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polyphonical · 8 months ago

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Dragon's Head - Back to Square One

Location: Wrestling Gym

Tomoya: Excuse me. Good work today~……

Tetora: One two~, three four~. Two two~, three four~ [1]. Hiiro-kun, make sure to stretch really well, okay?

Hiiro: Umu! I understand, Buchou. If you don’t stretch properly, you can get injured, so I’ll do it well. One two~, three four~. Two two~, three four.

Koga: Hey, Adonis. Let’s spar together ‘kay?

Adonis: Okay, I don’t mind. But Oogami, do we have to go that far when you're not competing in the show?

Koga: Heheh, don’t say things like that. You and I are friends.

C’mon, put on your gear already. I’m gonna beat the shit outta you ♪

Adonis: Hm? You’re going to be the one hitting? Oogami, maybe you just wanted to get your body moving?

Kuro: Aaand thereーー that’s enough punchin’ bags, right? I think we have this many people.

Lil’ miss might be stoppin’ by to check out how things are goin’, so maybe I should get a chair ready for her too.

Tomoya: ……

I don’t understand why I was chosen as a member for this!!

Tetora: Ah, Tomoya-kun. Sup～☆ What’s up? You just came in yellin’ all of a sudden.

Tomoya: No no! This is crazy, right!? The “The Starpro Rhylink Reconciliation Strategy” is a martial arts battle between both sides, right!?

So why was I chosen for this!? I can’t fight at all!?

Eichi: That’s because I recommended you, Tomoya-kun.

Tomoya: Ehhhh!? But why would you do that!? You’re participating too, right Tenshouin-senpai? Then just join by yourselfーー

Ah, is this your way of trying to be considerate to me? Sharing your work? Thanks, but no thanks. Please just compete by yourself.

Eichi: I’m not trying to be considerate. Have you taken a look around you? I have no other choice.

We’re surrounded by people with the strength of gorillas. Ah, maybe it’s more accurate to say they’re like gorillas themselves.

And yet I, someone as frail as a gazelle, got thrown in the middle. There’s no way I could compete in something like this, right?

Eichi: That’s why I recommended Mashiro-kun as a person I could compete with ♪

Tomoya: You’re not being considerate of me at all, are you. I’m more of a sacrifice than anything.

Koga: Haah? Just who are you calling a gorilla, Tenshouin-senpai? [2] Don’t blame me when I bite back after you talk shit behind our backs.

Eichi: Hey now, I never said that. I’d like it if you didn’t put words in my mouth. I said, “people with the strength of gorillas.”

Tomoya: You literally called them gorillas right after though……

Eichi: Did I now?

Ah, it’s my phone.

…Hm? Why are they calling me?

I’m going to step outside for a bit, so you can begin practicing without me. Helloーー

Koga: Aah. That bastard~ He just said his piece and ran away!

Tomoya: Sigh…… Based on how Tenshouin-senpai responded, it doesn’t look like I can get out of this one……

Tetora: Hi~yah!

Hiiro: Guh……!

Kuro: And there it is, technique! With that, Tetsu wins based on points!

Hiiro and Tetora: Thank you very much!

Hiiro: As I expected, you’re great, Buchou. I thought you were going to strike towards the upper half. I totally read that wrong!

Tetora: Yeah, I knew you were being wary of me striking you at the upper half, Hiiro-kun~. Tomoya-kun, you should join us next time ssu!

Tomoya: Absolutely not! That’s definitely impossible! Hell no! We’re at totally different levels! I’d die, y’know!? At the very least, let me fight against Tenshouin-senpaiーー

Wait, huh? Speaking of Tenshouin-senpai, he’s been on the phone for a long time, hasn’t he?

Koga: Maybe he got scared and ran away~.

Kuro: He doesn’t seem like the type of guy to run away like that…… I wonder what happened.

Adonis: Ah, Tenshouin-senpai is coming back.

Kuro: Hey. Ya were gone for quite a while. Any trouble? If ya can’t make it to practice today, it’s fine.

Eichi: Trouble… Yes. You can say I ran into trouble. Big trouble.

―― Everyone, we’re going to have to cancel today’s practice.

Kuro: Ha? The hell’s that mean?

Tetora: Literally ssu. It was really hard to get everyone’s schedules lined up for this…. Why do we have to cancel so suddenly?

Eichi: That call I just took was from the management at ES. They told me that we have to stop this plan.

Tetora: Ehhh!? Stop the plan… But why now!?

Eichi: Well, it’s not like I didn’t consider this possibility.

If two agencies that have been rumored to be on bad terms suddenly appeared on a TV show fighting each other, it might give an even worse impression of both agencies.

If they want to limit the number of risks taken, it’s not hard to imagine why they would be reluctant to go through with a project like this.

In fact, both Anzu and I understood these risks when we came up with the plan.

However, since this kind of project has many risks, it gives a sense of authenticity, even if it’s dramatic.

The more drama there is, the easier people are influenced.

Good grief. I thought the managers understood that. I didn’t think they’d be so spineless…

But since it got rejected, there’s nothing I can do but follow what they say.

Tomoya: So, are you going to come up with another plan?

Eichi: Perhaps. It’s hard to do anything right now. They asked me to come up with an alternative plan, but I haven’t came up with one yet.

At any rate, today’s practice has been cancelled. I will contact you all if there’s any progress made.

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They're doing that type of counting where you say which set you're on as you count. So like, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (1) 2 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 (2), and so forth. I hope that made sense TOT

Koga's being sarcastic here ofc, but he also said senpai in katakana instead of 先輩, so I italicized it for emphasis.

#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars translation #enstars translation #polyphonical #eichi tenshouin #tetora nagumo #hiiro amagi #tomoya mashiro #adonis otogari #kuro kiryu #dragon's head

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chuckeroo777 · 17 days ago

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Frieren Liveblog- Chapters 33-36

Welcome back! Last time, Fern and Stark started to realize that they do, in fact, like each other. Lets see what happens as they make their way further north.

Huh, I didn't realize Frieren had any living friends outside the hero's party. This dwarf must be pretty cool to have Frieren nostalgic like this.

Also, confirmation that dwarves live for 300 years. I'm curious how old elves can get. We know Frieren is over 1000, but she shows no signs of slowing down.

I wonder how old Voll was the last time Frieren saw him. She isn't shocked at his age the way she was with Himmel.

You're one to talk. I suppose honor isn't too important when you're mostly fighting demons.

"Oh come on Fern, we've been having a misadventure, like, every chapter. A little time off would be nice."

"I wouldn't call 32 notable events over 4 years particularly strenuous. Spy X Family has over 100 chapters, and barely a single semester has passed."

Seems Frieren isn't the only long-lived person to have trouble making friends.

I can't tell if vanity is a core trait of Himmel, or if he's just really bad at flirting.

So, is he actually senile, or is he just a jokester? It's hard to tell when so many fictional badass old dudes like to pretend.

So, what are the odds Sein actually ends up falling for Frieren? I'd hope not, but you never know.

Eh, I've heard worse names.

So, what are the odds we find him this chapter? Law of foreshadowing suggests that bringing it up means it's relevant.

Frieren asking the real questions.

Frieren isn't present, so it's probably safe.

Huh. I genuinely didn't think he'd be relevant again.

Ah, is Sein gonna split from the party? Then again, it couldn't be that hard to get from Auberst to Tur, could it? Gorilla has been gone for ten years, and Frieren isn't in a hurry, so surely we can visit both, right?

An important image.

Ah yes, that's where the best stuff tends to be. And never underestimate the value of a good cleaning spell. Never know when you'll have to deal with oil traps or poisonous moss.

It keeps happening.

Also, did their cabin rental not include furniture?

God, these two are adorable. Makes me wonder if their relationship is actually romantic, or if it's more of a sibling bond.

Then again, I'm the one who took forever to realize "The Monster who Wants to Eat Me" was, in fact, yuri, so take my romantic assessments with a grain of salt.

Yeah, this was the guy who one-shot a dragon.

Ah, I see Sein sees it as on the romantic side of things, while Frieren remains blissfully ignorant.

Hmm... I had the feeling Sein would leave the party, but this feels a bit abrupt. We'll probably see him again, but I wonder if it's imminent, or much further down the line. Maybe next chapter? Guess I'll find out in a minute.

What's stopping Frieren from getting a copy of the scriptures? Do they require special enchantments? Can you simply not use them if you don't have the "talent" they talked about a while back?

I've made plenty of mom-Fern jokes, but seriously. Frieren really did become Fern's step-mom, didn't she.

Amen to that.

How much medicine do you need? And where did you even get that thing?

Sein is gone, but not forgotten. Even if I've been reading it a lot slower than I normally do, this manga has been very nice. Very chill, very somber, very funny. I think that's why I stopped reading MHA. Stakes were just getting too heavy with no downtime.

Next time, we finally reach AuBerst. I wonder what makes it so magical?

#sousou no frieren #frieren liveblog #frieren #manga spoilers #manga #chapter 33 #chapter 34 #chapter 35 #chapter 36

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karlachismylife · 23 days ago

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NO MAKE THAT GORILLA READER. The best way to avoid burnout and bad thoughts is by indulging in what you want. The other stuff can wait until your gorilla reader juice is out, write that! I know I wanna see it lol

Thank you 🥺 I am still figuring out the plot (ah yes my sworn enemy) and deciding whether it will be multi-part or what. Probably will, but maybe shorter than those approximate 28 more chapters of the Queen of the Clan (and if they keep splitting like the sixth did... lord help me). Kinda selfishly want to draw out this gorilla story cuz it's my ultimate fantazy lol.

All that to say that I won't be putting everything on hold for it cuz there's not enough prep to start yet, and also I just wanna write different stuff. Really enjoy doing requests and random pieces inspired by asks.

But I am happy that you're interested, this is like me showing a very intimate part of me. I'm not really a shy or a private person (watch me post nudes randomly one day), but this is just something I haven't been able to indulge in properly even secretly.

I remember there was one time I got to run through wild, untamed nature of a beautiful reserve yelling like a gorilla and climbing big rocks and tree trunks so wide that one person can't hug them. A very happy memory.

But yeah, I am sparing time to think about this piece almost daily and it definitely helps with bad thoughts. But also getting such sweet messages helps too :3 You're so kind, I'm really really glad I have people like you here <33

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awholelotofladybug · 1 year ago

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Fabricator: A Stammering Adrien AU Story

Based on This AU

Disclaimer: The only characters or locations I own are the ones I make up. All other fictional characters and locations about Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir are the property of Thomas Astruc and Zag. Please support the official release.

Credit for the plot and new characters in this story goes to @shadowlorddemon

“That’s it, Marinette. Nice and steady,” said the mayor. “Keep your back straight. You’re doing just fine.”

Marinette gulped as she walked forward. Anyone who knew Marinette could tell you that she was a klutz. She was dreading the potential disaster awaiting her if she took a bad step. Every inch forward felt like a risk as the stack of books on her head tilted back and forth like a looming pendulum.

“Mr. Mayor, not that I don’t trust you, but what does balancing books have to do with party etiquette?” Marinette asked.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to be proper and sophisticated for this party,” said Chloé, her eyes not leaving her magazine. “A big part of that is having good posture.”

The mayor gave a proud nod. “And this is one of the best ways to practice. Now come along, Marinette. Just a few more steps.”

Marinette made her next step, then another, and another, each step made as if there were landmines on the floor. Finally, she made it over to Mayor Bourgeois, who gave her applause.

“Well done, Marinette. You did it.”

“I did it?” she asked with a smile. “I did it! Yes!”

Marinette raised her fist to the air, but sudden movements, gravity, and heavy books do not mix well, and the poor girl toppled backward with the books landing on her head. The mayor and his daughter rushed to help her.

“Mama, is that you?” asked a dizzy Marinette. “I’m all ready for beddy-bye.”

“Well,” said the mayor, “At least she obtained a new skill.”

“Plus some mild head trauma,” Chloé teased.

About twenty minutes and an ice pack later, Marinette was sitting with Chloé and the mayor at a hotel restaurant table with a pot of tea.

“Now, to continue,” said the mayor. “Despite what you have seen in movies and television, one should not extend one’s pinkie finger when drinking tea.”

“Really? Why?” Marinette asked.

“It’s rude and connotes elitism,” said Chloé. “It’s one of the first things I had to “unlearn.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Wow. You learn something new every day.”

“You’ve done wonderfully so far,” said the mayor. “You even managed the cutlery lesson in record time. Only four tries.”

Marinette rubbed her hands. “Don’t remind me. My hands are still sore from all the slapping.”

“Hey, it’s how I learned, so it’s how you learned,” said Chloé.

Marinette sighed. These lessons were about as pleasant as cuddling a porcupine. But then she remembered why she was doing it. She took out a picture of her and Adrien from their last date, and gave a longing sigh.

“It’s all for you, my buttercup. I just hope I don’t blow it.”

Chloé laughed “Honey, please, you could set the place on fire, and Adrien wouldn’t regret it.”

“You think so?” Marinette asked.

“Are you kidding? He’s crazy about you.”

Marinette smiled. “Thanks, Chloé. And thanks for helping me with this.”

Chloé rubbed the back of her head and blushed. “Honestly, after all the awful things I did, it’s the least I can do.”

The two friends, once mortal enemies, smiled at each other as the lessons continued.

The night of the party had finally arrived. Adrien was ready to burst with excitement as Gorilla drove him up to Marinette’s house. This was his first big party with Marinette. Once they stopped, Adrien got out of the car and rushed into the bakery. The first thing he saw was the warm, smiling faces of Marinette’s parents

“Ah, there he is,” said Tom. “My little girl’s Prince Charming, come to take her to the ball.”

Adrien blushed. “Hi, M-M-M-Mister Dupain, Mrs. Cheng. Is Marinette r-r-r-ready?”

“Tom, go get her,” said Sabine. “I’ll keep “Prince Charming” company.”

Tom smiled and went up the stairs. Meanwhile, Sabine saw Adrien tugging at his necktie. She shook her head as she gave him a hand redoing the knot.

“Look at you,” she said. “All dapper and debonair. Excited about tonight?”

“I sure am, Mrs. Cheng. Tonight is g-g-going to be great. I’m... I’m going to make Marinette feel like a p-p-princess”

Sabine chuckled. “Honey, when she’s around you, she always feels like a princess.”

“Did somebody ask for a princess?” said Tom’s voice.

The two of them looked to see Tom, who moved to the side to present Marinette in a short, white dress with decorative white roses on the left shoulder. Her face was painted with tasteful makeup, and her hair was up in a bun. Adrien could feel his heart pounding as he saw this approaching vision of beauty.

“Adrien?” said Marinette. “Adrien, can you hear me?”

Adrien snapped back to reality, cleared his throat, and offered his hand.

“Shall we?”

Marinette giggled. “Let’s.”

Marinette looked around the ballroom. The room abounded with the rich and famous. There were the Agrestes and the Bourgeois’, of course, as well as the Blanchets and the Tsurugis. There were celebrities like Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale, as well as businessmen like Emil Dupre and Mortimer Hugo. The Moreau twins, Sebastian and Salazar, also made an appearance, without their older brother, Anton, thankfully. Marinette’s head spun a little. She felt like a mouse in a lion’s den. But as nervous as she was, she was not nearly as nervous as Adrien, who was shaking like a leaf.

“You too, huh?” Marinette asked.

Adrien gulped. “Yeah. It’s b-b-b-been a while since I've been to one of these.”

“Okay… Okay, this isn’t a problem,” said Marinette, trying to work things out. “Let’s just stay close together and look for people we know.”

“Yeah, good idea,” said Adrien, trying to ignore the beat of sweat on his brow.

The couple made their way through the room, holding hands. Every once in a while, they caught a pair of eyes following them. Many seemed friendly enough, but others showed disdain at the sight of a wealthy young man dating a “commoner.” Still, Marinette and Adrien ignored them as best they could. That’s when they heard a familiar voice.

“Marinette! Adrien! Over here!”

A sight for sore eyes if ever there was one. Chloé and Sabrina were waving at them and standing with Emilie and Nathalie. With a quick sigh of relief, the young couple made their way toward them.

“Hi guys,” said Marinette. “So good to see familiar faces.”

Chloé chuckled a bit. “Yeah… You know, a year ago, I would have fumed at the idea of you being here. Probably would’ve thrown a huge tantrum.”

“Yeah. You were pretty awful back then.”

“Yeah,” said Chloé. “But now, honestly, I’m really glad to see you.”

Marinette’s eyes became as big as dinner plates. “Wow.”

“What? Did I say something wrong?” Chloé asked.

“No, no, it’s fine,” said Marinette. “In fact, that was the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me… Thank you.”

Chloé’s cheeks turned pink. Hearing that “thank you” sparked a warm, comforting feeling in her chest. A small smile made its way across her face as she decided to be playful.

“Well, now that we’re friends, I guess you better get used to it, Dupain-Cheng,” she teased.

Marinette smiled as they found a table. She loved this new side of Chloé. Sure, she still seemed a little spoiled, but at least now she was spoiled sweet instead of spoiled rotten.

The night marched on, and so did the party. Marinette’s lessons were paying off. From walking with proper posture to the proper utensil usage, she managed to utilize all of it. Though she and Adrien spent more time flirting than they did eating. However, those who were focused on eating did work up a thirst, and Chloé decided to quench hers with a glass of punch. While at the bowl, she suddenly got the feeling that she was being watched.

“Chloé Bourgeois. What a surprise.”

Chloé turned to see Mason Edmund, the fashion designer. The thin man had salt-and-pepper hair and a scruffy beard surrounding a semi-permanent scowl. He wore a charcoal gray suit, grey dress-gloves, oxblood shoes, and carried a black walking stick with a golden lion head handle. Chloé felt her skin crawl a little. She had heard about Mason Edmund. Her mother called him “Dream Killer.” He had a talent for destroying the confidence of aspiring young designers, making them give up before they even start.

“Always a pleasure to meet Audrey Bourgeois’ youngest ankle-biter,” he said with an Eastern Finnish accent. “And how are we tonight?”

Chloé gulped. “Bonsoir, Monsieur Edmund. I’m doing alright. Just here with a few friends.”

“You actually made some friends? How cute,” he said snobbishly.

Chloé growled under her breath. Keeping her temper in check was hard enough without this know-it-all chumming the waters.

“So, who are these friends of yours, Miss Chloé?”

“Well, you already know Adrien Agreste and Sabrina Raincomprix,” said Chloé. “But the one with the bun is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“Cute as a button, that one,” said Edmund. “So what is she? Teen model? Child TV star?”

"No, nothing like that. She's a baker's daughter," said Chloé.

"Quaint."

Chloé cleared her throat. "Yeah, but she is an aspiring fashion designer. It's her lifelong dream."

"Lifelong dream, you say?" Edmund said as his lips curled.

Chloé's blood ran cold at the tone in his voice. "W-Wait! Monsieur Edmund! I didn't..."

"Run along, child," said Edmund. "I'm off to have a chat with our little dreamer.~"

The villain adjusted the silver crown lion pin on his floral-print tie, and walked away.

Chloé facepalmed. "Me and my big mouth.”

Marinette poured herself a glass of punch. So far, the night was going smoothly. No words had been fumbled, no glasses had been broken, no utensil was misused, and despite a few glares from the higher-ups, she felt surprisingly confident.. That soon changed, however, when she felt a pair of eyes fall upon her. She turned around and nearly jumped out of her skin at the sight of the thin old man looming over her..

“Oh! Uh, M-Monsieur Edmund. B-Bonsoir.”

“Bonsoir, Ms. Dupain-Cheng,” said Edmund. “Charmed, I’m sure.”

Marinette smiled as best she could. “So, uh, how’s the fashion industry?”

“As cutthroat as ever,” he said. “Speaking of which, a little blonde birdie told me you were an aspiring designer yourself.”

“Uh, yeah. I’d like to start my own fashion line.”

“Yes, it’s nice to have dreams, isn’t it?” Edmund continued. “Just by looking at you, I can tell a good deal of your designs include floral patterns. With plenty of pastel colors, am I right?”

Suddenly, Marinette felt uneasy. “Y-Yeah?”

“Oh, how precious. And bold. Not everyone in the fashion world is bold enough to use colors and imagery often reserved for toddlers. Perhaps you could add some cute little bumblebees and butterflies into your designs. Maybe a princess and a unicorn as well.”

Edmund’s words cut like a knife. Marinette’s confidence began to crumble and she felt herself shaking and spilling punch onto her dress.

“Oh my,” said Edmund. “How very clumsy of you. Well, perhaps this can inspire you to design yourself a bib.”

Marinette felt like she was two inches tall. She could hear a few people laughing at her. She was ready to start crying. but just before she could...

“You leave her alone!” said Chloé.

Adrien held Marinette close. “Don’t t-t-t-talk to my girlfriend like that, you b-b-big bully!”

“What’s this? Audrey’s little shrew shows compassion, and Gabriel’s little mouse shows some backbone. Tonight is full of surprises,” said Edmund. “But come now, if anything, I’m doing Ms. Dupain-Cheng a favor. The fashion world is incredibly cutthroat, after all.”

That is when Emilie and Nathalie walked up.

“Whether or not it’s “cutthroat” is irrelevant,” said Nathalie.

“You, Monsieur Edmund, are just a bully,” said Emilie. “You’ve always been a bully.”

Edmund scoffed. “If you and your little friends can’t handle a few harsh words, that’s not my problem.”

“A few harsh words?!” said Adrien. “You... You insulted her t-t-t-to her face!”

“Yeah! And you’re one to talk!” said Chloé. “You went on a month-long tirade after my mom gave you a bad review!”

“There is an elegance to be found in simplicity! Something your tasteless hack of a mother wouldn’t know!” Edmund exclaimed.

That’s when Chloé snapped. “Marinette’s designs are leagues ahead of yours! At least they have some color! Yours look like something out of a bad Halloween movie! People would rather wear old potato sacks over your depressing rags!”

Edmund snarled. “I have half a mind, you little blonde brat!”

Just then, Edmund heard chatter off to the side.

“Arguing with children. Pathetic,” said Mortimer Hugo.

“Indeed. Such insecurity,” said Salazar Moreau. “And the Bourgeois girl isn’t even wrong.”

“Quite. His last fashion line was about as dull as dishwater,” said Emil Dupre. “Honestly, from what I’ve heard, that Dupain-Cheng girl could design circles around him.”

“That’s for sure,” said Sebastian Moreau. “I work in fashion myself, and I’ve heard good things.”

Edmund shot Marinette a glare and stormed off, not noticing the following gaze and insidious half-smile of Emil Dupre.

Marinette and her friends stood by the punch bowl. That ordeal had felt like an emotional 4k run, and this was a chance to catch their breath.

“I lost my temper again, didn’t I?” Chloé asked.

“Yeah,” said Sabrina. “But to be fair, Monsieur Edmund started it.”

“Chloé, I have to ask,” said Marinette. “Did you mean what you said about my designs?”

Chloé blushed. “Yeah. The truth is I’ve always liked your work, even if I never admitted it.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “You did? Really?”

“Of course she did,” said Adrien. “That j-j-j-just goes to show how talented you are, princess.”

Marinette blushed. “Oh, Adrien, you big smoothie.”

“Not to... Not to mention smart, funny, pretty, and w-w-way too kissable.”

Before Marinette could respond, she felt a barrage of what she liked to call “Adrien smooches.” Each peck from his lips tickled her cheek.

“Adrien,�� she said with a giggle. “Control yourself.”

Chloé shook her head. Watching these two was like reading a cringy romantic fanfiction. Still, it was pretty cute. However, just as things were starting to calm down, there was a loud slam as the front door swung open. As the crowd looked toward it, they saw what looked like a living mannequin with blank eyes and a big ear-to-ear smile. He wore a white top hat and tailcoat tuxedo with glitch distortion patchwork, and he carried a walking stick in his right hand made to look like a red-headed sewing pin.

“Attention, distinguished members of Paris’ Elite!” the villain proclaimed. “I am the Fabricator, the first, last, and only word on the world in haute couture! And I am here to show all of you what a REAL fashion designer can do!”

The crowd trembled as Fabricator searched the room. He slowly shifted his gaze back and forth until his eyes met with Marinette’s.

“Starting with you, little dreamer,” he said with a smirk. “You like pink and flowers so much? Let’s see what I can stitch together for you.”

Marinette froze as she saw the villain’s attack fly her way, only to be snapped out of it after hearing Chloé shout “Marinette! Look out!” and being shoved to the floor. As Adrien helped her up, what Marinette witnessed would plague her memories. Poor Chloé had become a lifeless mannequin in an unflattering, hot pink flower gown. Gasps and murmurs escaped the crowd while Fabricator chuckled.

“Hmm,” he said. “A member of the Bourgeois clan sticking her neck out for someone else? How surprising... How noble... How nauseating.”

Sabrina’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked at her petrified friend. However, sadness gave way to rage as she tackled Fabricator, and fought him for his walking stick.

“You MONSTER! You SICK, TWISTED...”

She was suddenly silenced as she became a mannequin, one wearing a purple and green superhero costume.

“Poor child, but that’s what you get for trying to play the hero,” said Fabricator. “Now where was I? Huh?”

Marinette and Adrien were gone, but Fabricator could only laugh at this.

“Run and hide all you like!” he proclaimed. “But I will find you, and you will suffer!”

Outside the building, Marinette and Adrien gasped for breath as they found a brief bit of safety. Each one knew what they had to do next as they looked at each other.

“Find somewhere safe to hide,” they said in unison.

“Huh? Oh, okay. Love you,” they responded in unison.

The two youngsters turned away and ran off. Marinette found herself a dark alley. Once she knew she was alone, she let Tikki out of hiding and put the earrings on in a huff.

“Ugh! I knew this would happen,” said Marinette. “Nights like this just scream “akuma attack.”

“Sorry, Marinette,” said Tikki. “But as the Ladybug, you have your duty.”

Marinette sighed. “I know, I know. It’s just... Ugh!” Marinette stopped herself. “No. No griping. This isn’t about me. Tikki, spots on.”

Meanwhile, back in the ballroom, Fabricator was giggling and grinning as he put his mannequins up in ridiculous poses, laughing to himself.

“My latest line is underway,” he said, “I’ll call it “Tasteless Fools.”

“Since you’re the one who m-m-made the outfits, would that make you the tasteless one?”

Fabricator turned his gaze towards this new critic, and much to his delight, there was Ladybug and Chat Noir.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Miraculous Misfits in their playsuits,” he said with a scoff. “You saved me the trouble of tracking you down. Now it’s time to add your Miraculouses to Hawkmoth’s wardrobe.”

Ladybug took a fighting stance. “Not gonna happen, Fabricator.”

“Yeah, and what m-m-makes you think Hawkmoth can pull off this look?” said Chat as he struck a pose that made Ladybug giggle.

“Give it up, Fabricator,” said Ladybug. “Your freaky fashion show is over.”

“We’ll see about that, Ladybrat,” said the villain as he blasted aimed at the duo.

Ladybug and Chat dodged each blast as best they could, dodging each beam. Anything the beam touched found itself in one bizarre outfit or another. One chair was now dressed as a clown, and another was dressed like a chicken. Each outfit was a clear attempt to make Ladybug and Chat look ridiculous, but thankfully, they hadn’t been hit yet. Chat Noir, growing impatient, rushed over and fought the villain face-to-face, followed by Ladybug

“Time to s-s-s-send you and your designs to the cleaners, Fabricator!” said Chat with a confident smirk.

Fabricator snarled. “Not before I have you de-clawed, kitty boy!”

While her partner distracted Fabricator, Ladybug snuck up behind the villain, and swept his legs.

“ARRGH!”

The villain did not stay down for long, though, springing back onto his feet, he swung at the heroes, only for them to dodge his blows. After that, Ladybug jumped away from the action, and took out her yoyo.

“Now’s as good a time as any,” she said. “LUCKY CHARM!”

The Lucky Charm appeared, and as usual, it only served to baffle the spotted heroine.

“A jar?” she said aloud. “What can I do with a jar?”

Ladybug looked around the room, trying to think about how she could use her seemingly useless weapon. That’s when her Lady-Vision kicked in, and spotted Fabricator’s walking stick.

“Okay, it’s a long shot, but here we go,” she said.

Ladybug rushed the villain, and placed the jar onto the handle of the walking stick. As soon as he tried to blast them again, the blast was stopped and redirected onto the stick, making it hot and causing the villain to drop it.

“AUGH! HOT! HOT!” he screamed.

“CHAT! NOW!” Ladybug called. “DESTROY THE STICK!”

Chat rushed over, and grabbed it. “CATACLYSM!”

As the stick turned to ash, the Akuma appeared, flying toward the window. Now was Ladybug’s chance.

“No more evil doing for you, little Akuma,” she said as she activated her yo-yo. “TIME TO DE-EVILIZE!”

The Akuma was caught, purified in a flash of light, then released.

“Bye-bye, little butterfly,” said Ladybug before tossing the Lucky Charm in the air. “MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!”

Things were settling down as things went back to normal. The villain was defeated, all of the damage was undone, and all of the petrified victims were flesh and blood again. As the evening came to a close, Marinette and her friends regrouped outside.

“So where did Mason Edmund go?” Adrien asked. “I haven’t s-s-s-seen him since before the attack.”

“He left,” said Chloé, rubbing her arm. “I tried apologizing, but he just laughed said that I’ve gone soft.”

Sabrina put a hand on Chloé’s shoulder. “Don’t feel bad, Chloé. At least you tried.”

“Did he apologize for what he said about Marinette?” Adrien asked.

“Not even a little,” said Sabrina.

Adrien growled a little before feeling Marinette’s hand take his.

“I’m okay, you guys, really,” said Marinette. “This night wasn’t all bad anyway.

“What do you mean?” Sabrina asked.

“I got to be with my buttercup. That’s always a plus,”

Adrien blushed as the two of them hugged.

“And not only that, I now know, without a doubt, that Chloé cares about me,” said Marinette.

Chloé blushed. “I mean, I couldn’t just let the Akuma hurt you...”

“Come on, Chloé, don’t be modest,” said Marinette. “You kept me from being a mannequin tonight. You saved my life.”

Chloé cleared her throat. “Well, yeah, why wouldn’t I?” she asked. “We’re friends now, and that’s what friends do, right?”

“Without a d-d-doubt,” said Adrien as he pulled them all in. “Group hug!”

Marinette smiled as she embraced her boyfriend and her former enemies. The night had been far from perfect, but at least it ended on a happy note.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chloe bourgeois #sabrina raincomprix #chloe bourgeois redemption #post redemption chloe #stammering adrien au #miraculous ladybug fanfiction

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Born To Run

Hi!! This is inspired by a post by @miadeardn ! Basically, Spider-Verse AU with the flash family. I own nothing DC and Spider-Verse owns. Warning: non graphic death and fights. Please let me know if more tags need to be added. Stay safe and enjoy!

“Wallace! You better be ready!” Ace winced as he was most certainly not ready.

“Coming, Aunt Iris!” He called back.

He ran to get ready and tried to not have a grumpy face. Avery always teased him because of it.

Today was the day he was visiting his aunt’s boyfriend at his job. Something about an olive branch. Yeah, sure.

Wallace smiled and denied the offer for a ride. He’s fine taking his bike.

Finally making it to CCPD, he made his way (with some trouble) to Barry’s office.

The weather decided to match his mood because it started raining hard.

Great. Now he needs to ride home with Barry…which was probably his aunt’s plan. Wallace almost wants to ride his bike in the rain just out of spite but he pushes those thoughts from his mind.

“Hey.” He called out to Barry, who closed his laptop quickly.

Wallace tried not to let it bother him. Really.

“Hey!” Barry exclaimed then winced at how loud that sounded. “Hey. How’s it going?” Barry checked his watch. “Ah. It’s 12. Right. I’ll grab my stuff and we can head to lunch and then I can show you around. There’s this great place down the street—“

“It’s raining.” Wallace pointed out.

Barry paused then turned to the window as if he was shocked to see rain. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. It’s fine. I ate before I came here.”

Barry smiled but his eyes were still on the window.

Great.

Wallace walked to the window as thunder rolled. Barry put a hand on Wallace’s shoulder.

“There’s something you should know.”

“If you’re cheating on my aunt, I’m—“

“I’m not!” Barry exclaimed and then became more quiet and moved his hand away. He walked away to stand by the desk, leaving Wallace alone at the window. “I’m not. Wallace, I’m—“

Wallace didn’t get to know what he said next because a bolt of lightning struck the glass and hit Wallace in the chest, sending him flying back into a rack of chemicals.

Wallace woke up. He felt like he was out for ten minutes and thirty years at the same time.

“Hey. Good to see you’re awake.” Barry said.

“This is somehow your fault.” Wallace groaned. He and Barry were at Terrific Tech if any of the lab coats were anything to go by.

“Not entirely untrue, I’m afraid. I was trying to get faster to stop someone and it seems—“

“Faster? Stop someone? Dude, you’re a Crime Scene Investigator! Who are you going to…” Wallace trailed off. No way. “You’re…”

“I’m Flash, Wallace. I have superspeed and it seems so do you.”

“…what?!”

Mr. Terrific made his appearance that moment. “For someone who took a bolt of lightning to the chest and fell onto chemicals, you healed really fast.” He joked. Wallace didn’t laugh but Barry did.

“Does aunt Iris know?” Wallace demanded.

“Don’t be mad at her but yes. I waited to tell her longer than I should’ve but she knows.”

Wallace sat.

Barry moved to do…something when his phone rang. He frowned a bit and answered it.

“This is Flash—“ Before Barry could get the whole sentence out, the other person quickly spoke.

“It’s Grodd. He’s doing it.” Those last three words had Barry’s eyes widening.

“I’ll be right there.” He hung up. “Stay here.” He said to Wallace and then turned to Terrific. “Let’s go.”

They were gone in a flash.

Wallace waited a whole five minutes before he decided he’s not going to wait on the sidelines for answers. He’s getting them now.

Wallace doesn’t know where Grodd is doing evil stuff but he pulls out his phone and opens social media.

A gorilla attack in downtown Central City by The Flash Museum according to multiple users.

Wallace gets up and falls on his face.

Okay. So. He probably should get his balance. He was unconscious for a while.

Wallace gets up and he means to run to grab his bike that he hopes isn’t still at the station but instead he makes it across the hallway in a second.

Oh.

Guess Barry wasn’t joking.

Wallace looked down to make sure his clothes weren’t burned off and was surprised to see him in some sort of costume that felt stronger than regular clothes.

Okay. Downtown Central City. Flash Museum.

Answers.

Wallace runs and he is grateful he knows the city so well on bicycle that he makes it to The Flash Museum in under 10 minutes.

He stops on the way to grab a party mask. He paid for it but he wished they had something other than a purple masquerade one. It is not his favorite color.

Wallace stops at the museum’s steps and thinks of what to do. His thoughts are interrupted when Barry comes flying out of the doors and hits the ground hard.

Barry looks up to see him and his eyes widen. He grabs Wallace and runs him about 400 feet away. He looks like he wants to run further but his lack of calories won’t let him. He crouched behind a large piece of concrete and drags Wallace down.

Grodd, a giant gorilla, came out of the museum laughing. “You think you can stop me?”

“Stay here.”

Wallace grabbed his arm. “Are you crazy? He’ll kill you.”

“The league is working to make sure his device doesn’t work and I’m keeping him busy.”

“Flash!” Grodd called. “Where are you, coward?!”

“Stay here and please, Wallace, listen to me this time.”

He’s gone before Wallace can say anything.

“Looking for me, buddy?” Barry sounds out of breath but he still says it.

Wallace chances a glance on the side of the concrete.

Barry is losing.

Grodd hit him again and again. Barry falls down.

Wallace makes a move to do something but Barry shakes his head a bit.

“Even now you think of your love.” Grodd taunted. “You hope someone will be there for her—whoever she is.”

Aunt Iris. He has to be there for aunt Iris.

Wallace stops moving.

“Goodbye Flash. You can rest knowing you were a worthy adversary.”

One final hit—

Barry is gone before Wally can do anything.

__________________

The funeral for The Flash was filled with people and quiet.

Nobody said much on the televised ceremony.

The funeral for Barry Allen was not as full of people but full of stories.

Avery came to pay respects and check on Wallace but he was more worried about his aunt Iris.

Wallace wants to tell her that Barry’s last thoughts were of her but he doesn’t know if that would help much.

Avery put a hand on Wallace’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“I was there.”

“What?”

He realized he didn’t want to keep this from Avery.

“I need to tell you something.”

After he was done, she looked at him like he grew two heads.

“It’s the truth.” He shrugged.

“I didn’t know you were like me.”

“Like you?”

She nodded.

Wallace tried not to feel hurt. “You’re a speedster?”

“Shh. You don’t know who’s listening. Yeah. I got hit by lightning and Barry…he was helping me.”

“Oh. So he’s fine with you in the field.“

“Hey, no. No. He didn’t want me to be in the field. I—“

“Where were you? If you had speed, you could’ve helped.”

“Wallace.”

“No! I’m sick of everyone lying to me and leaving me in the dark! You, Barry, aunt Iris. I’m sick of it!”

Wallace felt the lightning under his fingertips and he ran in the other direction.

He is back at The Flash Museum looking at all the damage when he realized he had run across the city.

He sits down on the ground in front of the statue of The Flash.

“I’m sorry.” Wallace whispered. He doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for—leaving the lab, blowing up at Avery, being at that window when Barry was supposed to get faster.

Maybe for all of it.

He put his head in his hands when he heard someone call out, “Hey. What’s wrong?”

Wallace whipped around and got up lightning fast. He put up his fists.

The person looked incredibly unimpressed.

She’s wearing all white with gold lightning bolts.

Great. Another person Barry trusted before Wallace.

“Who are you?”

“Lightspeed and I’m not from this universe.”

Wallace started to get dizzy.

“You didn’t eat yet today, did you?”

Wallace opened his mouth to answer and he stumbled a bit.

Lightspeed swore a bit and disappeared. In a few seconds, she was back with some food.

“Sit down.” She ordered. Wallace did.

They began to eat in silence.

“You’re from another universe? Like that Jay Garrick comic Barry was obsessed with as a kid?”

“No idea who either of those people are.” Lightspeed shrugged. “A portal opened and I had nothing better to do than jump in it.”

Wallace gave her a look. “You fell through it by accident.”

Lightspeed looked away. “Yup.” She looked back at Wallace. “So, what do I call you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You’re a speedster, aren’t you?” She looked at the statue. “Are you the next Flash?”

“No!” He exclaimed then quieted down.

“I didn’t mean to offend.” Lightspeed offered.

“I know. It’s fine. I don’t want that.”

“You can call me Ace.”

“Ace?”

“Nickname. I don’t want to give my name.”

“Right. Of course. Sorry Wallace.”

“What?! How?!”

“I know your doppelgänger on my Earth.” She explained.

“Wait. I just realized. How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

Lightspeed thought for a moment that didn’t last long. She stood up and took the trash. Then she was back and offered a hand to Wallace.

“Let me show you.”

This is such a bad idea. This is such a bad idea. This is such a bad idea.

He took her hand and they both ran.

They went to look at a fancy looking house.

“Whose house is this?” Wallace asked.

“My doppelgänger’s house.”

They watched as a person who looks a lot like Lightspeed without the mask argued with a man.

“I’ve been watching them for a while. Ever since I fell here.”

“When did you fall here?”

She looked at him. “Two weeks ago.”

“Who’s he?”

Lightspeed looked away. “Her husband. Rick.”

“Alright. Unless you’re a twin, you’re not from this Earth.” Wallace admitted.

“Only child.” Lightspeed promised.

“We should head back.”

There was a sound and air moving.

“Oh, boy.” Lightspeed said, sounding tired. “Someone has been following me for a while now.”

Wallace was immediately on alert. “Who?”

“No idea. Let’s go.”

They ran back to The Flash Museum to see Avery in all purple with a lightning bolt.

“A friend of yours?” Lightspeed wondered.

“Best friend.” He said then turned to Avery. “What’s going on?”

“I told your aunt that you needed some time.”

“Thanks.”

Silence. Wallace knew it wasn’t comfortable like it usually is with Avery.

“Sorry.” They said at the same time and then laughed.

“Have you been following Lightspeed?” Wallace asked.

Both said no.

“The one that’s following me is someone different—someone who’s familiar.” Lightspeed admitted.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.” Avery suggested.

They all ran, just missing someone watching from the shadows.

Aunt Iris immediately checked on all of them when they came back to the house.

“We need to stop Grodd.” Wallace said.

Everyone paused and then looked at him.

“The Justice League is handling it.”

“Like they handled whatever he was planning? My bet is that is what opened the portal.”

“I doubt it. If it was just me that came through the portal, then—“

“That’s a pretty big if.”

Lightspeed opened her mouth when the doorbell rang.

Everyone stood, immediately on alert.

Aunt Iris pushed through all of them and checked the door. She gasped and opened it to show a girl who looked to be around 13. She has red hair, green and brown eyes, and a determined expression. She’s holding up a boy with black hair and brown eyes who is leaning on her.

“Hi aunt Iris! Have you seen our parents?”

______________

To say everyone was shocked would be the understatement of the year.

Aunt Iris shook out of it the fastest and led the girl and boy into the house.

The girl brought the boy to the couch for him to heal up. Aunt Iris didn’t even seem to mind the boy was bleeding a little on her couch.

She told Wallace to get the first aid kid but Wallace couldn’t move. They called her aunt Iris. That shouldn’t be possible.

“Wallace.” Aunt Iris said and that got him moving but then the boy’s injury healed immediately.

“What the—“ Lightspeed started but then looked at the girl and stopped.

The girl didn’t seem to mind and laughed. “You’re funny, mom.”

Everyone paused and Lightspeed’s eyes widened. “It was you that had been following me.”

The girl nodded.

“I’m Irey. Dad always said I have to be careful who I share that with but you’re family, so it’s fine.”

“Dad?” Lightspeed echoed.

The girl—Irey’s face fell a little. “He, um. He died when we were 9.”

Aunt Iris put a hand on Irey’s shoulder.

“I’m okay, aunt Iris. But Jai and I need to—“

“Jai?” Wallace said. “Like Jay Garrick?”

Irey nodded. “Dad and Mom named me after his aunt and Jai after Poppy.”

Wait.

Before Wallace can fully freak out, Jai says something from the couch, “Grodd.”

The room goes silent once again. Wallace is getting tired of the silence.

“How does he know that name?” He demands.

“We have a Grodd on our earth. He’s a bad guy.” Irey answered.

“Why is he thinking about Grodd right now?”

Irey bit her lip. “Uh.”

“Who injured him?” Wallace pushed.

“Wallace.” Aunt Iris said.

“I just want answers.”

Wallace didn’t mean to step forward but he feels so lost and confused and maybe if he gets answers, the feelings will go away.

Irey stepped in a way that blocked Jai from him.

Wallace took a step back, surprised and ashamed. He wasn’t going to hurt anyone, especially not a kid who is barely conscious.

“This was a mistake.” Irey said and moved to grab Jai.

“Wait.” Avery said.

Irey ignores her and tries to pick up her brother.

“Irey. Hang on a second.” Aunt Iris tries.

Wallace says nothing.

Lightspeed went beside Irey and went to the girl’s eye level.

Irey didn’t meet her eyes but Lightspeed spoke nonetheless.

“My name is Linda Park and I know you’re probably really strong but I think you need a little help.”

Irey frowns. Clearly, like Barry, she doesn’t love asking for help.

Like Wallace.

“Think of it like this.” Lightspeed, Linda, starts. “How far do you think you’d get with him like this?”

“He’s healing.” Irey said almost immediately but she stopped moving.

“I understand that. Wallace is just as confused as you are.”

Irey turned to Wallace, who offered her a small smile.

Irey said and did nothing for a long moment and then she smiled back.

“On our earth, Grodd was talking to someone from another universe. A different version of himself. We fought him as a portal opened. I ran through it with Jai.”

“That was dangerous.” Aunt Iris said.

“Yeah, you’d probably say that on our earth, too, but they don’t call me Impulse for nothing.”

“Impulse?” Avery wondered.

“My other name. He’s Surge.” She pointed to Jai, who started to sit up.

“Worst headache ever.” He complained.

The oven beeped. Aunt Iris moved towards the kitchen. “That’s dinner. Good thing I made a lot.” She said the last bit quietly.

Wallace followed her to the kitchen. “How long did you know Barry was Flash?” He asked as she pulled the food out.

Aunt Iris sighed tiredly. “A month after we started dating. He told me two months in.” She had a sad smile. “He always had to disappear and I noticed. I am a reporter, after all. We notice the small things.”

“And you never said anything.”

“I knew he would tell me when he was ready.”

Aunt Iris put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m proud of you.”

Wallace frowned. “There’s nothing to be proud of. If I wasn’t at that window—“

“You were trying to connect. You wanted to help Barry when he fought Grodd. You’re helping all those people in the living room. You know, sometimes Barry didn’t like his powers—he was always worried of hurting someone. I knew he wouldn’t. He’s too good. You’re good. It’s good that you were at that window. It may not always seem like it but it is true.”

Wallace felt tears come. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She promised.

They hugged.

Aunt Iris pulled back and wiped a few tears away. “Okay, let’s go eat some food.”

“What about after that?”

“After that, I have a surprise.”

The food was delicious and everyone was silent as they ate. For once in a long time, it wasn’t an awkward silence.

“It’s getting late.” Aunt Iris said after they rest a bit and put all the dishes in the dishwasher.

Jai and Irey looked up and at each other.

Jai said, “We don’t have a bedtime on our earth.”

Irey nodded. “We’re 13 ½ so yeah…”

They’re both terrible liars.

“Nice try.” Linda said.

“You’re on this earth so you’re going to bed.” Aunt Iris said.

Wallace snorted. It’s been a while since he was their age and had a set bedtime.

“Wallace.” She said while not looking away from the twins.

“Oops.”

Avery snorted which made her laugh harder.

Jai and Irey said Goodnight to everyone and Wallace took them to the only guest room.

Irey fell into bed and immediately fell asleep, obviously tired from the fight with Grodd, the trip, and dinner. Jai stood still.

“Hey, man. What’s wrong?”

“What if…What if we fail? What if we can’t get home? What if we’re trapped here? What if—“

Wallace went to Jai’s eye level. “None of that. We’re gonna win. Do you know why?” He asked. Jai shook his head. “This earth’s flash had a saying: We’re running together.”

Jai smiled. “Uncle Barry said the same.”

Wallace wanted to ask more but Jai looked more tired. “Head to bed. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Jai nodded.

Wallace left the room and saw aunt Iris walking up the stairs. “So. What’s the surprise?”

She took him to the attic. “When I first heard what happened, I knew you would want to help. It’s just who you are. You can’t go around wearing Terrific Tech and a party mask all the time. So…”

She pulled off a red sheet to reveal a case. In the case was a silver top and black pants suit with a red lightning bolt in the middle.

“I couldn’t come up with a name for a long time. How do you feel?”

Aunt Iris turned and Wallace put the suit on.

It fit perfectly. Wallace looked at her. She smiled. “We’ll have to think of a name.” He said.

Aunt Iris nodded. “Go to bed.”

“Aw, man.”

The next day, Wallace woke up to someone falling on his bedroom floor.

He was immediately awake and putting his hands up.

“Woah, man. That was a really bad fall.” The guy wasn’t even looking at Wallace.

“Uh, hey.” Wallace said.

The guy turned and he looked just like aunt Iris and Barry, which is insane and Wallace doesn’t think his brain can handle anymore.

“Hey, Wallace, I’m Bart. Your doppelgänger says hello.”

Wallace stared at him.

Bart shrugged. “Anyway, we have to stop Grodd before he takes over the multiverse, so if you can stop staring and start moving, that would be great.”

Wallace was shocked into moving when he heard a yell outside and they both walked out of his room.

“Uh, aunt Iris.” Irey called. “I think Grodd opened the portal again.”

Irey and Jai walk out of the guest room with a woman with dark hair and eyes.

Linda and aunt Iris are talking to an older man with a red shirt, blue pants, and a helmet and a man beside him in white and blue.

There’s a blonde woman and a person with silver hair talking to a woman with black hair, brown eyes, and a purple shirt and a man in green.

“I think we need some introductions.”

They introduced themselves over breakfast. The woman who fell into the guest room is Meena Dhawan, Jay Garrick is the man with the helmet and Max Mercury was beside him, and the blonde is Jesse Chambers, the silver haired person is Jess Chambers, and the people they were talking to are Jenni Ognats and Jules Jourdain.

“You’re Impulse, too?” Irey asked, looking excited. “Cool!”

Bart chuckled. “Yup.”

“Looks like we got a lot of help to stop Grodd.” Avery said.

_____

Jay told them that it was his earth that the versions of Grodds were meeting but they can only meet for a small amount of time.

“Why?” Linda wondered.

“It’s why I think the portal only brought us. The Speed Force. Think of it as the force that gives us our powers. If Grodd wants to be here for longer periods, they need the Speed Force to do it.” Max answered.

“How do we find the portal?” Jesse asked.

Avery answered, “I think I know someone who can help.”

Hartley Rathaway looked less surprised to see this many speedsters and more amused.

“Hello.”

“Hey.” Avery greeted him. “Your rats go everywhere. Do they know where Grodd is?”

“Now that you mention it.” Hartley played a note on his flute, calling some rats. He picked up one. “This one is a new one and he talks.”

“Cool!” Jai said.

“Yeah, until it’s 3 in the morning.”

“I’m from a universe of talking rats. I like to see the world—“

“That’s nice. These people do need to know what you know. You won’t answer me.”

The rat looked at all the speedsters and answered immediately, “Gorilla City.”

“What?” Wallace said.

“No, he’s right.” Aunt Iris said from the communication device she had them wear. “I’m seeing on camera Grodd going through a boom tube.”

Wallace looked around.

Aunt Iris continued. “Tech that can take you to different places. It probably doesn’t work for what he’s planning.”

The rat spoke up. “He needs speed.”

“We gotta go.”

“I know where it is.” Avery said. She turned to Hartley. “Thanks.”

They all ran.

Getting to the city was easy. Grodd broke down the barrier.

“Stay on communication devices.” Aunt Iris said.

Avery nodded. “Jai, Irey, get the civilians to safety. Jess, Jules, find a way to turn the barrier back on. Grodd—any version—doesn’t leave here without us. Once you’re done, come help the rest of us.” They all heard yells. “Grodd has an army but he needs at least one of us alive. Hit them when you can, find Grodd and the portal, and don’t get caught. Everyone good.” They all nodded. “Let’s run.”

Everyone set off to do their jobs and Wallace ran, taking down a lot of Grodd’s soldiers. He found a room with a man inside a cell.

The man’s eyes widened. “You need to get to safety.” He said. There was a power stopper around his neck. Scars and bruises littered his face and body that wasn’t covered by a shirt and pants.

“No way. I’m not leaving you here.” Wallace tried to phase but he couldn’t. He hadn’t been able to get that one yet. Okay. Old fashion way. “What’s your name?”

“You look like someone I know.”

“Cool.” Wallace noticed the hesitation to give a name. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to help.”

“I’m Wally. Wally West.”

Wallace paused for half a second and then resumed. “Nice to meet you. I’m Wallace.”

Wally’s eyes told him that the older man knew.

An explosion shook the building. Footsteps came. Wallace didn’t have the door unlocked yet. In his defense, he’s never done this before.

“You need to go.”

Yelling.

Wallace looked out the window to see a barrier surrounding the city.

The door flew open revealing Grodd throwing Linda into the room.

She got back up and raced at him.

Wally was up so fast you’d think his speed was there. “Wallace. Listen to me. You have to phase.”

“I…can’t.” Wallace admitted.

“I used to not be able to either but you can do it. Just imagine your molecules are vibrating.”

“What?”

Grodd threw Linda again.

Wally shook. “Please. Wallace. Please.”

Wallace closed his eyes and tried again as Linda began to lose the fight.

No.

He won’t lose another person to Grodd.

The glass broke and with it, the collar fell from Wally’s neck as Grodd threw Linda in their air.

Wallace blinked and suddenly Wally was running so fast he jumped off the wall and went into the air, using momentum. He caught Linda and brought her down safely.

For a moment, they were staring at each other but Grodd was still frozen. Wallace got the idea their mouths were moving but nothing else.

Soon, time started again.

Both Linda and Wally were on their feet. Wallace was ready. He raced cuffs onto Grodd and knocked him down.

Grodd laughed. “You’ve stopped me from leaving but you haven’t stopped me from using one of you and killing the rest.”

More of his soldiers came into the room with guns pointed.

They all raised their hands but Wallace saw Linda smile at him and touch her communication device.

“I think we need a bit of impulsivity.” She said calmly.

Nothing happened and then the building shook.

“Sir?” One of the soldiers called anxiously.

“Shoot them!” Grodd ordered. “We can use one of the others.”

“Get away from the center of the room.” Bart’s voice said from the device.

They all ran in different directions, all moving away from the center of the room.

Jesse and Jai burst through the floor and clap their hands at Grodd and his army, sending them flying back. Irey and Bart came in with a gorilla.

“Long story.” Irey said. “That’s Solar. He’s got it from here—“

She stopped when she saw Wally.

“Jai.” She called.

The boy came over and his eyes widened.

“Dad?”

“Are we from the same universe?” Irey wondered. “Because if we’re not, you should tell us now and—“

“It’s me.” Wally said simply.

They rushed and hugged him.

“No! No! No!” Grodd said. “I killed The Flash.”

All the other speedsters came.

Wallace said, “No, you killed a Flash and you’re going to go away for that but don’t ever forget that we are running together.”

_____

“I think you should be the next Flash.” Wallace told Avery once they made it back to Central City.

Avery paused. “What about you?”

“I told Linda the truth. I don’t want it. You stepped up. Like I said, you won’t be the only flash but you should be a flash.”

Avery hugged him. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” He hugged her back.

Sending everyone home was certainly a time. Jay, Jesse, and Max made a new portal by lunch. Jai and Irey said goodbye to everyone and went through the portal with Wally first. They had a lot of catching up to do, especially with their mom. Before they went, he hugged Wallace.

Soon, it was just Linda. Aunt Iris and Avery gave them space after saying their own goodbyes.

“You think of a name, yet?”

“Yeah. Burst.”

“I like it.” Linda smiled. “Are you guys going to be alright?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

She looked at the portal. “I talked to that Earth’s Wally. I told him I met my Earth’s Wally, but I didn’t think anything would come of it. I was scared, I think. I don’t want to feel pressured just because we’re together in another universe…but the idea of never seeing him again…”

Wallace smiled. “I think you know what you have to do.”

Linda wiped a tear away. “I told my doppelgänger to not give up on love before I came back to the house.”

Wallace’s eyes widened. “What did she say?”

“Oh, she screamed but she also is starting to look after her mental health starting with a divorce.”

“That’s good.” Wallace said.

Linda cracked a smile. “Stay safe, Wallace.”

“You, too, Linda.” She ran through the portal and Avery turned it off.

“Is anyone else super hungry?” She asked and they all laughed and went inside.

______

Eventually, everything went back to normal.

Avery was accepted by the Justice League as Flash even if people still sometimes suck about it.

Aunt Iris won a Pulitzer for reporting on the Grodd event.

Everyone from their trip made it home safely and Wallace even has the communication device that Max fixed to work with the Speed Force to talk to everyone.

Even Hartley changed sides fully, beyond just helping from time to time with Avery and Wallace’s help. Mostly because he wants to change.

As for Wallace, he’s been going out as Burst and fighting all sorts of rogues.

He visits Barry’s grave more than the flash memorial with a promise.

He’s never running alone.

#dc comics #the flash #flash family #wallace west #avery ho #iris west #iris west allen #linda park #others appear #but don’t want to crowd their tags #gorilla grodd

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years ago

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Okay HI hello

Thank you for indulging me 🥰

I would love to see Lee Joe because he is so criminally underrated. I’m thinking he’s getting back at Miya for the beach, and Cherry casually mentions he’s just as ticklish. Resident mischief child Reki has to test this theory.

Thank you so so so much 😭😭

Please make sure to stay hydrated and rested!!

But of course Ducky! Thank you for giving me the chance to write for Sk8! :D And absolutely- Lee!Joe is an underrated gem that needs to shine! This was a perfect prompt, and I had an absolute blast writing it! :)

Stay Hydrated and Warm friend! :D

Light Spoilers for Episode 6 of Sk8!

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“You little brat! Come here!”

“Ah! Nohoohohoho!”

Cherry looked over his sunglasses at the pair before him, fighting down a smile as Joe relentlessly tickled the kid to near tears. He had been slipping in and out of consciousness earlier, so the exact reason for why Joe was doing this was lost to him.

Did it really matter though? Not really. Cherry sat up for a better look.

“Think you can get between me and the ladies? You're lucky I don’t go full dad mode on you and ground you the rest of the trip!” Joe teased, his hand clawing at his belly with expert skill. “Don’t make me, Miya!”

“Yohoohohohu’re suhuuhuhch an ohohohohold maahhahhanan!” The tiny skater squealed, slapping at Joe’s chest with little effect. “Stahahhahap it!”

“Oh, an old man, am I? Now you’re really gonna get it! Prepare for my ultimate tickle attack!”

Cherry rolled his eyes at the sight, shaking his head. “Your ‘Ultimate tickle attack?’ Since when did you have one of those?”

Joe shot a devious glare at the other, giving the smaller boy a break. “Oh? Don’t tell me you already forgot about it. I used to have you in tears whenever I tickled you.” The green haired man snickered, narrowly avoiding a sandal being thrown at his head.

“Cherry’s ticklish?” Miya asked, wide eyed. Seemed he recovered quickly.

“You’re one to talk, you damn gorilla. Last time I checked, you’re way more ticklish than anyone here.” Cherry retorted, smug at the flush staining Joe’s cheeks. Good. “What was it that really got you going? Oh yes, your armpits were quite the spot back then.”

“That was years ago!” Joe argued, vaguely aware of Miya staring at him.

“No way, Joe’s ticklish too?” He gaped. Then he grinned.

“Miya, don’t you dare-” Joe had no time to react before Miya was on him, clinging to his back like a cat, digging his fingers into said tickle spot.

At first, there was nothing. Maybe Joe grew out of it after all? But then…

“Hmm! M-Miya, get off me!” Joe grunted, squirming this way and that as he tried to reach for the other. His lips were pressed into a wobbly grin, a new blush starting to creep up his neck.

Nevermind then. Cherry hid a smile behind his hand.

“Come on, laugh for me, Jojo!” Miya teased, laughing as Joe tried to buck him off like a bull, the smaller boy clinging like his life depended on it. In a way, it did. All the while he kept up the playful attack, scribbling into Joe’s armpits before moving a hand down to his ribs. “Don’t hold it in! Let it out!”

“Yes Joe- it’s bad for you.” Cherry teased, feeling bold as he reached out, giving Joe’s hip a proper taz. “You’ll explode.”

“Shuuhuhuhut your mohohohohohuth!” Joe cried out, finally laughing as he wrigged away from Cherry’s hand. This of course did nothing for the giggling spider monkey clinging to his back. Tiny hands switched back and forth between his ribs and his armpits, digging and pressing with the skill of a button masher. All those video games he loved to play really made Miya a good tickler.

“No nohoohohohoho, Mihihiihiiyahahahhahaha! Chehehheherry stahahhahahaap!” Joe wheezed, falling on his face in the warm sand. Pressing his arms tightly to his sides, he attempted to swat at Cherry’s hands as they returned, pinching his hip and the soft parts of his belly. “Pleheahhahahhahahse!”

“Please what?” Cherry asked, sounding way too smug for his taste.

“Dohoohohohohohn’t!”

“Don’t what?” Miya joined in the teasing.

“Tihiihihihihckle mehehhehehehe!”

“Oh, did you hear that? He wants us to keep tickling him!” Miya cooed in delight, nearly taking an elbow to the face.

“Yohohohoou shuhuhuhuht your trahahahhahap- AH! NO KAHAHHAHAROU!” Joe all but screamed when Cherry’s hand found the back of his thigh, squeezing with deadly precision. “DOOOHOHOHOHONT NOT THEHEHEHHERE!”

“Seems some things haven’t changed.” Cherry laughed, nodding at Miya to join in. Before long the pair were tickling Joe’s legs like there was no tomorrow, earning a wide variety of squeals, shrieks, giggles and howling pleads for mercy.

“OOHOHOHOKAY OHOHOOKAY I’M DOOHOHOHNE!” Joe squawked out eventually, cheeks bright red. His face was coated in a thin layer of sand, tear streaks cutting through the grime. His face felt sore from smiling so much, and his lungs ached.

“Alright, let’s let the gorilla breathe.” Cherry reached out, gently guiding Miya to a stop. The smaller boy climbed off him, taking a seat on a nearby towel with a grin as Joe gasped for air. “Are you alive, Kojiro?”

“Heh…heheh…Let me tell you.” Joe sat up on his arms, turning to glare at the pair. “My body hurts from laughing, I have sand literally everywhere, and I just got absolutely destroyed by a gamer kid and my archnemesis. And now said archnemesis is asking me if I’m alive?” He paused, thinking about it. “Honestly, yeah. I feel great.”

Miya snorted, laughing in his hands when Joe turned that fiery look onto him. Cherry chuckled, reaching out and dusting sand off Joe’s leg. “You truly are something else.”

“Heh, I guess I am. Hey, Miya- wanna help me get your mom here?” Joe asked, making Miya perk up.

“Really?”

“You wish to die?” Cherry growled, backing away as the pair began to close in. “I have no issues committing murder on a beach- who the hell are you calling ‘Mom’?”

“Carla can’t save you now, Cher-bear. Get him!” Joe roared playfully, leaping with Miya as they sent Cherry off his chair, into the sand with tickling fingers.

They eventually made it back to the resort, covered in sand; Joe sporting a new welt on his head, courtesy of Cherry. Miya was soaked- he was tossed into the water at some point.

Still- they were laughing, dirty, soaked, and in mild pain, but laughing.

They should take beach trips more often.

Thanks for reading! :D

#sk8 #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #joe #cherry blossom #miya chinen #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo #lee!Joe saves lives #these three are too cute ahhh

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lazuli-writes · 1 year ago

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Alone

summary: Hongjoong has an epiphany after a call from a sick Jongho.

pairing: Kim Hongjoong & Choi Jongho

genre: angst

part 2

estimated word count: 500 words

a/n: Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

“Hyung, where are you? Did one of you guys stop by the dorm?”

Jongho inquired, slightly annoyed that whoever stopped by didn’t even come to check in on him. As if he wasn’t alone, sick and on bed rest for the night, forcibly prescribed by Dr. Matz.

Jongho was irked that whoever it was, was loud enough to wake him up. He thought a gorilla was tearing through the place, doors slamming, things being thrown and/or dropped. A complete ruckus if he ever knew one. The worst part, he could still hear them.

The maknae had a thought to come out of his room and see what the big deal was. But seeing as he could barely move without his fever swallowing his sense of direction and dizziness invading his consciousness, Jongho remained planted in his bed.

Even shouting was out of the question, with the way the back of his throat was on fire and scratchy. Everything just hurt and he just wanted to sleep. And maybe some attention and cuddles from his hyungs, but they didn’t need to know that.

“What? No. We’re all still here at the meeting discussing the coming schedules for next month. We’re all taking a quick intermission before continuing.”

Jongho head spun a bit, the sudden stinging only adding irritation to his confusion. He figured his Hongjoong-hyung must have been left out of the loop again. It was a tiny game Jongho played with San and Wooyoung where they would “forget” to mention something to their leader, but tell everyone else.

Jongho would have let it slide, but the banging and sounds of rummaging was only getting more consistent. Almost as if whoever this was, was digging through every damn cabinet, drawer, closet and room.

The maknae’s head continued to throb. He couldn’t get any rest with the stupid noise, and as such, didn’t have the patience to play along with any games San or Woo had going.

“Well obviously someone is here hyung. They’re making such loud noise hyung, my head is killing me.”

Had Jongho been at his physical best, he probably would not have missed the way his leader’s breath hitched on the other side of the call.

“Jongho-ah… is somebody in the dorm with you right now still?”

Jongho wanted to roll his eyes but he didn’t have the energy. He hated being so agitated but drained, which only agitated him even more.

“Yes hyung. Whoever it is, they’re being really loud. It sounds like they’re trashing the dorm. I just want to sleep hyung.”

Jongho sighed out, hoping to exhale some of the stress his body was undergoing.

All the while, Hongjoong held the phone to his ear as he signaled for someone to call the police.

For there was no way anybody other than Jongho should be at the dorm. The rest of his members were sitting around the same table as him and the three managers with keys into the dorm sat alongside them.

Hongjoong didn’t want his mind to wander into deeper and darker designs, but he couldn’t stop the thorns encasing his heart at the epiphany that hit him only seconds ago.

Someone was in their dorm.

An intruder was in their dorm…

Alone with a sick and weak Jongho.

And the realization only served to raise his adrenaline tenfold as he moved.

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srkizer · 11 months ago

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Megatron's Marching Song

Note: Parts marked with brackets [like this] serves as additional descriptions, instead of a part of lyrics.

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(Megatron) Let's go! Line up! Louder! Yes! Heave-ho!

Ridding the nature from the planet, as if it mattered ever once everything becomes machines, (That'll do!) make rapid steps, without sleeping or taking a rest That'll make y'all more productive (Great!) With the joy of conforming to the standards No need for amino, but with pulse, future men will grow Working for the ideal society, let's'ragon Megatron

Once the machine body is yours, in all its glory (That'll do!) Personalities can go away; everyone is equal Sleeping or awake, y'all on wireless LAN School or exams can go away (Neat!) To build such future Lunches be skipped; make periodical Energon deposits (For the Space!) To animal lands, firmly saying no, Megatron

(Megatron) Hello, it's boku-chan[me]. It's been a while. I hate to tell you but I must; I can't make it there today. Eh? Uh, no, that's not it; I'm getting scolded right now. Yeah. I'm pretty sure that there's no way this time. No, really, I guarantee you that it's not happening. Even for Beast Wars standards, for this time once ever, I can't be making jokes around. Even for a Beast, when we're doing it, we really are doing it. It's not ha-has and ho-hos all the time; keep that in mind. Yes. Well, you know. It has been 8 whole years since whole Beast stuff happened. Oh, we did have so much fun as actors. They're saying that it's the world first "full CG robot battle animation series" in particular! It's even made in Canada! Yeah, Canada! The country from the song titled "Love Letter From [Canada]"! It's not a half-assed one. Returns[Beast Machines] though, it was pretty tough! Like, I was asked to change outfits. A bagworm outfit that is, with a enormous head, that kinda looked like a fly too. As if that wasn't enough, I even had to put Convoy costume on! Let me tell you, that costume was overused! Not only all that Convoy's sweat were infused into it, but also consider that his hairs were so thick! Every time I had to put it on, his hairs were all over me! That's why I hate organic creatures. What? "When are you coming next time", you say? No, to put it in other way, there is no "next time"! I'm dying! So I've thought to tell you my final words. I love you… What the heck? How dare they hang up on me!? Finally they get to know that I won't make it there ever again, and this is how they treat me? What a pity; they must have forgotten how many times I've been on! (Megatron huffing) Well, I did get toys, and movies[Japanese Beast Wars movie releases] for sure. I think I did make it up to the expectations. If I have some regrets, it's not having had enough number of subordinates. The one to remain to the last was "Bzzzzz, ah, I'm going down-"; how sad! At least, unlike some other gorilla's, mine are wiped clean. Just you wait, Scorpos[Scorponok], Terrorsaur, Inferno, Quickstrike, Rampage, Rampa- ah, well, hm, wotsit, one more; who was it? Think; it's that guy. Him! The one that went around saying pararirapararira[obnoxious motorbike sounds]; I can't remember who that was. Well that's annoying. Hm… Hey, pause the death sequence! Stop! I said stop! Can't you hear!? I got to think fast. No more time I got. Uh, Let's see, a-ka-sa-ta-na-ha-ma-ya-ra-[a-b-c-d-e-f-g-h-i-] sa-ta-na, sa-ta-na-, ta, ta… it was ta, I'm sure of it. ta… Oh, yeah, that's it, it's ta. Uh… Takashi Machine? No… Lesee, Tanokki[raccoon spelt wrong or smth], no, Tara-chan… hm? That's it! Tarans[Tarantulas]! It was Tarans! Finally! It's cool now!

Gorillas, rats, cats, poisonous spiders, (Hey!) falcons, bats, even the monster kid (Ho!) Recycle them, all at once! No transforms for them! (Altogether!) Running away on the stolen ship The planet reached at last only with a head is Seibertron[Cybertron] Even without a single being over there (Today too!) Electric boogaloo (One more time!) Dreaming the future full of machines, Megatron

#final manifestation of ibonko pettanko energy #beast wars #beast machines #kizer.media #Youtube #megatron's marching song #megatron ondo

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sharonrb · 2 years ago

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Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 7

No warning, but a fight scene not brutal though, but maybe should have been😁😁😁

Chapter Thirteen

Mbandi returned to the river banks, calling out. Tmay surfaced some distance away, calling back to her. She was concerned hearing chitter, chatter the water people approaching. Tmay assured her, they will not be getting assistance from his herd, nor many of the other sea mammals. In fact, they have stationed themselves outside Wakanda, to protect them from any attack, by Namor and his army.

Mbandi was happy to hear, and express her herd of rhinos, the gorillas, and that the panthers, will do the same if needed. The last they want is a full-blown war between the two nations, destroying so many innocence. She turned and ran the length of the banks, leading towards where an assembly of Wakandans gathered awaiting the arrival of Namor.

King M'Baku stood before the window anticipating Namor’s grand appearance, demanding that they turn over Attuma. What a dilemma he has impose on their Nation again. Always the threats and demands. He was sick of it, being under constant scrutiny by this blue bandit.

“King M'Baku,” a unfamiliar voice came from behind him, bring his train of thoughts to an abrupt end. “You think there will be a war, but there will not; though a battle will decide the outcome.” M'Baku had turned to look upon and old one.

“And who are you?” He asked.

“Why you have forgotten Nakia reporting to you about what I told her, concerning Okoye?” She slowly approached.

“Ah, you are the one,” he said.

“Yes, I am,” she replied. “But you are pondering over whether your Council and you made the right choice. You did.” He came to her and saw she was blind and had a staff to help her guide her way.

“You say there will be no war but a battle,” said. “How will that play out?”

“There are forces on earth that man has no control over,” she spoke. “They are set in motion as we speak.” M'Baku had no idea of what she was saying.

“My King,” his kimoyo beads lit up, and a voice came through.

“Yes, Captain,” he responded.

“You are not going to believe what is going on here,” he told him.

“What?” M'Baku asked.

“Dolphins, my King,” he said.

“Dolphins? What about them?” He asked.

“Hundreds of them surrounding our ships, and blocking any attack on Taliban if ordered. “He said. M'Baku was speechless he looked over to were the igqwirha once stood but no longer present. “Do you want us to engage hitting them in the process?”

“Are they attacking?” He inquired.

“No, my King,” he answered. “They’re actually putting on a show, jumping in and out of the water. Some are spinning in the air and diving back into the water.”

“No, stand down,” he ordered. “Now where in the hell, did she vanish to?”

“My King,” his kimoyo beads lit up again.

“Don’t tell me you have dolphins too,” he said.

“Huh? No, we were following the Talokanils, near the river tribe’s borders, the flew by us at high speed, before we could react,” one of the divers reported.

“Did they engage with you?” He asked.

“No, my King, they were being chased by hippos, but we weren’t attacked by them. They seemed on going after the Talokanils.” M'Baku recalled what the old one stated. Forces in place. Dolphins and hippos, no not a coincidence.

“Alright, stand down for the moment until further notice,” he commanded them. “I guess the animals have a right to say in the wars of men; since they too will be affected.” He said to himself.

“My King,” once again his kimoyo beads sounded off, his land army reporting.

“Hippos?” He spoke.

“What? No, my King,” he said. “Rhinos, panthers and gorillas, surrounding the water entrances. They aren’t allowing the Talokanils warriors on to land.”

“Seriously?” M'Baku realized how kind nature has been to man, enduring every major decision made.” Stand down, for now.” He left out of the throne room to wait for Namor. He made it just in time.

Namor stepped out of the water, with only a few of his warriors; not wanting to give the appearance of aggression. He saw M'Baku along with the Doras, and his guard’s presence. He searched around, trying to see if Attuma was nearby, but grew angry when his absence was apparent.

“You know why I am here, King M'Baku,” he broke the ice.

“Yes, I do, Namor,” he replied. “But it seems we have a problem.” Namor’s eyes became dark.

“And what would that be?” He asked, curious.

“Attuma doesn’t want to be a part of you any longer,” he told him.

“It isn’t up to him whether he stays or go; he broke a law and is require to answer the charges, and judged.” Namor told him.

“What law was broken?” A voice from beyond the crowd, spoke. Namor’s eyes were like two lines on his face, recognizing the voice. Attuma, stepped out of the group to face off with Namor. “Because if you are talking about the escape, I shouldn’t have been imprisoned in the first place. You were being your controlling self, as always.”

“Are you willing to start a war for this woman?” Namor asked. “Because if you do not come with me; it will be.” Namor revealing his true intentions.

“No, Namor,” Shuri stepped forward. “It will be just you and I, for you breaking a promise you gave to me when I spared your worthless life. This time I won’t.”

“No, Princess, you will not defeat me without your tricks,” he told her.

“No? Would you like to find out?” She taunted him. Namor grew angrier. At that time, Okoye was being wheeled up.

“M’omee Zasanda, this is far enough,” she said.

“Who?” The lab assistant said. Okoye looked around at the man behind her.

“Sorry, I thought someone else was pushing me.” She explained.

“Oh, you mean the new lab assistant? “ He asked her.

“Oh ok,” she breathes a little feeling she was hallucinating.

“Yeah, she backed away from pushing you and gestured for me.” He spoke. “Strange though, one minute she was there, and then not. In fact, now that I think about; I don’t remember seeing her before.” Okoye smiled, of course, M’omee Zasanda, ‘What are you up to?’ she thought to herself, then turned her attention to in front of her. Shuri, Attuma, and M'Baku, talking with Namor. She slowly pushed herself closer.

“You want to fight now?” He asked, his eyes falling on Okoye.

“No, Namor,” she said, calming down. “I want peace between our kingdoms, the reason you were spared. There was nothing else, to why I did so.” She elaborated on why she didn’t kill him. This enforced his angry.

“Stand back Black Panther,” Attuma said placidly, resting his hand on her shoulder. “This is between my father and me. No other need to get involved, the alliance must stand strong for both of our nations.”

“So, you will come with me peacefully?” Namor asked him. “Because that is the only way.”

“No father,” he said, Namor was taken aback, hearing him call him by that title, and his n that manner. “There is another.” Namor glared at him, knowing what he spoke of, but surprised, Attuma knew.

“You would dare,” Namor yelled. Shuri went into a crouching positioned, not knowing what to expect”

“I do,” he answered.

“Well, I have a better idea,” he said, and without warning, Namor raised his spear, flipped it like the day he stood before the palace window, and threw the spear. Attuma stepped away as it flew pass him. Shuri had already somersaulted out the way. A woman’s voice alerted them, neither of them were the attended target.

“Okoye!” Aneka screamed as the blade inched closer towards her. The shock of it paralyzed, and she was unable to move in time to prevent its thrust into her.

“No,” Attuma’s heart wrenching cry was stunning, as a sinister smile etched across Namor’s face. Satisfied once again, he will get what he came there to do; the blade hitting its mark.

Chapter Fourteen

M'Baku, stared down at the spear, protruding from his breastplate. Everyone frozen in time, watching and waiting, in disbelief. Attuma was on his hand and knees, facing downward unable to look up; helpless, thinking he had lost her. Shuri laid, were she had landed, looking at M'Baku. No one moved for what seemed like an eternity. Okoye had covered her face, not wanting to witness her own death.

“To the King, Ayo yelled. The Doras and King’s guards, ran to his side; shielding him from any further attack. By this time, Namor was surrounded by other King’s guards slowly advancing on him, and his remnant of warriors.

Attuma, hearing the commotion, slowly raised his head, and stared into her beautiful eyes, with a smile only for him. He rose to his feet overjoyed, as they gazed into each others eyes for what seemed like forever, both grateful the outcome didn’t play out as Namor had desired. Then realizing what had transpired, a grimace replaced the softness from Attuma face. Okoye saw this, the smile gone from her face, stared him in the eyes and mouth these words: “Get him.”

“Stand down,” Attuma hollered, his translator activated. When M’Baku, noticed the expression on Namor’s face as he looked at Okoye, he knew he was preparing to do something diabolical. And as he raised his spear, M'Baku instinctively placed himself between Namor and Okoye, preventing her pending death; and took the edge of the blade into his breast plate.

“You tried to kill my wife? But injured my King?” That last sentence, threw Namor into a fit of rage.

“Fine, if you want to invoke the ‘Desafiar’, then so be it.” Namor shrieked. Before he could utter another word, Attuma had flew into him with speed matching his own. They made a huge splash into the water. Shuri ran to check on M'Baku.

“Attuma,” Okoye called out, then looked at M'Baku, as Shuri administered to him.

“Did it work?” Shuri asked.

“Yes, very well,” M'Baku told her, as he pulled the spear from his chest armor. “The point hit the plate and stalled there. Now help me to my feet.” Two of the King’s guards, assisted him.

Attuma and Namor fought to the river bottom, trading blows. Namor was quite surprise to see how strong Attuma exhibit. But he was determined he will teach him a lesson he would never forget. Then he will kill Okoye.

Okoye sat in the wheelchair, watching the water to see if at sometime they would resurface. M'Baku came to her and rested his hand on her shoulder; comforting her. Shuri was running along the banks to see if she could detect any turbulence under water. But none was detected.

“I think Attuma has this, he wouldn’t have did it if he didn’t think he had a chance,” M'Baku trying to assure her.

“I know, but it still won’t stop me from worrying,” she told him.

“I know,” M'Baku said. Shuri came back to join them.

“I can not see anything,” she informed them.

Attuma and Namor fought so hard, hitting one another; they were actually far away from the river border and now close to the ocean. The whales and other sea creatures were watching the two pummeled each other. Tmay stayed a distance away, concerned for Attuma. He had always looked at Namor as being the strongest of the Talokanils, as their forever ruler.

“You tried to kill my wife,” Attuma had a grip on Namor. “Are you so full of hate for me, you would take her life away, and her from me?”

“Because of her, I have lost my two children; whom I have loved more than life,” he confessed. “Losing her, would give you a taste of what I am feeling. When I am done with you, I will deal with her.” That made Attuma tighten his hands around Namor’s neck more.

Namor felt himself blacking out, and gave Attuma a powerful punch in the chest, sending him backwards. Namor made an attempt to regain his composure. He looked up with Attuma on him, before he could finish recovering from his chokehold. A powerful fist sent Namor several feet into the air, only to fall splashing into the water, again.

“Did you see that?” Okoye jumped up out of the wheelchair, pointing to a distant spot. “I thought one came out of the water, and went back in.”

“That’s a little far away,” M'Baku said, squinting his eyes; as if that would help him see better. “Captain Tozange, is any of your divers still in the water?”

“No, my King, they resurface after the Talokanils fled,” he informed him.

“We have a situation going on here,” he started off. “I need eyes in the water, but they must keep their distance.”

“Yes, I understand,” the captain said. “What are we looking for?”

“A fight, Namor and his general,” he informed him. “I will send you the coordinates of their last known sighting.” He shut his beads down after sending it.

“How long will it take, before one of them are dead?” Okoye cried out; she hadn’t sat back in the wheelchair. At that time; their was a commotion. People were running, and screaming, as a rumbling noise shook the area. Okoye knew then, Mbandi had found her and come, she licked the side of Okoye’s face. Okoye cradled her head and pressed her head to Mbandi's. Before anyone knew, she had mounted the beast, and riding her away from the crowd.

“Okoye,” M'Baku yelled after her. “Get me a jet here now. That woman is exasperating.” Shuri was chasing after her already. Mbandi had been alerted by Tmay of the battle in the water, and their location. She had come in search for Okoye, when she picked up on her scent. She was taking Okoye where Attuma and Namor were.

“You think your strength is greater than mine?” Namor’s voice sent out a tremor, it was so loud, tossing Attuma back. “I am a mutant, far different from any of you.”

“That’s the problem, father,” he swam towards him. “You don’t see any of us as your equal. We’re all Talokanils, sharing the same heritage, the same ancestry. Mutant or not.” Namor glared at him, pondering his speech.

“How can you be my equal, ancestry or not, and mutant or not,” Namor’s voice had a condescending tone. “When without me, your K’uk’ulkan, your Feather Serpent God; as all of you reference me. You all would have perished, long ago.” Attuma floated in place, glaring at him; and thinking about what Namor had just revealed. His true thoughts of being their ruler.

“You do not deserve to rule the Talokanils,” Attuma hollered, and lounged at Namor, full body; sending them yards towards the banks of the river.

Okoye was just arriving, Shuri not far behind; M'Baku in his jet hover over them. At that moment, Namor flew out the water, landing near a dismounted Okoye. She froze, seeing the hatred emitting from his cold eyes. She looked pass him and into the water; searching for her husband, and love of her life.

“I’m sorry, Okoye,” M'Baku had come down from the jet, and was at Okoye’s side.

“For what?” She asked. M'Baku turned his head to look at her, seeing she was in denial.

“Attuma,” He answered. By that time; the Midnight Angels had arrived, and Divers were emerging from the water. “Get her out of here,” he yelled. Namor made a step towards her, then slumped to his knees; then laid out flat on his face.

Okoye had kept her eyes on the water beyond him. A head popped out of the water, then his top part; afterwards, full body as he walked ashore. Okoye ran to Attuma, jumping into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him. He embraced her, holding her close to his body, exultant.

“I had no doubt,” she told him. He captured her lips, kissing her deeply. Everyone stood watching them display their love. Attuma broke the kiss, and started towards M'Baku.

“He will be no more trouble,” Attuma told him. “If he even looks towards Wakanda in any aggression, he will lose his ruler ship to me.” M'Baku smiled, then glance towards Namor, who had turned on his back. Shuri was standing over him.

“It seems like de ja vu,” she smiled. “The same scenario, but a different defeat, by another. But the same damn outcome; you yielding and coming to terms. But you won’t learn, not last time, nor this time. Attuma will make a better King than you.” She turned and walked away, leaving him food for thought.

“I want to take my wife home,” Attuma looked at Shuri, who had come to them.

“I think that can be arranged,” she assured him. He looked at Okoye, and begin the kiss they hadn’t finish. Shuri backed away, allowing them their privacy, for as much as they could have.

Namor and M'Baku, renegotiated the terms of the alliance; according to stipulations Attuma had added. He had allowed Namor to continued ruling Talokan, as not to cause the citizens unnecessary readjustments. But, that will all change if he violates the alliance agreements.

Namor wasn’t happy with the turn of events. He had to abide by them, or either way he would lose his people. He had ruled under keeping Talokan safe, starting a war with Wakandan will only prove his deception. Wakanda has never shown any aggressiveness towards Talokan, so why would Talokan do so to them? He took his army and went home, defeated again. Only this time, there will be no Namora to question his decision.

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Okoye x Attuma: For the Love of You pt 5

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ifuckinglovedinosaurssomuchjesus · 2 years ago

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GODZILLA MOVIE MARATHON: King Kong vs Godzilla (1962)

Ah, the original. Can you believe that this little crossover would not only get remade, but spawn an entire billion dollar franchise a whole 50 years later?

So, how does one go about creating the showdown between cinema’s biggest monsters? If you’re this movie you just, sorta... don’t until the last minute lol. It’s two movies stitched together, it’s a comedic King Kong remake with slapstick and silly antics with all the familiar beats. Rich guys go to an island, meet some racist stereotypes, watch a giant gorilla kill stuff, knock it out and take it back home where it kidnaps a girl and climbs a tower. Except this time it randomly cuts to Godzilla smashing stuff and killing people and instead of killing the big ape they just airlift him and drop him on top of the big reptile. It’s jarring, really.

I watched the dubbed version because that’s the only one the Criterion Collection has for some reason, but they at least tried to tie some things together with the UN news room segments. In practice though, these segments are mostly repetitive and annoying, popping in to tell us something we already could see from just watching the film. It’s kind of telling how pointless they are after they completely disappear by the hour mark.

All that said though, it just gives this movie such charm. The juxtaposition of Kong’s story and Godzilla’s, how the characters kind of just crash into each other at the end, the colorful nature of the film, it’s just so charming. Especially the effects. Now, I love a good CGI monster showdown, but Kong’s crappy Halloween costume look and how terrible the compositing anytime a person and a big critter is in the same frame, it makes me smile! I especially love every time they bring out the puppets. Seeing a guy bash two toy monsters against each other while tucked behind a fake hillside is joy incarnate.

Of course I don’t want to rag on it too much, it does have my absolute favorite Godzilla suit. Yes, more than anything from the Heisei or Millennium eras, KingGoji is just peak Godzilla with his big frog eyes and the green skin. He looks like a reptile instead of a weird otter or hound dog, again it just makes me smile.

This is just a movie that, for no better description, is the embodiment of a good time. Even the metacommentary on the capitalist guy only being interested in monsters due to high ratings is fun. This movie exists to entertain, and by god am I entertained, I give this a glowing 8/10. I really love it.

#Godzilla #kaiju #movie review

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tigers-eyes-26 · 2 years ago

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Colors Chapter 3

Their dance that night was a more subdued affair. Pauline couldn’t stand the atmosphere it was choking. Waluigi counted the steps out loud. She took a step closer to him instead of out. He raised an eyebrow. She whispered to his ear “I’m sorry,” She kept up the steps but kept close to him as they stepped forward and backward. He didn’t answer still counting the steps, but his eyes kept on her. “I’m just a curious cat.” She gave him a small smile. He took a step back spinning her to the beat. They came back together. “That’s sweet you had someone to help you.”

“Ok lets do that again.” He addressed the cameras. They reset.

She continued to whisper so the cameras wouldn’t catch it. “I wasn’t so lucky.” He heard her but kept counting. “I need to tell you something.” Again, he spun her around. “But only after the cameras are off.” He nodded slightly.

“Now lets go a little bit faster.”

*******

She waited for the lights on the cameras indicating they were on to go off. She turned to a scowling Waluigi crossing his arms. “What is it you need to tell me about?” She opened her mouth to answer but he cut her of immediately. “The people are robots.”

It was Pauline’s turn to scowl. He again didn’t give her a chance to answer. “I’m smart too sweetheart. They all dress the same. They are all the same age. There are no old or young people around. I maybe skinny but I am no weakling and it required me to put way more effort to swing those ladies at the club around than it is you.”

Pauline opened her mouth again, and again was denied to speak. “So, what’s the point of telling me they are robots?” He bent into her face a little.

She glared at him not wanting to try to speak again until she was sure he was done. She took a breath. “That wasn’t what I was going to talk to you about, but Yes they are.”

Waluigi gave a small fist pump “I knew it.”

“Even though they are robots. They have personalities and are very much alive and need to be treated like any other people.” She gave him a pointed look. “Capisce?”

“Yah, yah, yah,” He flippantly agreed.

Pauline decided not to continue to argue but switched topics. “What I really wanted to say is I’m sorry about digging into your life without sharing my own dirt.”

Waluigi mulled over what she said. Was he curious about her? Did he really care about what she was going to say? Ehh…What the heck it would be interesting. “Ok Shoot, what dirt do you ~wish~ to share?”

“As you can probably tell from how I speak, I’m from Brooklyn.”

Waluigi held up his hand sharply. “Don’t tell me! You knew the Mario Brothers before they came here.”

Pauline sputtered a little. “I Did…”

“You better not tell me you dated one of them!” He pointed an accusatory face at her.

“Ah…Well…”

“WHa! I bet you dated Luigi didn’t you!?” He crossed his arms and mumbled. “That timid freak somehow gets all the hot feisty babes.”

Pauline stamped her foot. “NO! I went on a date with Mario, it was to thank him.”

“Even better! Thank him for what!? That runt is always saving the damsel in distress. It’s like he has a radar or something! So, what did he save you from? A thug? The Mafia? A handsy fan?”

“No!” She shouted; she took a breath to calm her anger. She quietly continued, “From a gorilla…”

Waluigi burst out into laughter. His laughter stopped when the air was forced out of his lungs. He was suddenly on the ground with a stiletto on his chest, his arm having been captured by Pauline. “Listen buster! If I’m going to continue my story you better listen!”

“…Okay..” He wheezed out. She let his arm go and sat down near his head.

“We think a super shroom got into our world and made it to the Brooklyn Zoo. He wasn’t your average gorilla. You’ve meet DK before, haven’t you?”

Waluigi was still catching his breath but nodded.

“It was his father. We’ve sat down and had a conversation about it. Apparently, animals who eat the food from here get really intelligent. DK and group have their Island as a refuge for all those animals that end up here.” She glanced at Waluigi. He was laying on his stomach with his hands on his face. His face was giving her an unimpressed bored look.

“Anyways that’s not important to our story.” She moved on. “The Mario bros went missing from the community and everyone searched for them. Eventually everyone gave up. I didn’t. I found a pipe and ended up here in a magical world with robots that practically worship everything New York. They had modeled themselves off of 1920s Noir films and 1950s business magazines.”

Waluigi sat up in a cross-legged position. “So, they worshiped you, a girl from the magical place they only had pictures of.” He threw up is arms in frustrations. “What a dream!”

“Hey! It’s not all sunshine and roses! Not everyone thinks I’m doing a good job as mayor. I can’t blame them I never studied political science. I was a bar singer!”

He scoffed, “Cry me a river!” He stood up and brushed the nonexistent dust off his pants. “I would kill to be in your position.”

She looked up at him with a playful face. “Is that a threat?”

“Wah! That’s not my style, I don’t like to get my hands dirty. Plus, that would make me infamous.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t you already infamous?”

He crossed his arms and glared down at her. “What do you know about me?”

“I heard from some reputable sources that you tend to cheat.”

He snorted. “Is that source Mario?”

Pauline got up from the floor and into his face. “So, what if it is?”

“He’s just a jealous ex.” He grinned victoriously at her.

She huffed.

Waluigi chuckled, “This is why I don’t tell people things; it can be used against you.”

“Is Mario telling the truth or is he spreading a rumor?”

He didn’t answer. He examined his hand nonchalantly. “I’ll never tell.”

“Grrrr your infuriating!” She went to punch him he slipped out of the way. She continued to throw punches and Waluigi continued to slink out of her reach, cackling at her efforts.

He slipped out of the door with a playful cry of “Ciao!”

****

The next night after their recording session.

“I have asked around if anyone here knows of your reputation.”

“Annd…?”

“And no one knows about you, all they think is you are a smug grumpy dancer.”

“Yah, So what?”

“So, you don’t have much of a reputation here. You could be whoever you wanted to be.”

Waluigi mulled that over. “Why do you want me to be such an upright citizen?”

“Its what friends do.” she said casually.

“Oh, so we are friends now?” He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “I thought this was only a business relationship?”

“It was at first but now I just want to help.”

“~just wanna help~” He mimicked. “Like some hero to save the wayward grifter. I can see the headlines;” he spread is hands over his head as if outlining the headlines. “Mediocre Mayor turns hardened Mushroom Kingdom criminal into goodie New Donk Citizen.”

The barb got under her skin, “I’m not doing as a pollical ploy!”

“It probably makes you feel so ~good~ about yourself!” He hugged himself and gave a faux relaxed face.

“I’m not doing this for me! I’m doing it for you!”

She was losing her cool and Waluigi could sense it. “Why do you care about me!?” He threw his hands up in the air.

Her mouth clamped down, she blushed. Why did she care?

Waluigi didn’t give her a chance to explain, “Am I just some kind of entertainment for you?” he accused.

“NO!”

“Everyone has their reasons for helping. Mario does it for the attention of the princess. Luigi to prove he’s just as good as his brother. Wario for the money. What’s yours, honey?”

She rolled her eyes at his cynical comment. “I told you already! You’re my friend, Wally, I help friends.” Waluigi opened his mouth, but it was her turn to not let him speak. “Do you not think you are worthy of friendship?”

A shadow passed over his face. He tried to rebound. “I-I am Great! The Greatest! Everyone should be dying to be my friend! I…Just…I don’t…need any more friends….right now….” He quickly reasoned. He…He needed to go. He turned sharply and speed walked out the door, blushing. Pauline watched him go, feeling victorious.

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