other character is annoying to deal with...

But they aren't the only characters worth spending your emotions and time on, are they?

How many characters can you say you've put in your pocket and studied? How many characters have you even TRIED?

Mmm, okay, yeah, some are difficult to learn at first... but I'd wager that once you pick up a key nuance of a particular character, all the pieces of how they play will fall in to place.

There is NO CHARACTER that is absolutely IMPOSSIBLE TO LEARN.

I'd actually state, that with GGStrive, most characters are boiled down to their most BASIC OF BASIC ELEMENTS. Some might argue they are TOO BASIC.

But learning the basics is always important. That's why they're called "Fundamentals".

Picking up a random character, pushing buttons, and exploring what they can do isn't hard at all.

The next question you need to ask is... how far do you want to go with this character?

Every character I've fought with always has a tough matchup or two... that goes for ANY character, and even the strongest characters (like Justice, or heck, Leopaldon), have situations they cannot handle.

But rather than dwell on the things they can't do... looking at everything they CAN do and handling the situation when its in your favor to WIN... is the most ideal outcome.

So why focus on the ROSTER instead of ONE CHARACTER?

In my case, I don't dwell on specific situations because that only happens with one or two events/situations. I like to look at the OVERALL SMELL OF THE GAME.

Yes, of course characters have a hard time in some situations... but it's when they SHINE in OTHER situations... situations that you've practiced for, situations you've studied... even situations you found were interesting. Studying the MATCHUP in other words: is where things become less "effort" and more "fun".

How many times have you abused a character who had a hard time against the character you picked? I'm sure it's a guilty pleasure to a lot of people. We can be just as brutal to people on the dishing end as we often complain about being on the receiving end.

But even THAT is a learning process, it's a learning experience for both the abusee, and the abuser.

Even if it looks like I'm "bored" kicking the bejeezus out of some poor loser who can't fight back... that's only what it looks like on the outside:

On the INSIDE, I'm expecting them to find a way to fight back. To turn the tables on my methods. To flip my strategies on their ear. To make my attempts at fighting look like I pushed the wrong button.

That's what META is... looking at the same situations over and over and seeing what different THINGS you can DO in those situations. How will you respond if you somehow manage to block Volcanic Viper? How will you respond if I were to wiff this attack?

But, again, THIS IS WHY THE ROSTER AS A WHOLE IS SO INTERESTING!

Why can't people SEE this????

Each character has their own responses to unique situations... and they can, in turn, create their own unique situations.

But you have to know how to handle those situations if you want to win.

The only other excuse you'd have for hating a character is if you hated their wardrobe and color choices... that's just a fashion opinion at the end of the day.

But, to me... it's not about winning... it's about enjoying each and every situation.

To enjoy the "world" of Guilty Gear, not just one person in it.

#My Motivational Speech of the Month!#GG Roster

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fan-fantasies · 4 years ago

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All My Fault

Request: Can I request a Steve rogers x reader where the reader and him don’t get along because he is old fashioned and she loves to flirt (playfully) with the other avengers, such as Sam and Bucky, and they hate each other until the reader is hurt on a mission and Steve feels responsible but they kiss?-@fortheloveofmarvel

A/N: I haven’t written for Steve in so long! Thank you for the request :) -Heather

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Violence and swearing

Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

“Buck! Pay attention!” Steve snapped at his friend. Bucky flashed you an apologetic smile before turning back to his weights. You sauntered over to Steve with a cocky smile playing on your lips.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Cap,” you chuckled.

“And what would I be jealous of exactly, (Y/N)?” He sighed.

“That I was giving James my attention instead of you. You’d rather it was you in my bed last night instead of him,” you said. He rolled his eyes and blew his whistle, signaling the start of sparring. He tried to pretend like what you said didn’t bother him.

“I wouldn’t want to be in your bed if it was the last bed on earth,” he said.

“Wow, good one, Steve,” you laughed. You brushed your hand along his arm as you watched by, sending a wink his way. He dragged his hand over his face in frustration. Bucky came over to see if Steve wanted to spar with him.

“Not that it’s any of my business, but are you sleeping with (Y/N)?” Steve asked. Bucky’s eyebrows shot to his hairline before sputtering out a loud laugh.

“What? Steve, are you crazy?” He asked. “She’s a gorgeous girl. Funny. Smart. Kick-ass in the field-”

“Is there a but here?” Steve cut him off.

“Buuuuut, she’s not my type,” Bucky said.

“Then why were you in her bed last night?” Steve asked. He hated that he was even asking but he wanted to know what was going on within the team. At least that’s what he told himself anyway.

“If I didn’t know you any better, Stevie, I’d say that you’re jealous.” Bucky smirked. “We were watching a movie and then I fell asleep there. Nothing else happened.”

“Ha! Me? Jealous? Not likely,” Steve scoffed.

“Whatever you say, punk,” Bucky replied. Steve didn’t even dignify him with a response, just tossed a glance your way before heading to the sparring mat with Bucky. He couldn’t ignore the sour taste in his mouth when he saw you and Sam playfully pushing each other around.

“You two, knock it off and get to sparring!” He yelled.

“You’re such a killjoy today, Stevie,” you pouted.

“Just today?” Sam asked, earning a loud laugh from you. Steve ignored the two of you, knowing it wasn’t worth the headache.

Practice eventually ended and you parted ways with the team to go shower and then you were planning to go shopping with Natasha. You checked in her room and when you didn’t find her there, you headed to the kitchen.

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere,” you gasped.

“Everywhere?” She asked.

“Well, you’re room at least,” you chuckled.

“Let me finish my smoothie then we’ll head out,” Nat told you.

“Where are you lovely ladies going?” Sam asked, walking in with Steve and Bucky in tow.

“Lingerie shopping. Maybe I can give you a little fashion show when we get back,” you smirked. Bucky whistled earning a glare from Steve.

“I hope I’m invited to this little show,” he said.

“No way, man. I don’t share,” Sam said.

“Can you guys stop before I lose my breakfast?” Steve snapped. Bucky put his hands up in surrender and Sam just shook his head.

“You can come too. Or maybe you’d prefer a private show, Captain?” You knew that you were getting on his nerves but it was too much fun to quit. You and Steve had a complicated relationship. You loved to tease him and he utterly despised you. He was more reserved than you and he seemed to find your differences revolting.

You had tried to level with him in the beginning by explaining that you were just flirty by nature and you meant no harm by it, but for whatever reason, he could never get over it. Since he wanted to keep that stick up his ass, you decided to get under his skin whenever you could. From this sprouted a very passionate relationship, just passionate in the wrong way.

“I only spend my time with respectable women,” he said. You were a bit offended at his comment but you didn’t let it show. Sam and Bucky winced while Natasha watched for your reaction.

“And that’s why you’ve been single for... your entire life?” You threw the dish towel that you had been anxiously playing with on the counter and grabbed your purse. “I’ll be waiting in the garage.”

“I’m right behind you,” Natasha said. She waited for the elevator ding to turn toward Steve. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, pretending like he didn’t know what she meant.

“You know what. You’ve been up everyone’s asses today, especially (Y/N)’s. And that last comment was uncalled for.”

“She’s right, man. You hurt her feelings. She was just messing around,” Sam said.

“She’s always messing around but you can’t seem to take a joke,” Natasha added. Nat said nothing more as she set her glass in the sink and left the room to go meet you in the garage.

“She’s a good girl, Steve. I don’t understand why you hate her so much,” Bucky said.

“I don’t hate her!” Steve defended himself.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Sam replied. Steve sat there in awkward silence, mulling over the reasons why he argued with you so often.

You were a flirt, it was in your nature. You never meant any harm by it and he knew that. Maybe it wasn’t so much the fact that you were flirting, but more-so that you were flirting with everyone instead of just him. He hated to admit it, but maybe there were some feelings of jealousy there. It never occurred to him that starting a friendship with you could’ve been beneficial, but he decided to push you away instead.

Shopping with Natasha was exactly the stress relief you needed. She assured you that Steve was just having a bad day and didn’t mean anything by his comment. You tried to push it to the back of your mind but it was eating away at you. You always thought that your banter back and forth was playful but you never would’ve thought that Steve didn’t think you were respectful.

You were planning on avoiding him for the rest of the day when you returned to the compound, but the bad guys had other plans. You were called on a mission almost as soon as you returned.

You suited up and made your way to the Quinjet where the team was already waiting. You expected some snippy comment from Steve but he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t even look at you when you took your seat.

You were briefed on the way there. It was your typical situation. Bad guys doing bad things and they needed to be stopped. The flight was a few hours so you tried to rest and focus your mind for the mission.

“We’re landing in ten,” Bruce called from the pilot seat. You all unbuckled and gathered your gear. You were usually paired with Bucky, but Steve wanted him with Sam on this one. Bruce was staying behind in case he was needed. You expected to be paired with Natasha, but Steve said she was with Tony which left you and Steve.

“We’re taking the east wing. There’s two corridors that split off then meet again at the end. I say we take one hallway then loop back through and see what we find.” He pointed to the map.

“We’ll save time if we split up,” you said starkly.

“That’s dangerous,” he sighed.

“I can handle myself. We split up then meet at the end,” you said. He wanted to argue but he held his tongue and simply nodded.

When the jet landed, you all went your respective ways. You and Steve found the east wing and it looked empty from what you could see. Steve took the left hall and you went to the right. Before splitting off he grabbed your arm.

“Be careful,” he said in a hushed voice.

“Yeah I know,” you snapped. “Let’s just get this over with. I know how much you hate spending time with me.”

Before Steve could respond, you were heading down the dark hallway. Steve just sighed and figured he would just have to discuss it with you later. He headed down his hallway, checking the rooms and finding them empty. He was about to reach the end of the hallway but something felt off. Everything was too quiet.

He expected to meet you at the end, but you weren’t there yet. He figured you had just found something that you wanted to get a better look at and tried not to worry. After a few more minutes he set off down your hall. He was about halfway down when he saw a light coming from a cracked open door. He peaked in and saw three men, two with guns and the other in a lab coat. He opened the door a tiny bit more when something caught his eye.

You were crouching behind a file cabinet, motioning for him to stop. You pressed your finger to your lips to silence him. His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out your plan. You put your finger on the trigger of your gun and began to move from behind the cabinet. Steve panicked and burst through the door. The men scrambled but one noticed you in the corner. He shot in your direction, missing twice, but Steve knew when he heard you scream that you’d been hit. He took down the other gunman while the scientist ran from the room.

You managed to take down the man who shot you before laying on the ground. Your hand put pressure on the gunshot that went through your shoulder. Steve ran toward you to help you but you yelled at him to go get the scientist.

“Sam’s already on it,” he told you. He scooped you up in his arms and began to run toward the exit. You had already lost a lot of blood and your vision began to go black.

“Steve,” you croaked.

“Stay with me, (Y/N).” He tried to keep you awake until you got back to the jet but you lost consciousness right before you got there. The rest of the team met you there after they had captured the scientist, sending out a relay team to pick him up.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, kneeling by your side. Bruce was working on patching you up for transport.

“What does it look like? She was shot!” Steve snapped.

“Why did she get shot?” Tony asked, looking at Steve.

“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. If I wasn’t such an asshole to her then she wouldn’t have wanted to split up. I shouldn’t have agreed to it anyway,” he rambled. He sat in the seat with his head between his knees. Nat sat next to him with a comforting hand on his back.

“She’s gonna make it, Steve. It’s a through and through shot and it didn’t hit any major organs,” she said. Steve just sighed and let his head rest in his hands while Bruce worked. Tony flew back to the compound.

You were stable when you arrived but still unconscious. You were rushed to the med-bay. Steve wanted to follow them but Tony stopped him.

“Go shower and change. I’ll keep an eye on her until you get there. It’s not your fault. Side effect of the occupation unfortunately,” he sighed. Steve didn’t want to leave you but he knew he needed to calm himself down.

He quickly showered and jumped into some clean clothes and practically sprinted down to the medical bay. As promised, Tony was sitting outside your room while the doctors checked you over. He sat down next to him and Tony placed a reassuring hand on his back.

“She’s gonna be alright. She’s tougher than she seems,” Tony said.

“I know she’s tough. I just feel so bad for how I’ve treated her and I know if I had been nicer to her she wouldn’t have wanted to split up today,” Steve sighed. Both of the men’s heads shot up at the sound of the door opening.

“How is she?” Steve asked, shooting out of his seat.

“We’ve patched her up and gave her a transfusion for the blood loss. She’s gonna need to sleep this one off and she has one hell of a recovery ahead of her, but she’s gonna recover as good as new,” Helen told them. Steve let out a tense breath he didn’t realize he had been holding in. Tony gave him a tight hug.

“I told you so,” he chuckled. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up and grab some food. You want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” Steve thanked him and patted him on the back. “Helen, can I sit in her room until she wakes up?”

“Of course, Captain,” she nodded. Steve quietly sat down in a chair next to your bed where you lay unconscious. You looked more peaceful now, being cleaned up and numbed. You heart monitor was steady and that relaxed Steve even more.

Eventually, he got lost in the steady rhythm of the monitor and he drifted off to sleep in the chair. He wasn’t sure how long he had been out when he heard a voice calling to him. At first, he thought he was dreaming. It wasn’t until something soft hit his head that he opened his eyes.

You were sitting up now, staring at him expectantly.

“I said, what are you doing here?” You asked. He looked around the room trying to remember where he was and why he was there. Guilt set in again once he fully came to.

“I wanted to make sure that you woke up alright,” he said.

“Well as you can see, I’m fine. I’m sure you have some captain-ly duties you have to get to,” you mumbled. He winced at your harshness but he knew it was well deserved.

“I’ll leave you alone if you want but I need to get something out first. I want to say that I’m sorry for how I treated you this morning. And every morning. Every afternoon and night. You didn’t deserve any disrespect from me. I can’t help but feel like it’s my fault that you got shot. If I had treated you better then you wouldn’t have wanted to go down separate halls and you wouldn’t have gotten shot.” Steve looked at you and waited with bated breath.

“Thank you for apologizing. I’ll admit that your comment this morning hurt but it wasn’t your fault at all that I got shot. I wanted to prove to you that I was capable of handling things on my own but I bit off more than I could chew. I should’ve called for backup but my pride got the best of me. How about we start over?” You suggested. Steve sat on the edge of your bed and smiled.

“I’d like that,” he said.

“And I’ll stop teasing you so much. I know you don’t like that sort of thing,” you told him. His face turned pink and he looked at the clock on the wall with great intensity.

“It’s not so much that I don’t like it, but more that I don’t like it being directed at other people too,” he mumbled.

“What do you mean, Steve?” You asked.

“I mean that you don’t have to stop flirting with me if you don’t want to but I don’t want to have to see you flirting with other people in front of me anymore.”

“Are you jealous, Steve Rogers?” You asked with a smirk. He twiddled his thumbs in his lap and refused to meet your eye.

“I’m not jealous,” he said under his breath.

“Steve, look at me,” you said. He hesitated but eventually looked up at you.

“You can just say that you don’t want me flirting with other guys because you like me,” you chuckled.

“Then yeah, that. What you just said,” he sighed. You laughed and shook your head.

“You’re impossible, Cap,” you said. “Can you move closer for a sec?”

“What for?” He asked. You rolled your eyes.

“Just come here.”

Steve scooted up the bed so he was right at your side. You grabbed his collar and pulled him even closer, pressing a peck to his cheek.

“Ask me on a date and I promise you’ll be the only guy I flirt with,” you said quietly. He looked at you with shock but didn’t detect any hint of joking in your eyes.

“Will you go to dinner with me some time?” He asked.

“I’d be honored, Steve,” you laughed. Your laugh was cut short when he pressed his lips to yours, only for a second but it was enough to make your heart stutter which showed on the monitor. You both laughed when you heard the blip.

“Probably shouldn’t do that while you’re hooked up to that thing,” he said.

“Probably not,” you agreed. He pressed one more kiss to your hand before standing up.

“I’ll go let Helen know that you’re awake and then I’ll grab us something to eat if you’re up to it,” he said.

“Of course. Thanks, Steve,” you smiled. He returned the smile before exiting the room, leaving you there smiling. You were happy. Sore but happy.

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For @agentsofchallenges : A Study in Socks and Subterfuge

(warning, this was hastily written and even more hastily edited... also TW for swearing, mention of death/‘crossing off,’ Hydra)

***

If it hadn’t been for a particularly muddy patch of Malta beach, Skye probably would have never known. She didn’t make a habit of looking at people’s feet, for one. Sure, you could tell a few things about a person from their shoes. She’d picked that trick up ages ago while living on her own – undercover cops all wore the same boots, people with money gravitated towards certain brands while people with less money than they were pretending to have gravitated towards other, that one brand of sneaker that ended up in donation bins more than the others – but she had thought she wouldn’t need it much now that she had gone legit at SHIELD. All the field agents they’d met so far had worn standard-issue SHIELD gear, and she didn’t need to check Coulson or Fitzsimmons’ shoes to learn what she needed to know about them. So she never expected to learn something about her SO from his feet.

They were back on the Bus after the Malta mission. She had flubbed in a few places (chickening out straight into a pool wasn’t her proudest moment), but overall she was pleased with what they had accomplished, and she was celebrating at the bar. Everyone else had retreated to their pods, or the cockpit, in May’s case, so it surprised her when Ward stomped into the room, scowling at a boot in his hand. He didn’t even realize she was there until he had nearly bumped into her.

“Do you usually take your boot for a drink after missions?”

Ward looked up, blinked, registered she was sitting just a few feet from where he had been rummaging around behind the bar.

“That’s classified information, Agent Skye.”

“You seriously can’t be telling me that your boot – your dirty, more than a little smelly, combat boot – has a higher clearance than me.”

Something softened slightly in his face. That had been happening more and more, now that they were spending so much time together, training. Skye had to admit it certainly was an ego boost to know that her wisecracking was starting to wear her SO down, bit by bit.

“I can’t get the damn beach mud off the toe,” he admitted, holding it out for her to see. There was a miniscule patch of greying mud near the toe that she probably would never have noticed. “I was looking for some distilled water to help. I think the minerals in the stuff we keep in the tanks is strengthening the dirt molecules or something.”

“I’m gonna check with Fitzsimmons, but I’m pretty sure that’s not how water – or mud – works,” Skye smirked. “It’s just a little bit of dirt. It’ll flake off in a day or two.”

“It’s critical that a SHIELD agent’s gear is in top condition at all times,” he said sharply, snapping back into SO mode. “Consider that a bonus lesson for today.”

“I don’t even have gear,” Skye shot back playfully, undaunted by his cold shift in demeanor. She was getting used to his moods. She sighed, got up from her seat and came around to help him look.

Oddly, Ward backed away as she rounded the bar, and tried to hide his leg from view. He wasn’t quite fast enough.

“What’s—Are you hurt?” Skye jumped forward, ready to inspect for damages and delighted at the opportunity to get on his case a little. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a wound she found. It was—

“I swear to god, if you laugh,” Ward warned, “I’ll throw you out of this plane and call it parachute practice.”

“Where did you get those socks?” Skye asked, biting down hard on her lip to keep from cracking up. The foot that wasn’t encased in a boot was clad instead, unmistakably, in a thick, woolen sock adorned with brightly-colored polka dots.

“I’m serious, Skye, jump school is about to be in session.”

“They’re just so… not you,” she grinned. “All fun and colorful and warm. Oh my god, they’re like anti-Grant Ward socks.”

“They’re not anti-Grant Ward socks,” he protested. “They’re socks. My socks. My Gramzy made them for me, if you must know.”

“Your Gramzy?” Skye had managed to reign in the urge to laugh, but the smile was still there. “That’s really sweet, actually.”

“I know you think I’m a cold, boring guy,” Ward sighed, “but it’s my job as an agent, as your SO, to be like that. I’m not always on the clock, though. Sometimes…” he hesitated. “Sometimes I’m a guy who wants to wear something cozy that his Gramzy made for him. Sometimes I’m a guy who likes spotted socks.”

“That is… definitely good to know,” nodded Skye, still smiling in disbelief. “You’ve got layers. I see you, Grant Ward.”

“Don’t read too much into it,” he warned. Skye could see him fighting a smile of his own, though, and she knew she had cracked him, just a little bit. Her SO was a warm and fuzzy spotted sock kind of guy. Well, a secret one at least.

***

Grant Ward was having a good day. Hydra had successfully taken down SHIELD in dramatic fashion, he had reunited with Garrett for real, crossed off Victoria Hand, and managed to maintain his cover with Coulson’s team. A great day, really, when you thought about it. Until, that is, he went to pack his bag for the trip to whatever secret base Coulson’s team had managed to stumble into.

“Damn it,” he hissed, yanking the zipper of his duffle shut.

“What?” called Garret from the shadowy side of the room. “You’re not blown are you? Because I trained you better than to blow your cover from a distance.”

“No, I forgot the spotted socks.”

“The what?” Garrett wore an expression of amused incredulity.

“The spotted socks. It was a tactic to soften Skye to me. She was a loose canon, and an unpredicted factor on the team. I had to come up with some creative ways of getting her to trust me.”

“You won the heart of the doe-eyed hacker with a pair of socks?”

“I pretended like she accidentally caught me wearing this god-awful pair of socks. Horrible, spotted things. Acted all embarrassed, told her they were from my grandmother.”

“And she bought that?” Garrett asked.

“Hook, line, and sinker,” Ward smirked. “I think it played into the idea she wanted to have of me. Tough guy with a secret heart of gold inside.”

“Well, that’s disgusting,” scoffed Garrett. Both men shared a laugh at that. At the naïveté and stupidity of the sheep Ward had so successfully shepherded straight into Garrett’s hands over these last few months.

“Do you need the socks to get back in?”

“No,” Ward decided. “I can play the loss for leverage. She likes it when I’m vulnerable about my family.”

“Good,” Garrett said. “Go. Use it. Report back when you have the drive.”

“Yessir.”

***

Skye wasn’t too proud to admit she was relieved to see him limp through the door of Providence. He looked terrible, bloodied and bruised and beyond exhausted, but at least he was alive. His news wasn’t great, either. Garrett, gone. Victoria Hand, dead. Hydra, heads still growing back at an alarming rate. But at least he was safe, at least he was here. She knew it was a bad idea, but Skye had grown… fond of Ward the last few weeks. Not that she was ready to marry the guy or anything ridiculous like that, but still, the kiss in the supply closet had been… nice. Nicer than she was expecting. She had no idea what it meant, or where it might lead, but at least Ward was still here, living and breathing, and they could figure it all out once things calmed down.

They finally got a minute alone hours later, once Ward had gone through the trippy lie-detector and gotten his official lanyard from Koenig. Skye was giving him the tour of the base, ending with the corridor where the bunks were waiting.

“We didn’t have time to bring much along,” she explained, showing him the empty room. “And we were traveling on foot through the snow, so we had to pack light.”

“It’s fine,” he said flatly. “I wasn’t expecting cushy accommodations. We have bigger things to worry about. Hydra’s out there. We should be spending our time working to stop them, opening up that hard drive. The hominess of my bunk is pretty much the lowest thing on my priority list.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” Skye told him, teasing. She tugged open the drawer from the wall and proudly brought forth her prize.

“You brought my socks.” Ward looked shocked. Totally caught off-guard. Skye didn’t know what to make of it.

“Well, yeah,” she said, offering him a half-smile. “You barely have any personal items in your bunk on the Bus to begin with, but I knew… I knew these were important to you. Plus, I wanted to give you something to help you remember the other side of you. The fluffy one. The world’s falling apart, everything sucks, Hydra’s back, but… you can still be a polka-dot sock guy, if you want to.”

“Spotted,” Ward breathed, taking the socks lovingly. “They’re spotted socks.”

“Okay,” Skye conceded. “Spotted. Whatever. I just don’t want you to cut yourself off from the guy who wears his grandma’s socks. There’s a lot to process right now, and we’re all feeling like we failed—”

“Because we did, Skye.”

“But that doesn’t mean we have to lose the parts of ourselves that still make us human,” Skye insisted, cutting him off. She reached out and took his hand. “SHIELD is down, but it’s not out. And SHIELD needs real, human people, people who have families and feelings and wear goofy socks, to keep fighting. Not cold, slithering squid Nazis.”

***

Sometimes in life, people surprise you. Sometimes a person who seemed cold and prickly has something warm and nurturing hiding underneath. Sometimes that person turns out to be a mentor, a friend. Agent May had surprised her in that way. Other times people surprise you by turning out to be disgusting, murderous traitors, and the guy you thought might be your first real shot at a boyfriend since you dumped stupid Miles turned out to be one of those slithering squid Nazis you had recently dedicated your life to fighting.

Honestly, Skye wasn’t too upset about losing her opportunity with Ward. He would have been a pain in the ass to date, way too controlling and buttoned up. Plus the combined murderer-Hydra thing was a big draw back. Mostly she was upset with herself for falling for him. For falling for his absurd tricks. She was usually so good at reading people, at trusting her instincts about people. She had been duped by him so easily, and frankly, it was embarrassing.

That was why, after Centipede had been squished, Garrett evaporated, the Petersons reunited, she had found herself outside Providence, building up a roaring bonfire in the Canadian wilderness. It was why, once the flames had gotten hot enough, she and Simmons had set to work systematically erasing all traces of Grant Ward from their history and their base. It was why the first thing to go up in smoke was an ugly, garish pair of spotted woolen socks.

#agents of shield #aos gwssam challenge

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xxcxcs-blog · 3 years ago

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Everything You Need to Stock an at-Home Bar

So you finally found the bar cart of your dreams, and you’ve loaded it up with your favorite liquor. While those are two very important steps to curating an at-home bar, to really make your setup recall that of your favorite watering hole, you’re going to want to add some barware and cocktail equipment. But that can be an intimidating task, especially if you’ve had more experience drinking cocktails than making them. The good news is that you don’t have to spend a lot of money. “Most people in their home bar really don’t need that many tools,” advises Joaquín Simó, a partner at New York City’s Pouring Ribbons who was named Tales of the Cocktail’s American Bartender of the Year in 2012. “I say you start with the absolute basics and concentrate on the things that you like to use.”

If you’re in a pinch, Martin Hudak, a bartender at Maybe Sammy, says you can always use bartender tools you may already have on hand: “For your shaken cocktails, you can use empty jam jars or a thermos flask. For measuring, spoons and cups, and for stirring, any spoon or back of a wooden ladle.” But Stacey Swenson, the head bartender at Dante (which currently holds the No. 1 spot on the World’s 50 Best Bars list), notes that if you’re going to put stuff on display, you might want gear that’s both practical and stylish. “You want something that’s functional and also something that’s pretty,” she says. “If you’re putting it on your bar cart, you kind of put on a show for your guests.” With the help of Simó, Hudak, Swenson, and 28 other experts, we’ve put together the below list of essential gear for any cocktail-lover’s home bar.

Editor’s note: If you want to support service industry workers who have been impacted by the coronavirus closures, you can donate to the Restaurant Workers’ Community Foundation, which has set up a COVID-19 Crisis Relief Fund, or One Fair Wage, which has set up an Emergency Coronavirus Tipped and Service Worker Support Fund. We’ve also linked to any initiatives the businesses mentioned in this story have set up to support themselves amid the coronavirus pandemic.

According to Simó, all shakers “technically do the same thing, and there are very cheap and very nice versions,” so there’s really no superior option when it comes to function. That said, many professional bartenders use Boston-style shakers, which are basically two cups that fit into each other and form a tight seal to keep liquid from splashing all over you. “If you want to look like a bartender at Death & Co. or PDT, and you want the same kit, then you’re probably going to go metal-on-metal,” or “tin-on-tin,” Simó notes. Six of our experts recommend these weighted tin-on-tin shakers — which come in a range of finishes, including copper and silver — from Cocktail Kingdom, a brand that nearly every bartender we spoke to praised for its durable, well-designed barware. Grand Army’s beverage director, Brendan Biggins, and head bartender, Robby Dow, call this “the gold standard” of shaking tins. “Behind the bar, there’s almost nothing worse than shaker tins that don’t seal well or don’t separate easily,” explains Krissy Harris, the beverage director and owner of Jungle Bird in Chelsea. “The Koriko Weighted Shaking tins seal perfectly every time and easily release,” she says. And because they’re weighted, they’re less likely to fall over and spill.

For some people, a two-piece setup like the above shakers might be tricky to use comfortably. “Say you’re a petite female — if you have very small hands, then maybe using a Boston-style shaker may be a little harder,” explains Simó. In that case, a cobbler shaker may be the better choice, because it’s smaller than a Boston-style shaker and thus easier to hold. The other convenient part of a cobbler-style shaker is that the strainer is already built into the lid, so you don’t necessarily have to spring for an additional wine tools. Karen Lin, a certified sommelier, sake expert, and the executive general manager of Tsukimi, suggests this shaker from Japanese barware brand Yukiwa. “The steel is very sturdy, and the shape fits perfectly in my hands,” she says. “It is also designed well so you can take it apart easily to clean.”

You know how James Bond always ordered his martinis shaken, not stirred? Well, if you were to ignore Mr. Bond’s order and make a stirred martini — or any other stirred cocktail, like a Negroni or a Manhattan — you’d set aside the shaker to use a mixing beaker instead. A mixing beaker is essentially a large vessel in which you dump your liquors and mix your drink. And though you can purchase handsome crystal ones for hundreds of dollars, both Simó and Swenson agree that they’re kind of superfluous for a basic bar kit. “I don’t think you should spend any more than $25 on a mixing glass,” says Swenson. Harris agrees, saying that since they are the most broken item behind the bar, you should stick to a well-priced option like this mixing glass from Hiware that “doesn’t have a seam, so it’s stronger and very attractive.”

One of Simó’s hacks to getting a glass mixing beaker for not that much money is to use the glass piece from a French press, which is something else you might already own. If you want a dedicated one for your bar cart (that could serve as a backup for your French press), he says you can buy a replacement glass like this one, which has a capacity that is particularly useful if you’re making drinks for a lot of people. “I generally will take one or two of the big guys with me when I’m doing events, because then I can stir up five drinks in one, and it’s really convenient,” Simó explains.

According to Paul McGee, a co-owner of Lost Lake in Chicago, “finding vintage martini pitchers is very easy, and they are perfect for making large batches of cocktails.” Plus, they’ll look more visually striking on your bar cart. This one is even pretty enough to use as a vase when it’s not filled with punch. The photo shows the pitcher next to a strainer, but you’re only getting the pitcher for the price shown.

If you’re making a stirred drink, a mixing or bar set spoon is also necessary. “Three basic styles exist: the American bar spoon has a twisted handle and, usually, a plastic cap on the end, the European bar spoon has a flat muddler/crusher, and the Japanese bar spoon is heavier, with a weighted teardrop shape opposite the bowl,” explains Joe Palminteri, the director of food and beverage at Hamilton Hotel’s Via Sophia and Society. None of our experts recommended specific American-style bar spoons, but Simó told us that one of his favorite Japanese-style spoons is this one made by bartender Tony Abou-Ganim’s Modern Mixologist brand. “It’s got a really nice, deep bowl to it, which means you’re able to measure a nice, level teaspoon” without searching through your drawers, according to him. Simó continues, “The little top part of it has a nice little weight to it, but it’s not too bulky. So it gives you a really nice balance as you’re moving the mixing spoon around,” making your job a little easier.

Should your at-home bartending require a lot of muddling, Swenson recommends getting a European-style spoon like this, which he says will still allow you to stir while eliminating the need to buy a dedicated muddler. “You can actually use the top of the spoon to crush a sugar cube if you wanted to for your old-fashioned. I have one of those, so I don’t have to have two tools; I’ve got both of them right there.”

You don’t necessarily need a strainer if you’re using a cobbler shaker, since it’s already got a strainer built into the lid. But if you’re using a Boston-style shaker, you should get what’s called a Hawthorne strainer to make sure the ice you used to chill your drink doesn’t end up in your glass and dilute the cocktail. Three experts recommend this one, including Lynnette Marrero, the beverage director of Llama Inn and Llama-San and the co-founder of Speed Rack, who says it’s her absolute favorite because “it is light and easy to clutch and close correctly.” If you choose to buy this Hawthorne strainer, Simó also recommends getting “the replacement springs that Cocktail Kingdom sells,” telling us they’re a good way to give a worn-out strainer a face-lift. “They’re really, really nice and tight, and you can generally slip them into any Hawthorne strainer that you have.”A jigger is what you use to measure the liquor into the shaker or mixing glass. A hyperfunctional, albeit nontraditional-looking, option is the mini measuring wine decante from OXO. “I know some bartenders, including the ones at Drink in Boston, one of the best bars in the country, swear by those graduated OXO ones because they love the ability to read them from both the sides and the top,” explains Simó. “You can measure in tablespoons or ounces or milliliters, and it’s all on the same jigger.” Part-time bartender Jillian Norwick and Ward both love it too and keep the stainless steel version on hand (which looks a little nicer when left out). Noriwck adds that she’s in good company: “The peeps at Bon Appétit love it.”This fancy-looking jigger combines the functional appeal of the OXO measuring wine glass (it’s basically a cup that grows wider to accommodate different amounts of liquid) with the aesthetic appeal of a classic bar tool. It also makes measuring a snap: “This handy measuring bar table and stools is super-easy to use and enables the imbiber to essentially build all the ingredients of a drink in one go,” says Confrey.If you’re going for a more classic look but still want something practical, Simó recommends this double-sided metal jigger that has a one-ounce cup on one side and a two-ounce cup on the other. The one-ounce side on this strainer also has a half- and three-quarter-ounce lines etched into it to make it even more precise. “That gives you a lot of wiggle room” and will allow you to measure for most basic cocktails, Simó says. “From there, you really just have to learn what a quarter-ounce looks like in there, and you’re pretty much good to go.”

Biggens, Dowe, and Swenson prefer a Leopold jigger, which has a unique bell shape (with one bell holding an ounce, and the other two ounces) as well as lines etched on the inside marking both quarter- and half-ounces. “They’re really easy to hold and they have some weight to them,” Swenson adds. “Somebody who’s not really experienced using a jigger is going to be fine with something with a little bit more weight to it. And they look cool.”

Though it’s easy to want to get a different type of glass for every type of drink you make, that’s really unnecessary when you’re first starting out. According to Simó, “You can make 90 percent of drinks into a good, all-purpose cocktail glass like a rocks or a collins glass.” (While this section contains our bartenders’ favorite glasses, if you want to shop around, you can find most of these styles at various price points in our list of the best drinking glasses.) A collins — or highball — glass is the one that looks like a chimney, and generally you’re looking for something that’s about 12 ounces, like these collins glasses from bartender-favorite brand Cocktail Kingdom. “You don’t want a 16-ounce Collins glass because you’re going to be hammered after your second Tom Collins,” advises Simó.

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bebaexoexo · 4 years ago

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Shit Oh Sehun did only in the first half of 2019

because I gave up and this list is way too long already why is this boy such a mess also it's not basically 2021

His team in exo arcade kept losing so he sulked (baby had to be comforted by his hyungs)

Refused to wear potective gear and made his hyungs worry

Acted cute as a punishment for losing exo arcade

Billboard master sehun

Somehow convinced ksoo to wear a cute birthday hat

Boyfriend insta live with ksoo on his birthday

Red suit at smtown wow

EXO LADDER ANTICS (@exo2018subs youre doin great things for the fandom uwu)

"There are no cameras here... are there cameras here?" Says in a room full of cameras

Jongdae "shrimp fishing"

Sehun "sehun fishing?"

Cuddles his giant self on baekhyuns tiny shoulders

LA Vacation time with suho

Kai KNEADING sehuns knee on tv

ROUGEFASHIONBOOK

PCY "Sehun-ah"

Sehun "whose this?"

Convinces the members to take a punishment because he just wants them to

Members "why should we?"

Sehun "because youre my members"

Sehuns laugh

Chanyeol gave up his solo stage because he wanted to perform 'we young' w/ hunnie

Ksoo wants to travel with hunnie more ahhh

"Ive told exo-ls this before, 'i hope that you all will find what you want', and that's what I wanted to say to the hyungs too"

MADAME FIGARO

Constant insta lives of him being VIVIs dad

Sehun throughout Coffee friends 'i love this, i like this, this is nice yea i like thi-'

Vivi *ignoring him in every livestream*

Sehun 'oh wow so handsome. Guys vivi is so great look at him'

Sehun *finally joins the ladder*

The rest of exo *standing ovation*

Sehun *sees his hyungs* *rolls on the ground*

'I like it fairy' on Coffee friends

Ate half the tangerines he was supposed to peel on Coffee friends

Couldnt understand why everyone wanted a big fancy room to themselves as a reward on Exo ladder

Won the biggest fanciest room for himself

Desperarely begged members to sleep with him, too scared to sleep by himself

'Anyone who wants to sleep with me has to jump in the water'

'Ksoo hyung if you jump into the water you can have my bed'

'Ah im going crazy x1000'

'Guys im really scared. Are you sleeping on your own? Can you do it?'

'Okay rock paper scissors and the winner sleeps with me'

'IM GOING HOME THEN'

Finally suho gave in coz he felt bad for his little baby. i cant hes too much

Used pool water to tidy his hair, baekhyun 'wahh a real man'

'I have a feeling ill win 300 000won, I know it, everyone watch me I just know wow'... wins the least amount of food allowance

Pretend to know all about deers at a deer farm but then started screaming and running away scared as soon as they got close

Members kept stealing his answers in capture the moment so he just melted into the sofa, stomping his foot, screaming at the camera. RIP Hint Fairy

After begging someone to sleep with him...

Sehun @ Suho: 'I'm sorry but dont touch me or I'm sending you to the floor' *play fighting* 'ah fuck it I love you'

'I suddenly want to become a fish"

Suho 'whales are so smart...they have IQ of about 60-90... very similar to Sehun I think' *que Sehun pulling faces and making noises at the whales*

Bet all his allowance in order to get wanton noodles -> lost, and then bet 2 wishes (pds make him do whatever) and lost twice more... left with nothing

Starts drinking from bath pools just because they're called wine and beer

Okay but Sehun just being an actual child playing the pools in exo ladder and laughing and messing around just warmed my heart so much

Pranked poor leader Suho by constantly putting shampoo in his hair while he was showering. Suho ended up trying to wash it out for half an hour like 'why wont the shampoo stop!?'

When the activity and healing team split on the last day of Exo ladder... 'even without Chanyeol and Jondae theres not much of a difference' LOL

Kai 'sit down and cook the food'

Sehun 'you know I have a standing up illness'

Kai 'attention seeking illness?'

Sehun 'yes'

Suho delivering a very deep and emotional reflection, Sehun falls asleep

LADDER

Sehuns charming points according to xiumin 'tall, handsome and cute'

New nickname 'Chip' aka little baby teacup

Giggly cute reuinion with Mina @ seoul fashion week

Brought his most expensive champagne for xiumins housewarming

Starts appreciating cooks after 25 years of life just because he made tteokbokki one time

Another insta V Live with VIVI or just... Vi coz half of vivis fluff was shaved off

Went to support JD for his solo with ksoo hyung

Recommended Peter Pan to Exo-L's for their 7th anniversary

Spends ages looking at sunglasses and posing in a shop but leaves with a lollipop

Q: 'Whats Exo-L to Exo?'

Sehun: 'if y0u kNoW iT alr3Ady tHen why'Re you asKinG'

According to Chen, Sehun is the driving force of Exo uwu

Won 'overseas male artist' @ the weibo awards

Omg but Ohsehunbars birthday project for sehun. A party at an aquarium WITH MERMAIDS

Sehun:

EXO-L:

Coex artium for sehuns birthday: (눈_눈)

Solo choki performance at dne's concerts

Topped "April 2019 Netizens Favourite Magazine Cover" hosted by Weibo for his Cosmopolitan China cover

SHIRTLESS SEHUN IN THE HAWAII PHOTOBOOK

Okay but OT9 being together on Xiuweet time did something to my heart

When asked to say something to xiumin as a goodbye 'I have a soft heart so I'll probably cry too'

Sehun cracking jokes and being a strong little brother for a stadium full of sobbing fans and hyungs

Volunteered at a children's home, Sunduk Home, for children's day and danced to Love Shot

UM APPARENTLY EXO-CS IS HAPPENING?

*uploads an Exo-CS spoiler on instagram*

Yeol: 'ya take that doing the company's gonna scold us'

Sehun being a lil bitch: 'no turning back now'

Okay but EXO-CS IN WKOREA!?

Chanyeol uploads a picture of him and Sehun from WKorea...

Sehun 'if you upload a picture of my face without my permission you'll be in trouble'

Met Donald Trump

Joint dad live streams with chanyeol and their sons Toben and vivi

Just Sehun with meerkats and racoons

Was supposed to cook with chanyeol but kept eating all the ingredients instead

Username 'Sehuns Anus' makes a 2019 comeback

#exo #sehun #exo k #kyungsoo #baekhyun #exo vine

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megalodon-writes · 4 years ago

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Ah okay thank you!! May I request headcanons of bokuto, sugawara, kuroo, nishinoya and semi (separately) staying in with their s/o during lockdown - how does their day look like? what activities do they come up w during quarantine? etc. Bonus for fluff and romantic themes ❤️

Of course! Thank you for asking ❤️ okay but can you imagine the chaos of all 5 of those guys being together during quarantine?? Comedy GOLD. Also I would love being in isolation with all of these guys. all of them. 💖 also I just wanna say that they all would 100% be very aware of the situation and be respectful about being safe. I hope you have a good day/night!!

Headcanons for how Bokuto, Sugawara, Kuroo, Nishinoya, and Semi are in quarantine!

Bokuto

He would be super excited about the whole thing. Spending time with his baby?? Down.

While everyone was stocking up on tp and water he was busy grabbing crayons and fake flowers. He would be so excited to make flower crowns and a bunch of inside activities!!!

That scene in spiderman homecoming where peter does all the things and he was only there for like 20 minutes? Yep. Bokuto would last about 40 minutes and then get depressed and stare longingly out the window like dogs do

You guys go on nature walks/ hikes all the time. Inside is for when the sun isn’t visible

He also still sticks to his exercise routine, but this time he includes you - pushups with you under him, lifting you instead of weights… though usually it would end in some n i c e kissing

BONUS: He would teach you how to play volleyball/if you already knew you’d run drills together

Sugawara

Puzzles! You guys would do puzzles. The more pieces the better

Suga sticks his tongue out slightly when he thinks really hard while doing them - it’s honestly adorable and when you commented on it he just blushed like mad

He also would cook all the time. He found old cookbooks while cleaning once and tries to make new things every day he’s really good at it

You guys do go outside but I could see the two of you having a dog, so you go to parks and play around with the pup

Really deep conversations. You get to know Suga more than you had ever learned before

BONUS: aight listen, out of all of these boys he would be the one to be like ‘so you know, we could just happen to have a baby 👉👈’

Kuroo

Forts. You basically construct the most incredible fortress because Kuroo brought home a lot of cardboard from work and you have a million blankets/pillows

You watch documentaries all the time - especially if it’s science ones

Normally you would find it boring but he gets so excited that you just love watching him learn things

You guys would make out all the time or at least cuddle. The mans is touch starved okay - also lazy mornings. you get out of bed at 2 pm

Whenever you guys watch movies together and characters do anything slightly suggestive or kiss or anything like that… he just gives you a side glance accompanied with a smirk

BONUS: You guys start a tik tok/ youtube channel and people love you

Nishinoya

Hand stand contests

Rearranges everything specifically so he would be able to practice moves though then he just ended up laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling while mumbling about his role in the universe

You guys like to gather a bunch of random gear and just go ‘get lost’ in the woods

He loves being the little spoon when y’all cuddle. change my mind, I dare you

THIS GUY LMAO he would make you do a fashion show of all your clothes and his he thinks he’s being smug but he ends up hyping you up so much

BONUS: He writes you poetry and it’s not very good you love it. example:

‘today was another day of doing nothing I love spending time with you because you’re cute I just wanna do something Maybe you, my sweet fruit’

Semi

Home concerts. I’m not sure what instrument he plays but he does it very well and thus serenades you - also wrote you a song

He convinced you and your friends to all meet in an empty parking lot, park about 15 feet from each other, and BLAST MUSIC aka dance party

He also would like to be inside, but for some reason he knows about this secret river and you guys go swimming there

At night he’s actually really caring and would just lay there cuddling you... but he would mumble a lot of compliments. ie. ‘you’re so pretty.’ ‘you looked really cute while swimming’ ‘i love your voice’

HA - you guys watched a couple rom coms and he has made it his life goal to make you swoon like the girls do

BONUS: He secretly loves sewing?? he made you an incredible outfit that you wore as often as you could. also you guys have matching pajamas

#bokuto #sugawara #kuroo #nishinoya #semi #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #headcanons #bokuto headcanons #sugawara headcanons #suga #kuroo headcanons #semi headcanons #haikyu #haikyu!!#haikyuu headcanons

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miraculous-ladybug-bitches · 4 years ago

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Summer Days

12 years old

Marinette sat at a table with 4 others.

The female blonde grins at her and says, “Hi. My name is Chloe!”

Marinette smiles back just as brightly. “I’m Marinette!”

“Nino!”

“Alya!”

“Adrien.”

Alya looks around. “Guess we’re stuck together.”

Chloe looks around and wrinkles her nose when she sees a kid shove mud down another’s shirt. “Definitely could be worse is all I’m saying.”

Alya snorts. “You're telling me.”

Nino looks around. “Our table is pretty nice.”

Mariette looks around the large camp. “It’s kind of a big camp. Pretty sure I’ll end up in the archery range instead of the bathroom at least once.”

Adrien suddenly lights up. “Why don’t we share numbers in case we get lost?”

They all quickly type in their numbers into one another’s phones.

“So what are you guys like?” Nino asks.

“My parents run a prestigious bakery. But I’m a fashion designer,” Marinette says.

“My mom works as the head chef at a very important resteraunt. I’m an up and coming reporter,” Alya proudly declares.

“My dad’s a fashion designer and I’m a model,” Adrien says.

Marinette gasps. “I knew you looked familiar! You’re related to Gabriel Agreste. And you!” Marinette says, pouting at Chloe. “You’re the mayor’s daughter, aren’t you?”

Chloe chuckles awkwardly. “Yeah. But I want to become a lawyer.”

“That’s pretty cool!” Nino exclaims. “My dad’s a DJ and I’m taking after him.”

Everyone chatters for a bit till their table gets their cabin number.

“This seems like it’ll be a fun year.” Alya chirps.

Everyone nods in agreement.

13 years old

“Look who it is, the great Chloe Bourgeois,” Alya said dramatically, bowing down.

Chloe turns and squeals in delight, running to tackle Alya in a hug.

Alya laughs and hugs her back. “We’ve been texting all year, dude.”

“That’s not the same as being in person,” A voice says from their left.

The two girls turn and see Marinette grinning with Nino and Adrien by her side.

“Guess who all are still in the same cabin?” Nino sing songs.

Chloe’s jaw drops “Really?”

Adrien smiles. “Oh, yeah.”

Marinette seems to rembarrer something, her mood dampening.

Alya notices right away. “Marinette? What happened?”

Marinette sighs. “I forgot to tell you but….my PARENTS GOT A JOB WORKING AT THE MAYOR’S OFFICIAL PARTY BAKERS!” Marinette screams.

Chloe screams with her the two girls hugging.

Alya smirks, pushing up her glasses. “Well,my mother got a job at his restaurant.”

Nino looks a bit lost but says,”My fam got a house near the mayors.”

Adrien snaps his fingers and points at Nino’s. “3 Florence street.”

Nino gaped at him. “How did you-”

Adrien grins. “That’s my neighbors house that just got sold!”

“Wait, so we’ll all be close to each other?” Chloe asks.

“Yup!” Marinette says, popping the p.

“You know it, girl!” Alya says, making everybody laugh.

They make their way to the cabin they recognized from last year.

14 years old

Nino opens the cabin door and laughs.

“Really guys? Again?” Nino says, flopping on his bed from the past two years after he sees the rest of the group.

“That best not be disappointment or we’re gonna have words,” Alya teases.

Adrien laughs at him from the bunk above him.

“Where’s Mari?” Nino asks.

Chloe waves off the question. “She went to go to the bathroom.”

Adrien snickers at a memory. “Remember when she got stuck in the archery range instead of the restroom?”

“She called it, man. She called it,” Nino affirms.

Alya nods thoughtfully. “She did, didn’t she?”

That exact moment, Marinette threw open the door but immediately hurried to shut it.

“We. Have a problem,” Marinette hisses.

Everyone stares at her.

“The fact that you may have broken the door?” Chloe says, pointing out the rattling hinge.

Marinette rapidly shakes her head. “No! They started the paintball tournament without us!”

Alya gasps in outrage as Adrien falls off top bunk. Nino tries to stand but hits his head on the top bunk and Chloe throws her magazine to the floor with an outraged, “What!”

“What are you waiting for, people, let's go!” Marinette yells, ushering everyone out.

They forgot to wear the gear and were covered in bruises for the rest of camp.

15 years old

“Spill,” Alya demands.

Marinette flushes. “I think I might have a tiny, itty, bitty crush on Adrien.”

Chloe immediately opens her hand and looks expectantly at Alya. “You owe me twenty bucks, Nancy Drew.”

Alya scowls and mutters a ‘bitch’ but gives her the money.

Marinette looks appalled between the two. “You bet on me liking Adrien!”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Of course not. We bet on when you would fess up. Now Alya has to, too”

Alya folds her arms over her chest. “Fess up what?”

“Please, darling, you may have got everyone else fooled, but I’m not a dumbass. You like Nino, plain as day,” Chloe scoffed.

“Well you like Nathaniel!” Alya says indignantly.

Chloe gives her a flat look. “Yes, that’s why we’re dating.”

Marinette tried not to gape at the two. “How the heck are you figuring this out so quick?”

The two other girls give her a flat look. “We aren’t oblivious idiots.”

Marinette huffs. “Go suck a dictionary.”

Alya sighs. “We need to teach you how to swear.”

Marinette glares at her. “No. I will swear in ice cream.”

Chloe scoffs. “How the fuck do you swear in ice cream?”

Marinette clears her throat. “What the Mint Chocolate Chip did you say to me, punk? I’ll kick your Rocky Road and then beat the ever loving Strawberry Cheesecake out of you!”

There was a beat of silence.

And then the three girls burst out laughing.

“Marinette not swearing,” Alya wheezed.

“Fucking imagine,” Marinette said, howling with laughter.

“The ice creams though,” Chloe choked, unable to breathe.

They girls spend the rest of the night under covers, laughing.

16 years old

“We’re counselors, guys!” Marinette cheers.

Adrien and Nino high five while Chloe and Alya smile at each other.

“Actually, I have more good news,” Alya says, excitement growing on her face.

“Me and Ayla are dating,” Nino blurts out.

Alya slaps his chest. “Nino! That was my line!”

Chloe sighs dramatically. “Finally. Took you long enough.”

Adrien grins. “Nino finally worked up the courage to ask her out.”

“Cough, bullshit, cough,” Marinette says, fake coughing.

Alya chuckled. “I asked out Nino and he was speechless.”

Adrien groans. “Come on, dude.”

Alya shook her head laughter in her eyes. “No, no, that’s not even the best part.”

Nino buries his head in his arms out of mortification.

Alya shook with laughter. “He asked the guy behind us, ‘Line?’ And the guy said, ‘I like you too and I’d love to go out with you.’ AND NINO SAID THE SAME DAMN THING AND AFTER HE TOLD THE GUY, ‘Thanks, bro.’”

Marinette couldn’t breath and Adrien’s stomach was hurting.

Chloe was full on cackling as Nino sighs.

This is what he gets for being friends with people like this.

17 years old

Adrien walks into the cabin, arm slung around Marinette’s shoulder.

The second they walk in, the other three start clapping.

“Finally, Mari!” Alya exclaimed.”

“Adrien, my man. Finally getting some!” Nino said, grinning.

Chloe looked between them. “Nope, they’re still virgins.”

Marinette squawks in outrage as Adrien flushes.

“How do you know?” Alya asks, looking over the edge of the top bunk to look down at Chloe.

Regardless of changing relationship statuses, no one would move from their spot. It was just the way it was.

“His hands are on her shoulder, not waist. And neither have that ‘sex glow’ on them,” Chloe points out.

“Sex glow?” Marinette sputters.

“Yeah, now I see it,” Alya said, squinting at the two.

“Adrien. Adrien, Adrien, Adrien. Come on dude. I thought you had better game then that,” Nino chides.

Adrien sighs. “I also thought I had better game than that.”

Marinette snorts. “I can assure you that you don’t.”

“Damn. Shots fired,” Chloe says.

“Roasted, toasted, and burnt, Adrien,” Alya says from the top bunk.

“Gotta get used to it, man. The whole sweatshirt giving. It doesn’t matter if you’re uncomfortable or freezing, just give it to her,” Nino says solemnly.

Adrien frowns. “Why can’t I be comfortable?”

Nino deadpan looks at him. “Adrien, you can either be in a relationship or be comfortable. You can’t have both.”

The cabin erupts with laughter from that one, simple line.

18 years old

“Off to college, huh?” Alya says as the group of 5 stars off into the lake on their last day of camp.

“Yeah. Me and Chloe’s universities are actually pretty close,” Nino says.

Chloe smiles. “I don’t mind having a coffee together every now and again.”

“Me and Alya are going to the same uni,” Adrien says.

“Hell yeah, up top!” Alya said while grinning, high giving the blonde.

Marinette was silent.

“Mari?” Chloe asks.

Marinette sighs. “I’m going to America. New York City, to be precise.”

Silence engulfs the group.

Nino breaks the silence. “Congrats. You deserve it. You worked really hard to get where you are now.”

Marinette smiles gratefully.

“We should meet up on vacations.” Alya suggests.

The rest agree.

“So I guess this is goodbye.” Adrien whispers.

Chloe lets out a bittersweet smile.

“Not goodbye. Just, see you in a bit.”

#adrienette #djwifi #chloe bourgeois #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #summer camp au #au yeah august

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kousin-itt · 4 years ago

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I Got Your Back - Part 2

Well I did get some attention. Also, I do have a sort-of-prequel to this story on Fanfiction called “An Owl of Gears,” though you don’t need to read that to understand this story.

Enjoy!

Part 2

Vinnie Dakota Time Traveler – Second Class Bureau of Time Travel

“Is that really what my hair looks like?” Dakota mused as he walked towards Block’s office. Sure, his curly mess of hair had grown in the last year, but he didn’t think it would look almost like an afro. Dakota shrugged and stuffed the badge into his jacket pocket. Even being promoted to Second Class didn’t seem like a big leap. Dakota already went through the trials and errors of being an agent-in-training. He previously felt the nervousness, excitement, and jittery glee at learning how to be a proper time traveler. Luckily, he had a great mentor. He would miss Morgan’s jokes, sarcastic nature, and constant need to punch him in the arm whenever he did something stupid.

Now, he had a new partner: Balthazar T. Cavendish.

What a man, that Cavendish. So immaculate in appearance. So proper and prim. So….utterly boring. Was it dumb luck or the universe just deciding to be cliché on purpose? Cavendish was Dakota’s polar opposite, a character foil. Sure, Dakota would enjoy poking fun at his new partner, seeing what buttons he could push to really tick off Cavendish. But Morgan was more than his mentor. She was Dakota’s closest friend in B.O.T.T., like an older sister to him. He wasn’t offended when she told him she wanted to do some solo missions. In fact, when they first met, she made it clear they were a temporary assignment so he could get a feel for the field. Dakota understood that, and the rookie tried to avoid getting close to his mentor.

Yeah, like that was going to happen.

Morgan, even with all her blunt turn-of-phrase and sarcastic sense of humor, treated Dakota with a sibling-like fondness. She taught him how to make use of his environment for any scenario. She instructed him on dozens of fighting styles with weapons ranging from ancient to futuristic. She pushed him and pushed him until he destroyed that voice in his head that doubted his ability to be a time traveler. She even shared his love for animals.

One of Dakota’s fondest memories with Morgan was when she took him back in time for a simple trip to the zoo. During a surge of conservation movements in the early twenty-second century, zoos were outlawed, and all animals deemed unfit for the wild were sent to reserves where they could live as freely as possible. But you can’t walk around or interact with animals on a reserve. Dakota appreciated the death penalties on poaching, the decline of demand for real furs, scales, and skins of critters in fashion, and the fact that more and more animals moved off the endangered species list every year. Still, throughout his childhood, he always wanted to pet a real otter instead of the toy he used to cuddle. Morgan made that dream a reality, and Dakota felt like a child again as he bottle-fed an otter pup in the twenty-first century zoo’s rehabilitation center. How could Dakota move on to a new partner when he already had a great one?

The day before he was to be introduced to Cavendish, Dakota shared one more intimate meal with Morgan, where they reminisced on their time together. Morgan even reassured Dakota about this transfer to a new partner.

“You’ll like him, Vinnie.” Morgan had said. “He’s a bit uptight. Very much a by-the-books kind of guy. But he’s stubborn and smart, and he knows his stuff. The two of you will make an excellent team.”

Had she not vouched for Cavendish, Dakota would have asked Block for a new partner by now. Still, they succeeded greatly so far. While Dakota crossed blades with a Roman vagabond, Cavendish (who knew better the ancient languages used in Alexandria) snuck into the library for the texts they were meant to save. Both Cavendish and Dakota managed to chase down a time juice thief on foot, and then engage in quick combat to bring the thief down. Saving Julius Cesar was one of Dakota’s favorites, though he could have done without the part where Cavendish was killed instead.

No. He wasn’t killed. I took care of that. Dakota reminded himself. It was a poison meant for Cesar. But even though they got rid of the cup of tainted wine, Dakota didn’t think that the entire bottle would be poisoned. He swiped it from the kitchen thinking he and Cavendish could toast to a great victory. Dakota did admit that he didn’t care for wine, but he figured Cavendish would appreciate the gesture.

Cavendish did indeed think it nice….until he took a drink and promptly choked on the poison.

After Dakota had freaked out a bit, cradling Cavendish’s body as he died, he did spend more time than he should have wondering what the heck he was supposed to do. His training said to simply bring his partner’s body back to B.O.T.T. and expect a new partner. Dakota didn’t do that. He burned Cavendish’s body so no one would find it. Then he hopped into his time vehicle and went back in time to prevent his partner’s death. Then there were two Dakota’s and one of them had to hide in the trunk of the time vehicle while the other Dakota helped Cavendish finish the mission and then the first Dakota had to hide until he and his future self could talk. They decided they did not regret saving Cavendish, and Past Dakota promised to stay in touch until he could find a nice, secluded place and time where he could hide out.

Dakota never told Cavendish what he did. Why would he? So the snitch could rat him out? Besides, it was a one-time thing.

“Hey Vinnie!”

Dakota caught sight of Morgan, and all thoughts on Cavendish dying left his mind. “Hey Morgan. Where you off to in that getup?”

Morgan huffed, fidgeting in her floor-length gown. She was dressed to the nines and looked miserable. She normally wore jeans, boots, a T-shirt, and a blazer, and always carried a small backpack that Dakota claimed to be magic since she could pull anything they needed from it (though Morgan always claimed she simply packed it well).

She answered Dakota’s question, “Some stupid upper-class party in the early twenty-first century. I guess I’m going to stop The Great Spider Threat of 2017. Weird. Anyway, I heard you’re going to be across town in the same time period: saving the rare Triton’s Amulet before it’s sold into the black market and destroyed.”

“Sweet!” Dakota punched the air.

“Go report to Block and get the details.” Morgan ordered. “And Vinnie?”

“Yeah?”

“Be friendly to your new partner. You two could be good friends if you let it happen.”

“Hey, I want it to happen. Maybe if Cavendish could loosen up, he could admit we’re friends now.” Dakota shrugged. “Heck, I haven’t used his first name since I met him.”

“He’ll get there.” Morgan assured. “Now run along.”

Dakota saluted to her and jogged off.

#milo murphy's law #mml #vinnie dakota #fanfic

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thanksjro · 5 years ago

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Spotlight: Hoist - This One’s About the Guy I Keep Mistaking for Hound.

It’s time to focus on the straight man. Not, like, straight as in hetero. Don’t get it twisted, Hoist is queer by default just like every Cybertronian in IDW, not that that’s been established in-canon just yet. No, Hoist is the straight man because he’s the grounding line in this issue.

Hoist, as established during Spotlight: Trailcutter, is off the Lost Light currently on a mission. At this exact moment, he’s running from something.

Well, it was nice knowing you, Hoist!

No, he manages to escape Tarn’s grasp by doing some sweet grappling hook drifting using his tow line, and books it for the crashed shuttle that all his fellow mission-goers are hiding out in. Missionaries, if you will. Looks like Swerve left right after Trailcutter hung up on him, so it’s probably for the best that he didn’t get that forcefield around his voice box. Can’t imagine it working at that long a range. Sunstreaker’s here, along with his pet, Bob. Sunstreaker’s feeling a little salty right now, probably because he’s supposed to be the handsome one, and instead he’s got some sort of face thing going on in this issue.

Yeah, nobody looks quite right in Spotlight: Hoist. Then again, maybe I just don’t get Cybertronian beauty standards.

On that note, let’s take a real quick look at our interior artist for this issue, Agustin Padilla. Padilla doesn’t have a ton of work within the Transformers franchise, but he’s worked on some iconic pieces- specifically, MTMTE #16, The Gloaming.

Yeah, THAT one. We’ll get more into his work when we hit that issue, I promise.

Back to the story at hand: Hoist puts on the cloaking device for the ship, hiding them from Tarn, then gripes to Swerve about the scanner scope being a huge friggin’ liar, because it said that there wasn’t a gotdang thing out there, because there clearly is. Swerve is less than thrilled by the prospect of having Tarn in the general vicinity, to the point that he forgets how to talk for a solid .5 seconds. Swerve’s seen the DJD in action, and it’s not pretty.

They’ve got six hours before the cloaking shields drain the power, then it’s goodbye Safetytown, hello Murderville. So, what better way to spend their final hours than by sniping at one another over things like fault and who’s gotten the shortest end of the stick here?

Looks like Perceptor has a pretty strong lead on all the other guys, seeing as his legs have become one with the ship. Hoist’s busy trying to get in touch with the Lost Light, though no one’s picking up. Gee, wonder why.

Swerve is really in a needling mood, as he asks Sunstreaker where his apology is, seeing as he was the one piloting the ship when they crashed. Sunstreaker blows a gasket for a second over the fact that all he seems to do these days is apologize. Hoist manages to calm the situation and change the topic pretty smoothly, as he fiddles around with the internals of the shuttle to try and get the Lost Light’s attention.

Good at multitasking, Hoist is.

We get the backstory on Bob, who Sunstreaker found after Metroplex woke up and decimated the local Insecticon population on Cybertron, almost certainly upsetting the balance of the ecosystem and traumatizing poor Bob. Yes, even our dog stand-ins have trauma in MTMTE. Sunstreaker, in true pet-owner fashion, baby-talks Bob, saying that he’ll bite that big, nasty Tarn if he gets near them, won’t he? Oh yes he will! Yes he will! What a good boy, yes you are!

Swerve isn’t so optimistic.

Well, that’s certainly a sentence I just read with my own two eyes. Really hoping this is a bit of hyperbole, because I’d hate to think just what sort of life Swerve’s led that resulted in him watching a guy triple his size give himself an enema.

Sunstreaker, who knows that Swerve is kind of a massive baby, isn’t terribly impressed with how scared the DJD made Swerve, accidentally strokes the guy’s ego for a moment.

Swerve, completely on the defensive now, lists off the five things he’s afraid of. Hoist butts in to point out the implausibility of Swerve’s fears.

Smash cut to four hours later, and Swerve hasn’t slowed down a bit, having talked to the point that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore. Sunstreaker’s about had it with this marathon bashing he’s receiving, and suggests that Swerve pick on Hoist for a change. Swerve declines, saying that there just isn’t enough material to work with, because Hoist is boring.

Fun fact, this is his character quote for his introductory paragraph on the Wiki article. He had so little characterization up to this point, this is what they went with. Such is the fate of many of the Transformers who didn’t enter the original 80s cartoon until the second season. Roberts decided to run with it and take the rare opportunity to NOT give someone mental illness so severe and unchecked it’s simultaneously sad and hilarious. Hoist is probably the only dude in the entirety of the IDW run to just be a regular person.

After Swerve confirms that he does in fact know his colors, we blow past another hour, to find Hoist hard at work cutting Perceptor off of the ceiling/floor- Hoist, like most everyone on the Lost Light, is a doctor- as Sunstreaker and Swerve discuss previous scrapes they’ve gotten through. Apparently Sunstreaker fell off a bridge forever ago that was named after a biblical reference, because it doesn’t matter how little you believe in a higher power, you CANNOT escape the pull of the 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜.

Swerve asks Hoist if he has anything to contribute to the discussion, and while Hoist does have experience in near-death situations, he’d really rather not talk about it. Swerve respects his privacy.

Well, he tries.

Hoist indulges our little red and white idiot, because it’ll get everyone the Swerve-equivalent of peace and quiet, and begins his tale.

Long story short, it looks like another hotshot pilot had the same idea as Hoist’s, and things got a little crashy-explodey-everyone’s-deady. Hoist was the only survivor, and had to walk his sorry butt back to civilization. Then the exhaustion set in, and he was forced to sit there, fully convinced that he would die alone in the middle of nowhere.

Once he’s finished with his story, Hoist makes the horrific discovery that Swerve’s been bleeding to death over the last five hours, and failed to mention it.

No, Sunstreaker, he’s honestly just like that all the time.

Swerve’s spark casing has ruptured, which I can only imagine is somewhat similar to having a hole poked in your heart. A problem, to put it lightly. Sunstreaker and Hoist decide that, to keep Swerve from biting it, they’ll take the fight to the DJD, in an attempt to get some sort of transport back to the Lost Light and all the tasty medical equipment on board.

Man, it really is unfortunate that Rung’s still not got a head at this point in the timeline, because Swerve is like a jelly donut filled with self-loathing. God just took a jumbo-sized bakery syringe and jammed it right in there.

Hoist and Sunstreaker ignore Swerve’s protests/pained screaming, and gear up for a fight with what they can find. Hoist manages to make two working crossbows and a butt-ton of arrows, not to mention a couple bowie knives in about five minutes, and they head out to kick some tushie.

The lads split up, keeping in touch via communicators, and Sunstreaker manages to get found by Tarn. He gets his ass kicked, because of course he does- the DJD aren’t famous for their macramé and pies, they’re famous for super-murder and being horny for the Decepticause. As Sunstreaker has the realization that he’s leaving his beloved Bob behind, Hoist finds him. Sunstreaker’s in quite the pickle, because he’s had his chest blown in, and Tarn’s been replaced by Shockwave, Megatron, Sixshot, and Overlord.

This just gets better and better doesn’t it?

Then this happens:

Welp.

Swerve’s theory may hold some water, but we can’t worry about that right now, because Hoist is going to try and fight this bastard. Good luck with that, Hoist.

Yeah, that went about as well as it could have.

Hoist is about to get stomped like a bug, when the Con-biner suddenly phases out of existence. Weird.

Hoist runs back to the shuttle, I guess just leaving Sunstreaker in the middle of that clearing, even though he literally is a tow truck. He returns to find that Swerve’s passed out from blood loss, but Perceptor’s still awake, which is good, because there’s some grade-A bullshit going on on this planet, and we need the smart guy to info-dump for the sake of the plot.

Man, this is such a cool plot device, and I’m so mad it never comes up again after this Spotlight.

So, Tarn and all the big bads that Hoist ran into weren’t real, but projections of his and his team’s worst fears. It was feeding off of Swerve, but now that he’s down for the count, it’ll probably go for either Hoist or Perceptor next.

Then there’s what feels like an earthquake, one so powerful it finally removes Perceptor from the ceiling, letting what’s left of his body fall. Hoist runs outside to see just what the hell’s happening now, only to find Metroplex outside and closing in.

The phobia shields work on sub-sentient creatures too? Good lord, this thing just never stops, does it?

Thinking quickly, Hoist scoops up Swerve and the upper half of Perceptor and bolts for the edge of the cliff their ship is sitting next to. He must have been training for the Robot Olympics or something, because he makes the leap by a large margin, even when weighed down by two limp bodies.

Then he punches Perceptor in the face, knocking him out cold.

Then he commits an act of animal abuse as he knocks Bob out with his tow hook.

Our hero, folks! Let’s give him a hand!

As Metroplex fades out of existence, Hoist remembers that he is not immune to trauma, as he’s forced to sit there, completely alone, until help arrives.

No wonder he got that massive Rodimus Star. What a trooper.

Thus ends Spotlight: Hoist, as well as the Spotlight series as a whole.

So, Swerve may not have much of a read on Hoist, but I figure I can try and take a stab at it. Hoist is… helpful. The entire issue, he’s the one who never stops doing things. If he’s not trying to repair the shuttle, he’s cutting Perceptor out of the floor, or he’s patrolling the perimeter, or trying to defuse the tension between his crewmates, or building weaponry, or punching people in the face for the greater good.

The folks he’s surrounded with for his Spotlight accent the characteristics he lacks- he’s not insanely smart like Perceptor, or strikingly handsome like Sunstreaker is intended to be, or capable of holding a conversation like Swerve. He blends into the background, always has and always will, both within canon and as a character.

He’s just a guy. He’s the guy, a jack of all trades, master of none. And that’s okay.

#transformers #jro #mtmte #spotlight #maccadam #Hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing #overthinking about robots

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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I’m so excited to read these prompt fills! Can I suggest 13 with sternclay? Rating is up to you!

I’m so glad you’re excited, I hope you’re enjoying them!

13: “we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine” I went with SFW.

This was not the Halloween (or, more accurately weekend before Halloween) celebration Stern had in mind. The posters made it look like it would be a fun mashup of cheesy horror and fall food. But no, instead it’s just another excuse for his peers to get plastered downtown and eat overpriced brauts.

He even has tomorrow off and everything, he was all set to actually have fun for once and even drank a double-espresso an hour ago so he could stay awake for it.

Boarding the bus, he’s caught up in his thoughts of how he’s going to wile away the hours until he’s tired enough to sleep that he barely spots the last empty bus seat. He’s not the only one.

“Uh, sorry, but I was here first.” The man who’s just sat in his seat gives him an apologetic smile.

“No, I think I was, so move, please.”

“Uh, yeah, no.”

The bus pulls out from the curb, Stern well aware that they’re not even to the most crowded stops downtown, and he is not about to spend the next twenty minutes on his feet crammed in like a sardine.

“Dude, what the hell?” The man pulls his arms away as Stern sits down in his lap, trying to avoid touching him as much as possible.

“I told you it was my seat. So I’m sitting in it.”

Brown eyes lock onto him and for a moment he readies himself for a date with the floor; Stern isn’t a small man, but this guy is like a werewolf in a human suit, broad and tall and obviously strong.

But instead of pushing him, the man just crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head, “whatever man, just don’t puke on my shoes or some shit.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Uh huh, sure.” The man turns to look out the nearest window and, after debating whether he wants to keep arguing, Stern does the same to the opposite window.

After four more stops, the bus is so full that he’s getting pressed up against that plaid-clad torso whether he wants to be or not.

The men look at each other sheepishly, the intimacy of their positions demanding something other than annoyed disinterest.

“I, uh, like your shirt.”

Stern looks down at his button-up, patterned to look like the rug in a famous location in Twin Peaks “Thanks. I wanted to wear something Halloween adjacent. You’re the first person to recognize it.”

“Used to hide behind the couch and watch it when my dad had the reruns on. Formative terror tends to hang around.”

“You know, it never scared me. Things like the X-Files never did either. I always saw myself as Agent Cooper or Agent Mulder, and they always seemed like they were going to through things.”

“That explains the hair.” The tone suggests the other man likes what he sees.

“Hah, yeah, I suppose it does.” He touches his hair, still mostly gelled back, a bit self-consciously.

“None of those scenes ever scared you?”

“Not that I remember. What did scare me, oddly enough, was Lost Tapes.”

“Never heard of it.”

“It was on Animal Planet. It wasn’t very good. I have to say, I’m surprised anything scared you, Mr. Big And Strong.”

Wait, was that flirtatious? Did he mean it to be? Does he want it to be?”

A deep chuckle, much friendlier this time, “I’m all bulk and no bite, babe.”

“I’m ‘babe’ now?”

“If you wanna be.”

Stern gears up to say that yes, yes he’d like that very much, when the bus screeches to halt at his stop. He hops up without another word and manages to get through the crush of bodies in one piece. Well, that was a novel, borderline awkward way to end his evening.

“Y’know, you didn’t answer my question.”

The man is standing behind him on the sidewalk, jacket zipped up against the chilly fall air.

Stern’s surprise must register as alarm, because the man quickly adds, “I live a few blocks up on Jenny street.”

“Right, of course. Um. The answer to your question is yes but, well, why on earth would you want to flirt with me?”

“Not every day a cute guy falls into my lap.”

“I sat in your lap because I was being a stubborn prick.”

“Not saying I wasn’t annoyed, but I admired the determination.” A smile, small but candy-sweet, “and I was kinda enjoying talking to you. Lot of people just talk over me. Plus, you’re clearly a nerd, which I dig.”

“You have no idea. I work at the Cryptonomica part-time.”

“Holy shit, you know Ned Chicane? Dude nearly got me arrested once because he asked me to help him fake some Bigfoot footage and didn’t tell me we were shooting on private property until the cops came.”

“That sounds like Mr. Chicane alright. Wait, then that makes you Barclay, right?”

“Got it in one.”

“I’m, um, Joseph.”

“Care to keep talking shit about Ned Chicane all the way back to my place, Joseph?” Barclay offers his arm and Stern takes it, feeling perfectly at home as leaves crunch beneath his feet and a chill nips at his neck. Barclay lives on the ground floor of a shared house, his room containing more cookbooks than furniture. He asks if Stern would like to watch a movie, leaves him in charge of selection while he goes to reheat some cider.

“I found somewhere streaming all the Universal Monsters movies--ooh, this is delicious.”

“Thanks” Barclay blushes, “I came up with the spice blend myself. And I’m down for some old fashion monster movies. If-” he smirks, “you’re willing to show me just what kind of show can scare you.”

Stern loves a challenge, particularly when it’s offered by someone who’s been eyeing his lips ever since they sat down. So he pulls up an episode of Lost Tapes and settles in net to Barclay.

“I warn you, it’s very bad.”

They crack jokes over the poor script and shoddy research, Barclay doing an excellent parody of the narrators voice. The jump scare gets him all the same.

“Shit!” He scrambles to the side, laughing even as he comes down from the menacing figure darting across the frame. A strong arm drapes over his shoulders and he sighs, amused, “I see your endgame now, big guy. Get me scared by a shitty CGI sea monster so I’ll snuggle up for protection.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, babe, you just can’t resist being in my lap.” That burnt-caramel baritone purrs in his ear.

“Behave” Stern elbows him playfully, “or I’ll give up my new favorite spot for the couch.”

“No you won’t. Couch can’t do this, can it?” Barclay kisses his cheek, waits for Stern to turn his head before teasing their lips together, rumbling out a sigh when Stern leans into the gesture.

“No, I don’t think it can. If it does, we should call an exorcist or something.”

“So you’ll stay put through the movies?” Barclay nips his ear.

“Of course; I have the best seat in the house.”

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #meet ugly #college AU #prompt fill

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queertheology · 4 years ago

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What I Learned About Faith & Justice From My Transgender Friends

I’m sitting in the Carnegie Mellon dining hall with my friend and Sanctuary Collective co-conspirator Micah talking with two young guys from Campus Crusade for Christ.

“Oh your name’s Micah? Is your family Christian too?”

Micah looks flummoxed for only one second before replying, “Yeah… they are.”

In this moment, these two guys who have spent and will spend hours talking with us about why they think we’re wrong, why they think being LGBTQ is wrong, so clearly get it. In this moment he doesn’t realize that Micah’s parents didn’t give him the name Micah because he sees Micah as he truly is: male.

Before Micah and I were best friends, we were accidental roommates. We did the Equality Ride the same year but on different buses and he needed a place to crash when he moved to New York while looking for an apartment and I lived alone and offered up my futon.

Sometimes folks ask why I’m so passionate about transgender issues—here at Queer Theology and through Legalize Trans*—and it’s because of Micah. A few weeks after he moved in, Micah shared his new name with me and the world and began publicly transitioning. “Transgender issues” stopped being “issues” and they started becoming “shit my best friend has to deal with that he really shouldn’t.”

There’s a saying we used to share a lot at my evangelical church growing up, maybe you’ve heard it, it’s that “all other faiths are religions, but Christianity is a relationship.” I don’t think I buy that anymore but I do know that what I continue to value about the value systems that guide my life, including Christianity, are relationships.

My relationship with Micah transformed the way that I see the world and gave me new tools for organizing for justice. The issues we face are different: he can legally marry his wife in every state in the country, I don’t have to run an ad in the newspaper so that my gender is correct on my government documents. But they are interconnected because the same systems hold us down: gender expectations and policing, patriarchy, religious fundamentalism.

When I first came out, I wanted to keep everything the same. On my Equality Ride application, I opened with a proclamation that I was gay, American, and an evangelical Christian. I wanted my whole world to stay exactly the same, except for the small tweak that now it’s OK to be gay. If I’m honest with myself, 18 year old Brian probably would have been content to throw trans folks under the bus.

But making the world a little bit easier for cisgender, gay, white, males, from upper middle class educated families with law degrees isn’t good enough.

Working on intersectionally on issues that cut across identities—race, religion, immigration status, gender identity, economic access, physical & mental ability, HIV status, body size—has given me glimpses of what the Kingdom of God looks like.

Jesus hung out in the margins. With the outcasts. With the ones the religious elite deemed “outside” and “undesirable.” He didn’t do that because he felt sorry for them. He did that because God is, literally, there.

I say that for queer Christians, it’s not about asking of straight folks “please, let us in to your churches,” it’s about offering “Hey, you’re invited to come hang out us with us because this is where God is.” And the same is true of cisgender LGB Christians. We shouldn’t care about transgender people and issues because we pity them or because it’s fashionable and we can get a book deal or speaking gigs or a lot of likes on our Facebook posts… We should be invested because transgender people bring something critical to the table and we are not whole without them.

But back to Micah. When I didn’t know where to start, Micah helped me get pointed in the right direction. Not in a “here, I will teach you everything that you need to know” sort of way but instead in a “you are my friend and here’s something that I’m dealing with” sort of way. And then I had to do the work myself of connecting the dots, of seeing how that fit into larger structures. I had to humble myself and accept that he had a right to be mad at me in the times that I fucked up.

You can’t just go find some transgender person to befriend so that they’ll magically teach you how to be a better person. But if you’re committed to justice, especially if you’re committed to the vision of justice you see in the Bible, than you are called to be in relationship. You are called to an embodied faith.

And as the prophet Micah said, you are called to “Do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly.”

Micah & Brian founded Sanctuary Collective in 2010 as a network of support for LGBTQ young adults and allies organizing for justice in Christian communities through resources, monitorship, and a year-long leadership development program. In 2015, Sanctuary Collective was revived as Queer Theology’s online community for LGBTQ Christians and straight, cisgender supporters. Learn more about Sanctuary Collective

LEARN MORE ABOUT TRANSGENDER THEOLOGY

This fall, we’ll be hosting a course completely dedicated to transgender theology. The course will be geared both toward transgender Christians and to cisgender folks who want to learn from and better serve transgender folks. In addition to the lesson materials, there will be both open and closed discussion spaces.

There’s nothing like this out there, so we’re creating it.

Hop on the waitlist to make sure you get a spot (and snag some exclusive extras)

#queer theology #faithfully LGBT #FaithfullyLGBT #gay christian #transgender christian #Christian #transgender #Christianity

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Yo imagine Wyatt being raised by the cleaners and coming back as an adult but time moves differently in the void (idk where they live) and it’s only been a few minutes. THE DRAMA tm I mean imagine Piper’s outrage! It could encompass a whole freaking season!! And then just because I’m a sucker for Phoebe’s baby living, like they could have stolen this child too! Twice!Blessed Wyatt & Source!Touched Dency as Cleaner siblings 👀

i feel like this would be like the Quintessential like network tv drama move tho like bc like. child actors? who wants em? they’re not that good, there are a whole bunch of rules about how long they can be on set for, you gotta bend over backwards trying to film a scene of theme fighting a demon w/o actually having them be in the room with said demon bc they get scared. bc they’re a child. when instead of having a child actors,,, you could have a grown human actor. amirite lads? i feel like this is definitely like a thing i swear they did this on ouat with belle and rumplestiltskin’s baby bc like. who wants a baby as a character when you can get the abc equivalent of kylo ren i guess? like who wants a baby wyatt when you could have a full grown adult wyatt who is still trying to get a hang of being in a human world bc he’s grown up in like. a void. and i Love the idea of dency being with him too especially bc i think they would form this sibling bond without ever actually know that they’re cousins (bc i don’t think the cleaners would like tell them of their lineage) and i also think powers are like augmented in the void i think both of these kids powers would be dampened probs like to that or a normal witch (and the cleaners would know any better bc uhh quite frankly they don’t host witches very often) so once dency and wyatt go out into the real world and find out they have like powers like a god that’s also gonna be a trip. i also think it’d be like inch resting bc i think obvi dency and wyatt would be drawn to the manor in one fashion or another bc well a) the plot needs it but b) it’s like their ancestral home it’s the nexus they feel the pull and the charmed ones would like equally feel this connection to wyatt and dency bc like you know That’s Their Children but they don’t know that. bc like piper’s been wiped of the idea of wyatt but it’s still something that you know she always mulls over that feeling when you lose a tooth and you can’t help but poke and prod at the lil vacancy where it once was and i think she feels like this really strong connection to wyatt bc she’s like if i had a son i would want him to be like you and i think like the more time she and wyatt spend around each other the more she’d really get echoes of y’know having wyatt but she just thinks they’re like he mind constructing fantasies of what it would have been like to have a kid besides wyatt’s like twentysomething so clearly like they can’t be related but like They Feel Related but it’s probs just the fact that she regrets never having kids latching onto her. leo will occasionally pop in but he doesn’t like spending time around wyatt something about him like puts leo in pain and he can’t figure out why so he thinks it’s just like Instincts and he goes to do some like digging into exactly who this dude is meanwhile piper’s been having this whole crisis about the fact that she never had kids blah blah blah which is specifically dredging up memories for phoebe about her own pregnancy that only last like two months but was still like a very formative time for her (the cleaners got a hold of dency when the source/seer/whatever was vanquished and the found the essence of the sources heir left still imbued with the power of the source of all evil and a charmed one and then went zoinks shouldn’t leave that just lying around that’s way too much power and it’s definitely not be used responsible we’re gonna take this back to The Void™ just to make sure it doesn’t go haywire well much to their surprise within a couple months that essence has now taken the form of a Human Child and they’re like a child but y’know they can’t Kill It because then it’s just release the essence in a less tangible form (also it’s a baby) so they’re like word well okay what if like we raised the kids and another cleaner is like what and the first cleaner is like okay well the whole reason we brought the essence back was so that it didn’t go haywire and destroy everything and make our jobs all a lot more difficult so like what if we raised the kids and taught them the ways of the cleaners! and cleaner two is like what ew no let’s just trap it in a giant ice cube and call it a day and the eldest cleaner is like no cleaner one is onto something so blah blah blah by the time they have to vanish wyatt and entire baby they’re like hey we’ve got another one now we can give dency a sibling!) so like blah blah blah (oh also fun fact in this au dency has the same haircut as the cleaners) and phoebe’s just sorta like she feels like the has this connection to dency but she thinks it’s just cuz she’s like a young witch who like loves her powers and like has a close bond with her sibling and phoebe just thinks she sees herself in dency blah blah blah oh cole’s spirit who is like fuckin creepin around the house or whatever in a very disturbing manner Also Sees Dency and is like hey. hey what’s up with that. blah blah blah leo has done his digging and confronts wyatt like why don’t you exist and wyatt’s like what and leo’s all like aggressive & upset bc he’s trying to protect his family and wyatt’s just like really confused like i was raised in a void with my sister?? like normal people???? and blah blah blah dency gets involved which gets phoebe involved and then piper’s showing up like what’s all this then and leo’s like accusing wyatt of lying and saying like the two of them are trying to infiltrate the family and get closed to the charmed ones to like you know learn magic straight out of the book of shadows something or others and then the cleaners themselves actually show up like okay kids this was fun and all but like it’s time to pack it up like let’s go home and like dency and wyatt are both like hey no we like being like here we like being out in the real world and the cleaners are like okay but you have to think of what’s best the real world just isn’t safe for you you’re too powerful to ever fit it you’ll always be ostracized and made out to be villains it’s better with us it’s safe with us just come home and like you know now paige has also shown up and the charmed ones are like who the hell are you and leo’s like what the actual fuck is going on right now Are Those Cleaners and wyatt and dency are like standing strong with each other and they’re like we can live here we can be safe here like please just give us another chance and the cleaners are like i’m sorry we can’t it’s just too dangerous and wyatt’s like i’m not letting you take me away again! and dency’s like again? and piper’s like yeah again? and phoebe and paige are like what does that mean? and like the gears are turning in leo’s head and like for once he really leans into the emotions that sorta y’know know double double toil and trouble underneath the surface whenever he’s around wyatt bc he always ran from them, they were painful and he figured it was because wyatt was well like evil but now he’s not running and he’s leaning into it and really trying to figure out what he feels and it’s this insane loss and fear and longing but underneath that is like joy and elation and absolute happiness and unconditional love and he remember the time wyatt was born meanwhile phoebe the empath has basically been knocked off her feet with the tidal wave of raw emotion that just shot out from leo and she has the same realization and leo’s like I’m Not Letting You Take My Son Again. and wyatt’s like what and piper’s like what and phoebe like also takes a stand and she’s like dency and wyatt are our family. and you can’t take them. and wyatt and dency are looking at each other like ????? but they’re like game they don’t want to leave and the cleaners are like you know what no No absolutely not and they take dency and wyatt and they wipe the halliwells’ memories and fuck off back into the void but now the ball is rolling and dency and wyatt are like no who are we who were they that was our family and the cleaners are like you don’t have family and dency and wyatt are like that’s not true and you know it and wyatt like piper’s my mother isn’t she and the cleaners are like don’t ask stupid questions and wyatt’s like she is!! i knew it! i fucking knew it!!! and dency sorta sitting there and she’ll totally you know go to bat for wyatt and she believes the halliwells are her family but she just doesn’t feel this connection wyatt has like wyatt Knows piper’s his mother but dency doesn’t feel the same way. she doesn’t have the same connection that like wyatt has. but blah blah blah they aren’t able to argue long bc they’ve sense a shift in the void meaning someone’s out there exposing magic and they go and it’s the charmed ones fucking up things and the cleaners are like word we can get rid of you too and wyatt’s like if you do i’ll go & destroy everything and paige is like yeah love the energy not actually necessary bc you guys aren’t allowed to get rid of us bc well not to flex but we’re the charmed ones and the cleaners are like yeah big whoop and phoebe’s like how familiar are you with the cosmic balance and the cleaners are like . and phoebe’s like yeah though so and paige is like you can’t kill us without drastically tipping the scales. and the cleaners are like fine what do you want and they’re like we want dency and wyatt and the cleaners are like well shouldn’t it be their choice whether or not they want to go with you and the charmed ones are like fine ask them i’m not worried and wyatt’s like i’m going with the halliwells period end statement but then like cleaner one the initial cleaner who was like let’s care and raise dency is like talking to her like please. it’s safer with you here. wyatt feels his connection with them. what do you feel? we raised you, we care for you, we love you, we want to see you safe. we’re your family. and dency’s just like who am i. and the cleaner’s like nothing they would like. and dency’s like that doesn’t answer my question. and the cleaners are like you’re the source’s heir. and the charmed ones are like She’s The What. and dency’s like i’m what. and the cleaners are like you are the daughter of the source of all evil. you are the epitome of power and destruction. but we can keep you safe, we can keep you from hurting anyone. and phoebe’s like are you gonna tell her the rest. and dency’s like tell me what. and phoebe’s like you may be the daughter of the source of all evil. you’re also the daughter of a charmed one. you’re my daughter. and dency’s like What. The Fuck. and the cleaners are like oh don’t be so generous you carried her for all of two months she is not your daughter and dency’s like What. The Fuck. and like paige and piper and in the background and like the gears are turning in their heads like cole’s kid??? and the cleaners are like when we found you you were barely an essence all that was left over from a brutal vanquish and dency’s like WHAT. THE FUCK. and phoebe’s like you took my kid from me! and the cleaners are like you vanquished her! and phoebe’s like we vanquished the seer! we stopped the source of all evil! and it cost me my child don’t you dare say i did this to her and dency’s like you know what actually no and she flames out and piper’s like well i guess you have your decision feel free to get the fuck out of my attic now and the cleaners are like like you guys are assholes and there’s a reason we let prue die 😗✌ and dip and piper’s like if a see another cleaner ever again i’m gonna vanquish that motherfucker So Quick he won’t even have time to ruin yet another one of my family photos. blah blah blah wyatt’s like At Home he’s reunited with his family and they’re so happy to have him back and piper’s like let me cook you a really nice dinner the last time i cooked for you it was just pureed carrots i’m hoping you’re palate’s gotten a little more refined and wyatt’s like thanks mom that really means a lot but i can’t stay here i can’t turn my back on dency she was my family before i even knew i had one i have to go find her so of course the let him go blah blah blah he finds dency blah blah blah heart to heart blah blah blah they all reunite blah blah blah happy ending : )

#2.3k #fun!#charmed #wyatt halliwell #dency halliwell #the cleaners #margaretsminiessays #💌#next gen #ish

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duhragonball · 4 years ago

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[FIC] Luffa: The Legendary Super Saiyan (143/?)

Disclaimer: This story features characters and concepts based on Dragon Ball, which is a trademark of Bird Studio/Shueisha and Toei Animation. This is an unauthorized work, and no profit is being made on this work by me. This story is copyright of me. Download if you like, but please don’t archive it without my permission. Don’t be shy.

Continuity Note: This story takes place about 1000 years before 66 years after the events of Dragon Ball Z.

Tonight’s Episode:

[February 24, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

"What's your name?"

"Luffa. I'm Luffa."

"Well I'm Pulmon, Luffa. Just lie back and relax. This won't take long."

The attending physician in the Toki Toki Hospital was a green skinned alien, similar to the one Luffa had encountered during the mission Trunks had sent her on. Only this green man had a white mustache and beard, and a fin running along the top of his head. She expected him to hook her up to some sort of diagnostic equipment to read her vital signs, but instead, he simply placed his hands on her ribs and one of her arms. Then a gentle glow appeared from his hands, and Luffa found that her body didn't hurt as much. Then she realized that it was more than just an anasthetic. Her injuries were actually healing as the man worked.

"Where are you from?" Luffa asked. "I've never seen your species before today."

"Well that's not too surprising," Pulmon said with a chuckle. "We Namekians don't get around much. And our home planet was destroyed some time ago."

"Do you all have this kind of power?" Luffa asked.

"Some of us do," he said. "We Dragon Types specializes in techniques like these. But those of the Warrior Type focus on martial arts. A bit like you Saiyans, I suppose."

"I don't know about that," Luffa said. Her thoughts kept drifting back to her recent mission, and to Raditz, the Saiyan who invaded Earth to recruit his own brother. According to Trunks, Raditz was supposed to die in that encounter, but some mysterious enemy had tried to alter that moment in history. Somehow, by defeating Raditz in combat, Luffa had restored the timeline to normal. She neither knew nor cared about the mechanics of time anomalies. What bothered her was the pitiful state of Raditz' character. She knew almost nothing of the Namekian people, but she suspected that any comparison to Saiyans would be an insult. Once, she had been proud to call herself a Saiyan, but recent events had forced her to rethink that pride.

"There we are. All finished," Pulmon said, rousing Luffa from her brooding.

"That was... fast," she said. "Are you sure you're done?"

"Positive," Pulmon said. "But if you find you still aren't feeling well, we can run some tests to make sure you're all right. Have you been assigned quarters yet?"

"Huh?"

"I figured you must be new in Toki Toki City if you haven't seen a Namekian before," Pulmon explained. "I know you Saiyans enjoy a good brawl, but you really ought to get your living arrangements squared away before you jump right into your duties. Not to mention some clothes."

She looked down at the black bandeau and shorts she was wearing. "The purple-haired guy... Trunks. He said he would get me some clothes later. I... sort of ruined my last outfit."

"Well, it's pretty late in the day for that," Pulmon said. "Why don't you spend the night here? I'll let Trunks know and he can pick you up in the morning and show you around town."

"Uh, sure, that sounds fine."

He took her by the hand and led her to a room at the end of a hallway. Another alien, this one more like Trunks' species, brought in a set of linens and pillows, and after a few minutes they shut off the lights and left, closing the door behind them. Luffa couldn't remember the last time she had been so tired, and as she drifted off to sleep, she imagined that she would be out cold for the better part of a day.

Instead, she woke up after about four hours. Less tired, but unable to fall asleep again. It seemed that there was no escaping the troubles that weighed on her mind.

She had no idea where she was. A short time ago, Luffa had been destroying the planet Nagaoka, and most of the Saiyan race along with it. She had been fully prepared to die along with her enemies on that shattered world, but instead she found herself magically transported here, to a place called Toki Toki City. A man called Trunks had wished for this to happen, and a mystic wish-granting creature had made it all come true. What confused Luffa was that Trunks hadn't even wished for anyone specific. He just wanted a strong ally to help him with his mission.

And Luffa had certainly been strong. She was the Legendary Super Saiyan after all. But Trunks didn't even know her, and then on her very first assignment, she found herself badly outclassed by Raditz, a Saiyan with an utterly pathetic power level. She had tried to transform, to overwhelm him with her full strength, but the change just... didn't happen. She couldn't raise her ki very much at all. Luffa estimated that she was roughly as strong as she had been when she was a child.

She had no idea how this had happened. Perhaps it was a side-effect of the wish Trunks had made. She had no idea how far the magic dragon had teleported her, or what that kind of trip might do to a person's body. She had taken a lot of damage during the destruction of Nagaoka. Luffa's plan had been to blow herself up, along with the entire planet, but somehow she had survived. Even so, the release of so much raw energy must have taken a toll on her body. But Pulmon had healed her body, and she had gotten a little sleep, and yet she didn't feel her old strength returning.

Did it have something to do with the Oozaru form? She had used the light of Nagaoka's full moon to turn the tables on her enemies, but the transformation had carried a tremendous risk. Any Saiyan could become a giant ape, and Luffa knew the Super Saiyan form very well, but before Nagaoka, she had never attempted to use both forms at once. She had assumed that the strain would kill her, but perhaps it had simply damaged her powers.

All Luffa knew for certain was that ever since the battle on Nagaoka, she had been unable to summon her full power, no matter how hard she tried. Her Super Saiyan form might as well have been in another universe. Perhaps it was lost to her forever. She wasn't sure how to react to that. When she first became a Super Saiyan, she was horrified by the form, and desperate to be rid of it. Eventually, Luffa had learned to accept it as part of herself, though she still struggled with that.

But for all she knew, the Super Saiyan power was only a temporary condition. She knew that the ancient Saiyan hero Chanisp had the same ability, but there was no way to know if he had it for his entire life. Maybe there was only a set period of time that one could access the form. Once it was gone, it was gone, and you had to go back to being normal.

What made the whole thing so frustrating was that she had no idea what the answer was, and there was no one who could help her. Trunks and Pulmon had been kind enough to her, but neither of them knew anything about this problem. She was the only Super Saiyan of this era, and Dr. Topsas was the only one with anything close to expertise in her unique physiology.

It suddenly occurred to her that she wasn't so unique after all. Maybe she never had been.

*******

[February 25, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

Hours later, Luffa left the hospital and met Trunks in the waiting room. He then led her to a an outdoor bazaar that served as the "industrial sector" of Toki-Toki City. Nearly every structure in this place shared the same architecture: chalk-white domes or tubes, with windows around the circumference. A few buildings looked like giant robot mushrooms, and some had additions built on with wood or brick. She followed Trunks to one particular dome, where a robot was selling clothes.

"Here we are. Good ol' No. 29," Trunks said, pointing at the large black glyphs on the surface of the shop.

"If you say so," Luffa grumbled, unable to read any of the writing in this place.

"They should have just about any style you could ask for." Trunks said. He then turned his attention to the robot. "My friend here needs something to wear in the field. Do you have a Saiyan battle jacket in her size?"

"One moment please," the robot said, before spinning around and scanning Luffa. "Acquiring measurements. Query: Is there something wrong with the clothing you already have?"

Luffa had borrowed a set of scrubs from the hospital, but she hadn't taken the time to get a proper fitting. The outfit was so loose and baggy that she had been forced to use her tail as a belt. "I don't think this getup would hold up very long in a fight," she said.

"Unfortunate," the robot said. "According to my databanks, this would be quite fashionable in South City. Scan complete, cross-referencing inventory. Here we are."

The robot reached into a storage drawer and selected a small capsule from an assortment. At first, Luffa thought they were pharmaceuticals, but the robot pressed a button on the capsule and tossed it over the storefront at her feet. The capsule suddenly exploded with a puff of smoke, and when it cleared, there lay an open box filled with neatly folded clothes.

They were blue.

Luffa knelt down to examine the fabric, but made no effort to hide her disgust. "Well the color's a non-starter, but besides that... You said this was Saiyan gear? I've never seen anything like this before."

"It's a special material," Trunks said. "It'll stretch and adjust to fit perfectly. Even the armored jacket stretches. You just slide it over your head."

Luffa looked at one of the white boots like it was made of bird droppings. "Yeah, this isn't going to work," she said. "I like something a little roomier in the legs. And this!" She put her hand inside the blue shirt and pulled it tight, causing the fabric to mold around her fingers until it looked like a glove. "I think I need something with a little more support. Black, if you've got it."

"I always thought the Saiyan armor was pretty cool..." Trunks muttered to himself.

After half an hour of browsing the store's inventory, Luffa finally emerged from the dressing room in something resembling her usual dress. Her pants were baggy yellow trousers tucked into black boots, but her top was a black compression shirt with short sleeves and yellow piping on the shoulders and ribs. Normally, she wore fingerless gloves, but the store had run out of this style, so she settled for full gloves instead.

"It'll take some getting used to, but I think this will work," Luffa said as she swung her arms around, testing the feel of the sleeve cuffs on her shoulders. Now, how about we get something to eat? I thought I saw a shop with a brazier back this way, so it's as good a place to start as any. Come on."

"Um, sure," Trunks said, but Luffa had already marched off to follow the scent. Just as he moved to follow her, he felt a tug on the sleeve of his black coat. He turned to find the robot tailor holding him by one of its wiry arms, and it made a noise that sounded like someone clearing their throat.

"Query: Who shall be paying the bill for this order?" the robot asked.

"Oh," Trunks said. "Well, um... you see..."

"Let's go, Trunks!" Luffa called from further away.

With a heavy sigh, Trunks rubbed the back of his scalp with his hand.

*******

[February 25, Age 850. Toki Toki City.]

After their meal, they returned to the Time Vault, where Trunks briefed her on the next mission. Eleven months after Raditz's invasion of Earth, his two comrades arrived to finish what he had started. The Earth's defenders had taken Raditz's warnings seriously, and they had done everything possible to prepare, but there were two major miscalculations.

"Let me get this straight," Luffa asked as she watched the mystic image on the Scroll of Eternity. "They were counting on Kakarot to take the lead in this battle? He's the one who got himself killed fighting Raditz, wasn't he?"

"Yes, but his friends wished him back to life," Trunks explained. "You see, my mother invented a device that makes it pretty easy to find the Dragon Balls, and--"

"Wait, why didn't they just ask this dragon to kill the invaders for them?" Luffa asked. "If it's that powerful--"

"He isn't," Trunks said. "In the time I come from, Shenron no longer exists, because his creator was killed, causing the Dragon Balls to transform into ordinary stones. Shenron can do miraculous things, but he still has limits. Once he grants a wish, it takes months before the Dragon Balls can be used again. And he can only grant wishes that are within the power given to him by his creator. He can't resurrect someone more than once, for example."

"And he can't kill a Saiyan," Luffa surmised. "At least not the ones we're dealing with right now. But he can revive Kakarot, so that gives Earth another defender, except why would he do any better than the last time? He was a wimp the last time I saw him, and being dead isn't exactly a great training regimen."

"It is, actually," Trunks said. "In the afterlife, Goku was given special permission to keep his mortal body and train with King Kai. My mother always told me that when Goku returned, his power was extraordinary. She tried to measure his ki using Raditz's scouter, and it exploded."

"So until he could get back to Earth, his allies had to hold the line," Luffa said, pointing at the scroll. "Except it looks like they didn't make it in time, and now Kakarot's stuck in a two-on-one situation, except he doesn't have a tail like the others."

The scroll showed Goku, now suffused with a crimson aura, desperately fleeing two giant apes. Luffa didn't understand how the invaders could turn into Oozaru in broad daylight, but the odds were clearly in their favor. The purple smoke wafting up from their bodies indicated that they had gotten the same power boost as Raditz, but she doubted that it made much of a difference.

"That's where the enemy altered history," Trunks said. "In the original sequence of events, Goku was late getting to the battlefield, and the others were overwhelmed by Nappa's power, but everything still worked out in the end. It was a terrible battle, but they still won. Right now, my best guess is that this dark energy must have affected their judgment somehow. Instead of toying with their opponents and waiting for Goku to arrive, they just went all out. Nappa alone was too much for them, but if my father decided to fight alongside him, then the others wouldn't have stood a chance."

"Your father?" Luffa asked. "Wait, back this thing up."

Trunks touched the scroll with his fingertips, and somehow this caused the image on the parchment to rewind itself to earlier in the battle, to when the Saiyans first arrived on Earth. Luffa had watched this part earlier in the mission briefing, but now she paid closer attention to the two invaders. Nappa was one of the largest Saiyans she had ever seen. He looked like an even bigger version of Raditz, only older and bald, and with a sadistic sneer on his face that was framed by a thin mustache. Beside him was Vegeta, who looked to be taller than Luffa, but only by a few centimeters. The scouter on his face had obscured it somewhat, but now that Luffa knew what to look for, the resemblance was obvious. She looked at Trunks and smiled.

"I'll be damned," she said. "I didn't even notice you had Saiyan blood. The hair must have thrown me off, and it's tough to pick up a scent in this place."

"Er, right," Trunks said. "I guess I should have told you, but it's not that unusual around here. A lot of Time Patrollers are Saiyans. Mostly descendants of Goku and my father, but there's others from outer space."

"Well that would explain it," Luffa said. "Raditz called himself an 'elite', but he wasn't all that special. I guess in this part of the universe, there weren't too many powerful Saiyans around, so the bar's a lot lower. No wonder Shenron brought me here. You guys needed a full-blooded Saiyan, and most of the best of them died on Nagaoka. I'm still not quite myself, but I guess I'm all you've got."

"Uh..." was all Trunks could say.

"No offense," Luffa said. "Your old man looks like he could handle himself okay, but I can tell he's just another royalist flunky. I guess he was smart enough to leave Planet Saiya, but without the Rehval Dynasty to tell him what to do, he's just a two-bit punk."

"Are you sure you don't want to rest for a while longer?" Trunks suggested. "Maybe we need to talk a little more before--"

"Nah, it's fine," Luffa said. "You said this was a big problem, and I feel a lot better this morning. And now that I know you're one of us, I'd like to show off a little. Give you a taste of what the Saiyan race can really do."

"You've... never even heard of...?" Trunks started to ask, but before he could finish the question, Luffa had impulsively grabbed the scroll and vanished into the timestream.

*******

[3 November, Age 762. Earth.]

Five minutes after Luffa arrived, she found herself surrounded by plant monsters. From the sidelines, the Earth's defenders watched her fight, unsure of how to proceed.

"I thought there were only two Saiyans," asked Tien Shinhan. He was an Earthling, though his three eyes seemed to imply otherwise.

"Well, this new one's different from the others, that's for sure," said one of the others. Yamcha was dressed in orange, and had long black hair, which stood out compared to his mostly bald allies. Despite the high stakes of the battle, he seemed almost at ease as he observed Luffa in action. "I mean, she lets her tail hang out, like Goku did when he was a boy. And she's not wearing one of their uniforms. But there's more, you guys... It's hard to tell when she's moving so fast, but unless I miss my guess, I'm pretty sure..."

"What is it, Yamcha?" asked Chiaotzu. He was another Earthling, though his skin was chalk-white, and he was roughly the size of the half-Saiyan child in their group.

"Come on, fill us in," added Krillin. He was taller than Chiaotzu, but not by much. His bald head was adorned with six dots above his brow, which Luffa assumed was a local martial arts custom. She had an interest in such things, and would have liked to ask about it, except she was too busy dodging plant-monster acid.

"It's just... well, she's kinda cute," Yamcha said, his face now turning red with embarrassment. "For a Saiyan, I mean. You know, maybe this invasion won't be so bad after all, right?"

Luffa was too far away to hear the compliment. Coincidentally, she had just locked her jaw onto one of the creatures' legs, and tore off a chunk of its flesh. A green liquid ran down her chin as she spun around to drive her elbow into the back of one of the other monsters.

"Uh, never mind, guys," Yamcha said, now looking very pale.

"This is ridiculous!" growled Piccolo. "We should be fighting the Saiyans, not standing around watching them battle each other!" Of the Earthling camp, he was the tallest and most powerful, though he was clearly not native to their world. Luffa now understood him to be a Namekian, although Piccolo himself had been unaware of this truth until minutes before this battle began.

"Normally, I'd agree," Tien said, "but if it buys time for Goku to get here, then we ought to take advantage of it. Those Saibamen creatures were giving us a tough time before she showed up."

On the opposite side, the two Saiyans were similarly confused.

"Hey, Vegeta," Nappa said. "Raditz never mentioned a sister, did he?"

"No, he didn't," Vegeta replied. "Curious. From the way she's dressed, I'd say she's a renegade. Maybe she heard about the Dragon Balls, and she's here to jump our claim."

"Nuts to that!" Nappa snarled. "I didn't wait a year in that space pod to come here and watch her screw up our wish for immortality! How about it, Vegeta? I know you wanted to let the Saibamen play with these Earthlings for a while, but that was before she showed up to spoil the show. I think it's time I step in and find out what her game is!"

Vegeta made a derisive snort. "Fine. Do as you like. Just make sure nothing happens to the Namekian. Remember, he's going to tell us how to find the Dragon Balls."

"Ha ha! I like that!" Nappa cheered. "Immortality, here we come!"

"Oh? Is the big dumb one finally going to get his hands dirty?" Luffa had killed all but two of the Saibamen, but once she spotted Nappa walking towards her, she raised her hand, extending two fingers, and the creatures suddenly exploded where they stood. Vegeta didn't move, but his eyes widened with surprise.

"You've got a smart mouth on you, little girl, but you won't talk so tough once I'm done with you!" Nappa shouted. As he approached, he began punching his right palm with his left fist.

"You remind me of my father," Luffa said. She scooped up a piece of a Saibaman and took a bite as she walked closer to Nappa.

"Is that right?" Nappa said with a laugh. "Well I doubt we're related! I'm from one of the noblest families on Planet Vegeta!"

"No, I don't mean you look like my father," Luffa said. She waited until they were close together before finally looking him in the eye. "I meant you remind me of how I killed him."

Something about her cold expression startled Nappa, and he took a half step back without really thinking. "Wh-why you little--! I think it's time I taught you some respect!"

"Sure, old man," Luffa said. She raised her hand and curled in her fingers to egg him on. "Teach me something. While you still can."

Nappa made a frustrated roar and threw a punch at her, which she dodged easily. His follow-up, however, was more successful. He swung his leg around in a spin-kick, and caught her off-guard, sending her crashing into one of the buttes that littered the wasteland.

Nappa laughed at his quick victory, and the Earth's defenders prepared themselves for a fight. Under the rubble of the butte, Luffa cursed her body for being so pathetic.

The Saibamen creatures had taken more out of her than she had realized. Each of them was about as strong as Raditz had been, so she felt a surge of confidence when she was able to fight five of them at once, but it wasn't enough. Nappa was even stronger, and she was certain that Vegeta was even stronger still.

She couldn't stand this! To reach the heights of Saiyan potential, only to degenerate to this pitiful level. There had been times when she had longed to return to her old life, a low-level Saiyan housewife, instead of the Legendary Super Saiyan. But she hadn't counted on how accustomed she had gotten to being invincible. Right now, all she wanted was to take Nappa's smug superiority and make him choke on it. She wanted to blast her way out of all these rocks she was buried under, and tell him that his attack hadn't hurt at all.

Instead, she shoved just enough of them aside to climb out of the debris. And the pain in her back was enough to curb any show of bravado.

"I'm not finished yet!" she snarled. But as she surveyed the battlefield, she was shocked by how much had happened while she was down.

The dark energy wafted from Nappa's body like purple steam. His eyes glowed red, and he seemed completely unconcerned with Luffa's comeback. In short order, he had already killed Chiaotzu, Yamcha, Tien, and Piccolo. Only Gohan and Krillin remained alive, and neither looked like they were in much shape to continue fighting.

"Well well, look who's still alive!" Nappa said with a grin. "I guess you really are a Saiyan after all! I was starting to think one of these Earth punks made a fake tail and glued it onto your butt!"

"I'm more of a Saiyan... than you'll ever be, old man!" Luffa seethed. "I'll tear you apart!"

"That's the spirit!" Nappa cheered. "You're gonna die no matter what, so you might as well go down fighting, right?"

"Nappa!" Vegeta shouted. "Hurry up and finish her off! Kakarot will be here any moment!"

"Right!" Nappa said. "No sense wasting time playing around with small fry like you!"

Faster than she could follow with her eyes, he rushed towards her, and raised his fist to deliver a finishing blow. Luffa raised her arms, uncertain whether she could stop him...

...and somehow, she did. Without being consciously aware of it, she managed to not only catch Nappa's fist, but stopped it just centimeters from her face.

"Nappa, what is the matter over there?!" Vegeta growled. "Stop fooling around!"

Nappa snarled as he tried to force his way through Luffa's defense. She pushed back, unsure of her own strength.

"What is this?" he asked. "You can't be strong enough to do this! Y-you can't!"

"You know what?" Luffa sneered. "You're probably right! I'd better try something else."

Before he could react, she shifted her balance, and wrapped her limbs around his arm to catch him in a joint lock. Nappa howled in pain as she seized his fingers and torqued back his wrist.

"You little--! Arrrgghhh!" Nappa howled.

"Come on!" Luffa shouted. "Show me what you've got! You were gonna teach me some respect, right! Or maybe you want to call your buddy over to help!"

"Nappa, what are you doing?" Vegeta scolded.

"He's dying, that's what," Luffa shouted back. "One piece at a time, and then you're next, you royalist fool!"

Nappa could only swing his arm wildly, in a desperate attempt to break Luffa's grip. Instead, Luffa held on tighter, and then finally twisted Nappa's arm enough to break his wrist. She leaped clear of him and gasped for breath. The effort had left her winded, but the sight of Nappa's arm dangling uselessly at his side was like a balm for her spirit.

"Come on!" Luffa shouted. She slapped her chest and shoulders, daring him to take his best shot. "Come on! Hit me!"

Nappa couldn't resist her challenge, and he threw his good forearm at the side of her head. Luffa didn't even try to block him. She simply absorbed the blow, and recovered.

"What... what are you?" Nappa muttered.

"I'm just some freak who glued a tail on her butt," Luffa replied. "Right?"

She hit him back and he fell over from the force of it.

"Right?!" she screamed as she hit him again.

She put her arms behind her back and dared him to hit her. Nappa began to hyperventilate with anger and frustration. In his panic, he looked over to Vegeta, only to find that his lord was no longer paying attention to their fight.

Instead, Vegeta was glaring at the surviving Earthlings, who had been joined by Goku.

"Time's up," Luffa said with an evil smile. "Not that your idiot friend would have helped you, but now he's got his own playmate to deal with. And you won't be helping him, not with the shape you're in."

"No!" Nappa shouted, as he struck her face. Her head recoiled from the impact, but she recovered almost immediately, her eyes wide with excitement.

"You wanted to be immortal?" Luffa asked. "You? Fool! What would you do with eternal life? Throwing weak little punches like that."

He hit her again, and she began to laugh. Nearby, Goku and Vegeta had begun fighting, but she found herself unable to concentrate on that part of the battle. It almost felt like taking blows from Nappa was making her stronger, reawakening the dormant power that lay within her.

"Good, keep it up!" she screamed. "A few more like that, and Kakarot can sit out for the rest of this one! I'll just tackle your boss by myself!"

"Damn you! You'll never beat Vegeta!" Nappa insisted. She could see the fear in his eyes now. He was beginning to realize that he was no match for her, and the pain and weight of his injured arm was starting to take a toll on his fighting ability. All he had left now was his faith in his partner.

"Oh? And what makes him so special?" Luffa asked. "Another product of a 'noble family'?"

"You... you really don't have a clue, do you?" Nappa gasped. "He's no ordinary Saiyan! He's the Prince! There's a reason he shares the name of our home planet!"

This startled Luffa for a moment, but only a moment. Nappa tried to take advantage by firing beams of ki from his eyes, but she dodged these with little trouble.

"What Prince?" she demanded. "Rehval had no sons, and even if he did--!"

"Oh, then you've heard of Rehval at least," Nappa said. "Guess your parents taught you that much history. Well here's the rest of it: Prince Vegeta is the product of over a thousand years of Saiyan breeding! He's stronger than any Saiyan I've ever met! Stronger than me, stronger than you... why, he's even stronger than his own father!"

She didn't understand what he was saying. "A thousand years?" she asked. She turned and looked up to watch the prince in action.

To his credit, Goku was putting up a good fight, but Vegeta clearly had the advantage. They were both far beyond the abilities displayed by Nappa. For that matter, Luffa was unsure that she could keep up with them in her current condition. But this wasn't what troubled her.

"I've watched Prince Vegeta's power grow since he was a small boy," Nappa gloated. "He's better than special. He's downright miraculous. Who knows? He might even be stronger than the Legendary Super Saiyan."

Luffa looked back at Nappa with an astonished glare. The conviction in his eyes was what truly horrified her. She was so revolted by his glowing praise of Vegeta that she drove the butt of her palm into his nose. The precision impact fractured his nose and drove fragments of bone into his brain, killing him instantly.

Then she looked back at the battle above. No, the power of Vegeta didn't trouble her much. Nor did the prospect of her mission here. According to Trunks, she only had to get history back on track, and history had recorded a desperate, touch-and-go battle against Vegeta, which was basically how things were playing out. She just had to keep Goku and the others alive long enough to see it through.

What sent shivers down her spine was the idea that this royalist clown, this Vegeta, somehow represented the pinnacle of Saiyan achievement. He was supposed to be the best and brightest of his generation?

Eventually, she would join the battle, and keep Vegeta distracted long enough for Goku to deploy his best techniques. She would do what she could to test Vegeta's power, and see if his strength might awaken more of her own.

But throughout that battle, she knew that she would be constantly preoccupied with the question of what had happened to the Saiyan race, and just what had happened after she killed Rehval on Nagaoka. All she knew for certain was that she wouldn't like the answer.

NEXT: Fighting Blind.

#dragon ball #fanfiction #lssjluffafic #luffa #pulmon #trunks #nappa #piccolo #krillin #tien #yamcha #chiaotzu #vegeta #goku #earth #toki toki city #wow i got a crapton of actual dbz characters in this #took me 143 installments but i finally turned this into an actual dbz fanfic

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