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artsyfyro · 2 months ago

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Soooooo not that long ago, I finished Octopath Traveler 2. I hadn't played the first mostly out of disinterest and hearing that the party doesn't really interact much, but my interest piqued with the second after hearing about it and watching a friend play it in call. Now that I've played it myself, uhhhhhh yeah is probably in my top 3 for this year.

I love each member of the cast (it's hard to choose my favorite but at the time of writing it's either osvald or partitio), I love each of traveler's stories and how they weave not just into some greater plot resolved at the end of the game, but how they contribute to painting the world and cities you visit with their differing perspectives. Oh and I absolutely love the combat in this game, the shield and break mechanics add not only a nice bit of nuance to fights, but also to your party selection and tactics, and I like how things like boosting, secondary jobs, and latent powers (new to this game) open up the party's versatility by quite a bit. Anyone can be anything, but some characters do it better than others.

I'd go further on my thoughts, but this is more or less preamble for a fun little art project to do with my characters. There are 8 jobs (4 more if you count the secret jobs) with 6 elements and 6 weapon types split between all of them, and each character has a starting one, and a second one they can later equip. Basically, I just wanted to draw my rats and 1 cats in outfits that matched the job i'd imagine they'd fit the most. And wouldn't you know it, they came out pretty well actually.

As you can see, Volt became a Apothecary and Scholar, Kilua a Thief and Hunter, and Skye a Warrior and Dancer.

Kilua's is probably the easiest to explain. Her characterization already paints her as a thief, her main weapon is a dagger, she has access to some form of darkness manipulation with the shadow manipulation and the dark typing, it's kind of a given. She could've done fine with just Thief, but her outfit is based off of Ochette's thief attire, who's normally a hunter. And with a hunter's use of electricity, focus on the critical stat, and particular brand of debuffs like abating orb and leghold trap fit pretty well with Kilua's multifaceted skillset.

Skye is also kind of easy to explain. With moves like eneverating slash and vengeful blade, I get the impression Warrior in this game fights closer to a iaido sword style, and that's exactly what Skye does. As for the dancer addition, it's less because of the outfit choice, as Skye's take on the attire is based off of Temenos's take on it whereas he's normally a cleric. No instead, it's because Dancer has wind magic, and provides buffs that increase damage and turn order speed, which I think just makes sense based on how I imagine Skye uses wind magic, which is less offensive, and more supplemental.

Lastly is Volt, and honestly it probably seems like it would've made more sense to make Volt a scholar, right? I mean Volt's main shtick is having really powerful electricity, Scholar is all about offensive magic and boosting it to immense amounts, it just works. And that's not wrong, but I chose apothecary because I think not only does the outfit translate to Volt's quite well, but apothecary as a kit (in OT2 at least) is a bit closer to what I imagine Volt's approach to a fight is otherwise. Apothecary I think is a very versatile class that excels in support (with healing and poisoning) and surprisingly strong DPS with things like drastic measures, all made better by the class's high hp to help tank hits and keep everyone up. A versatile class that I think helps work with Volt's more adaptive approach to a fight, albeit in a way that I don't normally think of for them. Volt's normal weapon is them using Iron Tail, but since that can't really fit the theme, sword or axe can make for fine enough replacements. Plus, I do kind of think Castti's want to lend a helping hand to all she can does translate to Volt's personality in some way, even if means they both get thrown into life threatening stakes.

And that's basically all I feel like showing right now. Full transparency, I was wanting to make individual posts with larger doodle pages for each character, and tbf, I might post more doodles related to this concept if I feel like it later, but I didn't really feel like putting that much into it all considering how long it takes me to finish things. Besides, I like how this is now.

Also funny little thing to leave you off with. When a character equips a secondary job in Octopath (either the first or second game), their costume changes to match that of the new class, with no way to change it otherwise unless you swap to another job. While I don't really care about applying that logic to my characters, if I did, then Volt's original class would've been scholar, kilua's would've been hunter, and Skye's would've been dancer. It'd be funny to sketch up what each of them might look like in those classes attires, but maybe another time.

Thank you for reading, and you have a good rest of your day!

#fvart #characterinfodump #volt nakano #kilua nakano #skye leylin #octopath traveler ii

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timeandspacelord · 4 years ago

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Imagine if Skye had just let Ward die when Garrett made Mike stop his heart. Imagine how many problems just wouldn't have happened in the later seasons

#marvel posting #aos rewatch #Fitz wouldn't have brain damage #a good portion of the s2 shenanigans would be less shenaniganical #most of s3 would've been wildly different #including but not limited to: no Hive #on the other hand who knows what they would've done to Skye if she was just like 'lmao then perish bitch'

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lifeofkaze · 2 years ago

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A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 8: GETAWAY

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

Tagging: @samshogwarts

By the beginning of August - just over four weeks until the Montrose Magpies would kick off the new season - Lizzie had made good progress in her recovery training. Their season preparation was slowly nearing its most crucial phase, so when their last practice session for the week was over, Ethan called his team together in the changing room.

"The new season's almost here, lads, and for once, I'm not entirely pessimistic about it. We're on a good path, but we must take things up a notch. I want these plucked birds calling themselves Quidditch champions to tremble when they think of the Wigtown Wanderers. Bloody Magpies," he added bitterly, a murmur of consent echoing through the changing room.

When Ethan raised his hands, the muttering ceased. "To show Montrose and the other amateurs what we're made of, the practice schedule will undergo some changes. We're doubling up on sessions and you will practise individually before we bring all of it together in time for the first match. You know what that means."

"Boot camp," Skye groaned under her breath.

"Boot camp," Ethan confirmed a moment later.

Lizzie could barely stop herself from making a face. They had done a boot camp the year before and while it had been effective, it had been one of the most exhausting weeks of her life.

"Things will be a little different this time," Ethan went on to explain. "There've been too many sideshows distracting you from what matters lately, so we ain't gonna stay in Wigtown. I need your focus sharp if we want to shoot for the Cup next season."

"Sounds smashing, Dad," Skye said. "Care to share where you're gonna take us?"

Ethan pursed his lips. "Kinda what I wanted to talk to you about. We were hoping on Dartmoor, but these Ministry sods were too stuck up to give us permission."

"Aren't they preparing for the World Cup in Dartmoor?" Lizzie frowned.

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Ain't you being sharp today? Would've given them a chance to have their stadium put through its paces, but seems like that's too much to ask for a humble Scottish club like ours."

Lizzie raised her eyebrows but chose not to comment on it any further. As enticing as the idea of flying over the World Cup pitch sounded, there was no way the Ministry would have even considered agreeing to Ethan's request.

"Where are we going then?"

"A good player needs to adapt to changing winds,” Ethan shrugged. “Since this is about growing closer as a team, I thought why not come up with a plan together."

Lizzie listened to the ensuing discussion without adding to it. She was busy thinking about Matthew; he wouldn't have been keen on her training schedule being increased either way, but her leaving Wigtown for several days could turn into a problem.

"The Isle of Skye isn't a bad shout," suggested Scout Sheridan, the team's usual Seeker, but Ethan promptly shook his head.

"Chances are we're going to run into some Portree players, and they can go suck on a Bludger, as far as I'm concerned."

"What about that one place you used to tell me about?" Skye piped up and nudged Lizzie in the side. "Where was it again?"

"No idea what you mean," Lizzie replied coolly, but Skye didn't notice the warning in her voice.

"'Course you do. Always used to say how great it'd be for Quidditch - remote, loads of open space, unaccessible to Muggles, everything we're looking for. Couldn't stop raving about it every time you went there with -"

Skye stopped abruptly as she realised the reason for Lizzie's silence, but her words had already caught Ethan's attention.

"I like the sound of that. Where is it?"

"It's maybe not that great after all," Skye answered evasively. "Who cares for the Pricks of Portree anyway? The Isle of Skye is -"

"Forget about the bloody Isle of Skye, this place you mentioned sounds just like what we need. Where is it now?"

"It's a small headland on the west coast of Jersey," Orion suddenly spoke up, looking straight at Ethan. "It's not big but it’s remote, and the water cuts it off during high tide, which means Anti-Muggle measures would be minimal."

Ethan seemed pleased at the prospect. "Sounds like a winner. Jersey it is then."

There was a growing sense of excitement in the changing room, which Lizzie didn't share. She was livid with Skye for not keeping her mouth shut, and she couldn't understand why Orion was backing her up, either. Surely thinking about the days they had spent on Jersey together had to be as painful for him as it was for her. Looking at Orion's calm but determined face as he spoke to Ethan about the details of their trip, Lizzie suddenly wasn't so sure about that anymore.

Not keen on telling Matthew about their boot camp, the sinking feeling in her stomach grew when Lizzie left the training grounds soon after. She pushed the thought away, even when she sat in the spacious gardens of McRae Manor with him and he was asking her about her day. The wine Matthew had taken from the wine cellar made her wonderfully sleepy, and so she decided to keep the information about their getaway to herself for just a little bit longer.

With their workload so greatly increased, Lizzie found plenty of excuses to avoid the topic for the rest of the following week, but leaving Matthew in the dark made her feel strung up and irritable. She did her best to hold her mood at bay, but when during one of their countless conversations about their wedding Matthew brought up the issue of her dress once more, her frustration finally rose to the surface.

"I don't care if Manuel is your friend. I hate his ideas. He didn't listen to what I wanted at all."

"It's Emmanuel," Matthew said laconically, the scowl on his face deepening every time Lizzie passed him while pacing up and down his study. "And he said that it was you not listening to him. Do you know how much of an effort he made? I would have expected you to show some gratitude, and if not that, some manners, at the very least."

"I don't even know what he was thinking. The things he suggested were ridiculous."

"I told him that I didn't want you to look like you're off for a day on the beach, that's what he was thinking," Matthew said flatly. "I want you to take this seriously."

Lizzie stopped her pacing. "What makes you think I'm not taking our wedding seriously? I am!"

Matthew raised his eyebrows and reached into the pocket of his jacket, producing a scroll of parchment and tossing it to Lizzie. "This suggests otherwise."

Frowning, Lizzie caught the scroll and unrolled it. Her eyes went wide as she saw the fine sketch lines in Andre's unmistakable hand, forming into the simple, flowy dress Lizzie had dreamed of wearing at her wedding. Incredulous, her eyes went from the sketch to Matthew.

"You opened my letters?"

"I must have taken it with me when I worked at your place the other day. It was stuck between my documents, so I thought it was mine."

"Then check the envelope next time," Lizzie snapped. "My letters are private."

"Don't get all worked up about it. I'll have a second look next time."

"I hope so."

"Why are you so upset? Is there anything you don't want me to see?"

"No, but some of these are personal. If there was anything important, I would have told you."

Matthew nodded at the scroll of parchment in Lizzie's hand. "Like Andre Egwu working on a wedding dress even though I said that I don't want him to?"

Lizzie's fist tightened around the sketch until she realised that she was creasing the parchment. "That's different."

"How so? You know I don't like his ideas, his designs, or even him, to be honest. And still you went behind my back and let him waste his time on something that's just not going to happen."

He snapped his agenda shut and rose from his seat. "Marriage is about making compromises, and I don't see you doing particularly well on that front lately. I expect you to clear this misunderstanding and get to work with Emmanuel properly by the beginning of next week."

Judging by the finality of his tone, Matthew wasn't expecting any objections. He was almost by the door when Lizzie called him back.

"Emmanuel can go and enjoy himself, but without me. I won't be here next week."

Matthew turned with an unbelieving look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You heard me. The team's off for boot camp. I won't have time for another stupid meeting with any of your friends."

"Last year, all you did was stay on the training grounds for a week. Surely they can let you go for a special occasion like this?"

Lizzie crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Well, not this time. We're going away."

Matthew blinked, clearly taken aback. "What? Where to?"

"The Channel Isles."

"Since when have you known?"

"End of last week."

"And when are you going?"

"Beginning of next."

"For Godric's sake, Lizzie," Matthew huffed, running his hand over his face in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm telling you now."

"How do you expect me to rearrange our appointments at such short notice? I don't have time to go on a holiday with you."

"Good, because it's not a holiday and you're not invited."

"What do you mean I'm not invited?"

"This is work," Lizzie stressed. "We're going to be training all day, every day. There's no need for you to be there."

Matthew pressed his lips together. "I'm your agent. There's every need for me to be there."

"Then you'd better stay here and get my contract sorted out. Doesn't look like it's going anywhere at the moment."

"It would if you didn't shut me out all the time!" When Lizzie flinched at Matthew's tone, he took a deep breath and put both hands on her shoulders. "I'm worried about you. You've been working so hard and you're still not fully recovered. Don't you think it would make more sense to stay and rest? We could focus on ourselves for a change. I haven't seen much of you lately. I miss you."

Even though Lizzie's anger was already dwindling, she moved her head away when Matthew leaned in to kiss her.

"I can't just not go. This isn't only about physical practice, it's about growing together as a team. I missed the second half of last season, and the roster is all different now. Working out the dynamics is important if we want to have a shot at the Cup."

Matthew abruptly let go of her. "Your health is important. Your team doesn't care about you half as much as you care about them."

"That's not true."

"It is. They lost no time to find a replacement for you when they signed on this Orion Amari without even knowing if -"

"This has nothing to do with him," Lizzie interrupted him so brusquely that Matthew fell silent.

"You had better think about your priorities," he said coolly after having composed himself again. "You seem to have gotten them confused."

Lizzie raised her chin and walked past him to the door. "I have my priorities perfectly straight, thank you very much. You can go and do your wedding stuff. I'm going to boot camp with my team, whether you like it or not."

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #orion amari x mc #lizzie jameson #skye parkin #ethan parkin #balance series #search for balance #sfb

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transpoettryinghisbest · 3 years ago

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(For reference, Ema is 25 in this fanfic. Gant is 74.)

I don't know why today's the day. Honestly, it felt like no day was going to be the day. Visiting Gant felt like something I desperately wanted and didn't want to do. It felt unnecessary and necessary. If Lana knew I was here, she'd kill me. She'd drag me away and never let me see that man again, for fear that I'd end up with nightmares again. But I'm here. There's no going back now.

To say he looks surprised to see me is an understatement. But then, he smiles.

“Is that Ema Skye?” he asks me. “It's been so long! Look at you!”

I scowl. I don't like him acting like a harmless relative at a family reunion. Like he doesn't remember what he did to me.

“Yes,” I say. “It's me.”

“It's not often I get guests.”

“I'm not making this a regular thing.”

“I wouldn't expect that. But it is a pleasure to see you. So what brings you here after all this time?”

“Honestly? I…wanted to see if you were still alive.”

He laughs, clapping his hands like he used to. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think that was a slight at my age.”

It might be. He looks about the same as I remember him, though obviously not in his suit.

“It has certainly been a long time, and I've felt every one of those years go by.” He eyes me closely. “You've grown. You look a lot like your sister.”

“I get that sometimes.”

I didn't attend the trial that decided Gant's sentence. After everything came out, there were just too many other things on my mind. Lana told me that she didn't care what his punishment would be. As long as he wasn't her problem anymore. I thought I felt the same for a long time. But I was wrong.

“What's…going to happen to you?” I ask.

“Well I couldn't exactly get off lightly. Murdering someone who works in law enforcement doesn't exactly get the court on your side, let alone when you murder two of them. Then there was all the forging evidence and the framing and the blackmail and all of that messy stuff.” He sighs. “Sometimes I wonder how I managed all of that.”

“It's because you're evil,” I mumble, without meaning to.

“Maybe so. But to answer your question, I have been sentenced to death. I've just got to wait a while for it to be carried out. At my age, with any luck, I'll be long gone before it eventually happens.”

He's so calm about it. I guess he's had a long time to get used to the idea.

“How long has it been now?” he asks.

“Nine years.”

“I suppose they've forgotten all about me.”

“No one could forget you. And what you did.”

“In any other circumstance, that would be a compliment.”

“Stop it! Just stop it!” I finally snap. “You were always so…”

He raises his eyebrows.

“...nice. Even when you were doing evil things.”

“Ah.”

“I thought it was fake, but it's not. I kept waiting for your facade to end, but you're just nice, even though you do horrible things.”

I don't think I'm making sense anymore, but I can't stop. Tears are sliding down my face and my voice starts getting choked up.

“Ema.”

“I just don't understand any of it. I kept thinking I'd understand when I got older but I don't. You're just the worst. You're horrible.”

“I know.”

“And I hate you. I hate you, I hate you so much. You almost tore our family apart. And for what? Why did you do it?” I punch the glass. “Why did you do it?”

“Ema, please calm down.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I don't want to be responsible for making a forensic investigator cry.”

I wipe my eyes. “You…you remembered?”

“Of course I remembered. It was all you ever talked about.”

I'm not an investigator yet. I'm still working as a detective until I retake the exam for the third time. But I don't want him to know that. He'd probably say something overly nice to frustrate me again.

“I wasn't always this way, you know,” he says, eventually. “I used to be a good cop. But…things happen.”

“You could've saved me that night. You found me unconscious in a room with a serial killer. You could've done anything, and it would've been better than what you did. But you didn't care about me, not really. You'd listen to me talk about forensic science, and pretend to care, but you never did care about me. Or Lana. Or Mr Marshall or Mr Goodman. You didn't even care about stopping crime or punishing those who committed those crimes. You only cared about yourself. You only saw a situation that could benefit you and you didn't care who it sacrificed. I was a child. I was just a child.”

“Would you accept an apology if I gave you one?”

My eyes well up again and I just shake my head.

“Then I hope getting that off your chest made you feel better.”

“Are you sorry? Genuinely?”

“I am. But I don't think that's what you want to hear. I don't think it'll change how you feel about me.”

“You're right. No matter what I say to you, it won't change the fact that you're rotten to the core.”

“Then maybe you should leave me behind. Enjoy your new life of freedom and try to forget what happened to you and your sister.”

“Don't tell me what to do.”

He chuckles.

“I requested a visit from your sister a long time ago,” he says. “But she refused.”

“What did you want with her?”

“To apologise. But I don't think she would've accepted that either.”

“No.”

“She must've been released by now, right?”

I nod. “Two years ago. It's…been a difficult adjustment, but I'm glad she's back.”

“You two deserve happiness now, after what I put you through.”

“And you deserve to die.”

“I will. Rest assured.”

He's still so calm. I don't know how to feel about it. The man I used to think of as like family. Until I realised that all he wanted to do was destroy.

“I'm gonna go now,” I say. “I probably won't see you again.”

“Well I appreciate you stopping by. Goodbye, Ema.”

“Bye.”

#ace attorney #ace attorney fanfiction #fanfiction #ema skye #damon gant #tw murder #tw prison #tw jail #tw death sentence #tw blackmail

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blackhakumen · 3 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #966: Among Falsehood (Ace Attorney)

Dead Body(s) Report- YaBoiWocky and Klavier The Rocking Sensation

Ema: Well, damn. Look like one of the killers aren't messing around this time.

Trucy: I know, right? ('Sniff') Look at how they massacred my Wocky-Kins.....

Ema: My boyfriend was murdered too, Trucy.

Trucy: Yeah, but at least you guys are veterans at the game. This is Wocky's first night playing and he's still confused.

Ema: I mean.....You're not wrong, but- ('Sigh') You know what? Forget it. We're already starting to waste time as it is. Who found whose body?

Pearl: I've found Wocky's body near the....laboratory area, I think? I'm not sure what it's called to be frank.

Apollo: Was it the Mid Base Scan area?

Pearl: Probably? ('Sigh') I don't think I know anything about this area too well.......But who was following me when I was going to the room to report?

Apollo: Were they coming from behind you or from specimen?

Pearl: I believe it was from below....into that area.

Ema: So into specimen then.

Pearl: Yeah.

Apollo: Well, I was in the admin room the entire time in case anyone's wondering. But I did see two people standing in mid by, lab area for a few seconds before one of them disappeared, so.....

Athena: Ooh! Before I forget, I can vouch for Vera being cleared cause after I walked out of the trash bin area, I saw her made her way into room.

Vera: (Messages "It's true" on the Who is the Imposter Screen)

Ema: Alright. But did anyone of you seen the Fop's body passing by by any chance?

Athena: Not really, no.

Vera: (Messages "I can't say that I have I'm afraid")

Trucy: I was doing my own task at the weapons' area. It's easy as it always been

Ema: Was it the Astroid one?

Trucy: Yep!

Ema: Shit you're lucky. It took me minutes to finish that stupid debit card task. I hate it.

Vera: (Messages "Same lol")

Ema: See? Vera gets me.

Trucy: Of course she does. She's a treasure~

Vera: (Messages "😊")

Apollo: Alright. The vote is about to end in twenty seconds. Should we skip the vote entirely?

Athena: I think it's Trucy!

Pearl: ('Sigh') Yeah.....

Trucy: Excuse you, Athena!? And who just said "yeah" to voting me off!? Pearly?

Pearl: No, sorry! Sorry! I meant "Yeah, we're skipping the vote". Not the other way around.

Trucy: Okay! Cause....I was actually to throw some virtual hands uo in here!

Apollo: (Starts Snickering Along with Everyone Else) Virtual Hands? How would that even work?

Trucy: I.....I have no idea, but I can assure you that they're very effective attacks! And it'll come directly to a certain Little Miss Tiger Pants over-

Two Gray Among Us Guys Pop up under Trucy's Name.

Apollo: Well, whaddya know? (Snickers Some More) It looks like two people wanted you gone after all.

Pearl/Athena: (Burst Out Laughing)

Trucy: ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!? WHY!?

Vera: (Giggling Softly)

Ema: (Starts Snickering as Well) Maybe your "Virtual Hands" might have been a threat in their eyes.

Trucy: Well, fuck all of you! I'm innocent!

Ema: With that sailor mouth of yours?

Trucy: I'm young woman, Ema Skyes! I can say whatever the hell I want!!-

One and a Half Minutes Later......

Dead Body Report- PearlyBeloved

Ema: Alright. So I found Pearls' body at the laboratory section at the top right by the showers. It's a shame she wasn't able to get herself clean in time. She would've been the squeakiest grape pretzel of all.

Apollo: You know, I'm gonna be honest, that pretzel actually looks great on her among us man.

Athena: I know right? It's her cute pretzel hair never left.

Apollo: (Snickers a Little) Yeah. So you said you found her at the showers, Ema?

Ema: Yep.

Athena: You wanna know who hit the showers?

Apollo: Huh?

Ema: What?

Athena: Sailor Mouth Trucy~

Trucy: And guess who was nowhere near the FUCKING body, Thena!?

Apollo: .......Jesus, Trucy.

Vera: (Messages "Oh Dear....")

Trucy: I just got done finishing that stupid fucking maze thing, which is by far my least favorite task by the and-

Ema: Okay, I'm just gonna vote Trucy off already, based on the language. (Votes for Trucy)

Apollo: (Immediately Burst Out Laughing Along With Athena and Vera) Ema, what the hell are you doing!?

Trucy: WHAT!? EMA!!!

Athena: (Giggling Up the Storm) Oho my God!~

Trucy: Ema Skyes, why!? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?

Athena: I'M NOT ACTUALLY SUS OF TRUCY WRIGHT!~

Trucy: THEN WHY DO YOU KEEP SUSPECTING ME!?

Athena: CAUSE IT'S FUNNY!?~

Apollo: It kinda is honestly.

Trucy: DON'T START WITH ME RIGHT NOW, APOLLO JUSTICE!

Ema: Listen, I'm a normal ass person who's bored! I vote whoever I want and it's Little Miss Sailor Mouth in blue.

Trucy: REALLY!? Okay. First off, you're a detective with a lab coat!

Ema: Not a very well known one.

Trucy: SO? THAT STILL MEANS SOMETHING!

Ema: Ehhhhhhh.....

Trucy: WHATEVER!

Athena: (Starts Laughing Some More)

Trucy: And second, how you're gonna sit here and complain about my language when the majority of you people, minus Vera and maybe Pearly, cuss just as much as I do, if not more!!? Huh!?

Apollo: (Trying his Hardest to Contain More of his Laughter) I mean, shit, you're not wrong, but-

Trucy: SEE!? Polly curses too and he's supposed the most mature one out of the two of us!!!

Apollo: Well, I'm older than you, so....

Trucy: POLLY!

Apollo: Alright! Alright! As much as I would love to debate more on the morality of our use languages, the time is about to run out in here and we still have two killers are still at large.

Ema: Oh shit. I didn't think about that.

Trucy: OH YA DON'T SAY!!?

Apollo: Fifteen seconds remaining!

Athena: Let's just vote off Ema already, shall we?

Trucy: Yeah. Let's! Cause I am upset tired, stressed, and about to cry right now thanks to that madwoman.

Ema: Fair mad woman.

As the gang cast their votes, it is shown that Ema has one vote while Trucy has all three.

Apollo: Oh no.

Trucy: WHAT!? NO!!!

Athena: (Starts Snickering Once More) So much for that I guess.....

Trucy: WHAT THE FUCK!?

Ema: That's unfortunate.

Trucy: YOU'RE HAPPY, EMA?

Trucy gets ejected

Trucy: Now I'm in the pool of lava, dying thanks to you! ('Knees Slap') FUCK!

Back at the Anything's Wright Agency......

Trucy: (Closes her Laptop Before Groaning and Covering her Face in Annoyance)

Wocky: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!

Trucy: (Immediately Turns Next to Her Boyfriend While Pouting and Sitting on the Sofa Together) Wockyyyyy!~ Our friends are my making fun of me, it's not funny!

Wocky: (Tries Calmong his Laughter Down) Sorry! Sorry! It's just.....(Wipe a Tear From his Eyes) ('Whew') Hearing you cuss up a storm like that is the most funniest shit I've ever seen in my entire life.

Trucy: ('Sigh Heavily') Well, I'm glad I was able to make you laugh at least. I'm still mad.....

Wocky: (Scootches Over Trucy While Placing his Arm Around Her Shoulder and Giving her a Reassuring Smile) Hey, if it makes you the slightest bit better, I still think you're cutest girl in the world, sailor mouth or not.

Trucy: (Smiles Softly at Wocky's Words Before Hugging him Lovingly) You're so sweet~

Wocky: Not as sweet as you~ (Guves Trucy a Kiss on the Lips) Wanna go back to the game? I'm pretty sure everyone is done by now.

Trucy: Nah. They can play the rest without us. (Starts Snuggling Onto Wocky) I wanna watch TV and cuddle~

Wocky: Whatever you say, my Magical Princess. (Turns the TV on With the Remote)

Trucy: (Giggles Softly) Magical Princess~ I love it!~

@apollo-justice-for-all

@cyber-wildcat

@keyenuta

@26shann

@ma-lemons

@caleb13frede

#ace attorney #trucy wright #ema skye #apollo justice #athena cykes #pearl fey #vera misham #klavier (mentioned)#among us #humor #fluff afterwards #cute romance #cuddling & snuggling #trucy x wocky #trg colosseum reference #wocky kitaki

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samanthaswishes · 3 years ago

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Agents of SHIELD Rewatch Season 2A (ep. 1-10)

Here's my commentary on my rewatch of Agents of SHIELD Season 2 Episodes 1-10. This may not be the best commentary since these are just the thoughts and opinions that come to my mind as I watch the episodes rather than a full-blown analysis, but I'm just having fun with it!

2x01 Shadows

PEGGYYYYYY

I wish Trip's grandfather was in this scene. Would've been so cool.

The Kree and the OG 084

Skye with bangs! *chef's kiss*

We got the introduction of Hunter, Hartley, Idaho, and Mack. And only 2 of them make it out of this episode alive.

I know we couldn't really trust Hunter back then, but his first few lines really did make me like him.

"You're the man in charge, but I'm in charge of you." YES YOU ARE, MAY

I just wanna say I love Skye's stealth outfit this season.

So did Hartley meet Hunter through Bobbi or did Bobbi meet Hunter through Hartley? Because Coulson refers to Hunter as a friend she made undercover.

BUDAPEST

I remember my first time watching this episode and being so shocked that Jemma wasn't really there.

So since Fitz was imagining Jemma, were the other scientists in the lab just ignoring him talking to himself cause none of them seemed to be really fazed by it?

The first episode of season 2 and there's already been 3 bottles of beer drunken.

Trip freaking out about the Koenigs is a mood.

Skye just misses her dad

Again, no one talks about Skye's trauma with Ward. She really did not want to go down there! She's fucking terrified!

When did Raina and Ward have time to have a conversation about Skye's dad? I mean, I know Raina told him about the monsters, but when did she ever tell him "I know Skye's dad. He's alive."

How did we go from goofy, disgruntled side character to season 5 villain with Talbot?

"Hi again" I love Melinda May.

Sometimes the military people in this show are really stupid.

Honeycomb Kill Room™

Idk about y'all, but I'm low-key getting red flags when Fitz referred to himself as the team golden boy. Like, relax, Koenig is literally just doing his job. I'm trying to not think about my dislike towards Fitz in later seasons, but the more I watch earlier seasons, I see more aspects of him that I really don't like.

Absolutely love every moment Shield plays Talbot.

Was it ever established if Hartley and Idaho were in on the whole Real Shield thing?

The way May turns to Skye and says "Let's stick together." I love these Mama May moments.

Was I the only one who low-key shipped Skye and Trip this season? Cause I totally did.

"Talbot out."

Okay, but honestly, Creel wasn't that hidden. I'm pretty sure it's easy to see abs on a wall.

NO HARTLEY DON'T!

"Cut it off" This line foreshadowed many more scenes to come in this series

"Have you seen what they've done with robotics these days?" "Probably an upgrade." We really got the Coulson robo hand foreshadowing 21 episodes prior.

So how long was Creel waiting for the Shield car to just pull up in the middle of the road?

And goodbye Hartley and Idaho :(

2x02 Heavy is the Head

Can we talk about how May wanted to get Hunter out of the car and save him from being captured by soldiers before going after Creel?

I needed more of May on the motorcycle aka Lola's Boyfriend™ (if you know, you know)

"I know. And we just retired the bathrooms."

I love Mack. He always has faith in people even when other people don't 100% believe in them.

I know Coulson is trying to protect Skye, but leaving her in the dark about the alien writing wasn't the best call.

It's canon that Mack likes singing in the shower.

I never noticed halluci-Jemma checking Mack out😂

I wonder if when she was looking at the picture of Izzy and her sister, Skye was thinking about the family she never had.

Oh, there's my answer. Hunter and Hartley met each other through Bobbi.

RAINAAAAA

"I doubt it. The guy's jacked, and he can turn any body part into any material." Oh, Skye, I love you. Also, this line catches me off guard every single time😂

"Beat it. You're pissing him off!" Said to the extra scientists who haven't done or said anything.

"How did we get the nonlethal option?" "Coin flip. Trip called tails." I love these little small lines.

Hunter made the biggest mistake ever, and that mistake was icing May.

"Aw HELL no"

Hunter, you idiot. You just don't go stalking up in public in broad daylight, guns blazing.

We love the callback to the device in 1x07.

"Is Coulson okay?" "Of course." "WhAt Is WrOnG wItH yOu??"

And there's Skye's daddy. Cal seemed so much scarier in 2a, but he just turns into a lovable character in 2b. I love him.

"Can I call you Glenn?" "No. Where's Hunter." "Watching Cake Boss." Idk why but this exchange is hilarious to me.

"Let's get out of here before the iceberg runs out of fuel."

Talbot was so close to the quinjet. I wished he ran into it.

2x03 Make New Friends and Influencing People

This whole brainwashing thing is so creepy. I hate it.

So sad that Kara was actually a really good and loyal Shield agent before Hydra.

Okay, but this whole opening with Jemma is adorable, and I love it.

When I first watched this, I had no doubts in my mind that she wasn't undercover. I mean, Simmons would never be with Hydra.

"I pretended they were all Ward." HA

Thinking about how May telling Skye that her shots weren't puny probably made Skye really happy because as a kid, she was hardly complimented or rewarded for a job well done.

"Don't be sorry. Just wait." She says while holding a massive sniper rifle.

"Experience doesn't make it any easier to cross someone off." Ooh, the Bahrain references. This season, you guys! THIS SEASON!

I still feel bad for Donnie Gil. He was just a kid who was manipulated then brainwashed by Hydra and has a power that was taken advantage of.

Coulson once again in Full Dad Mode™

See, I understand Jemma and why she left. She wanted to help Fitz and truly did care about him, he was her best friend after all, but she ended up not helping him and making him worse, so she left. She also needed time to work on herself and come to terms with what had happened. She was at the bottom of the ocean too. Not just Fitz. I understand that Fitz does need help and support, but so does Jemma. It's not fair that people say they hate Jemma for leaving him because they are basically saying it was her job to make sure he was okay.

"I wasn't loyal to Hydra. I was loyal to Garrett." THAT'S THE SAME FUCKING THING.

"My family tore me down." Yeah, so did every foster family Skye had ever had, and she turned out to be a ridiculously nice person. She didn't even have anyone to build her back up, but she still turned out good. God, I hate Ward so much.

I also fucking hate the people that said Skye should've been more sympathetic and should've comforted him. HE LITERALLY KIDNAPPED AND MANIPULATED HER AND EVEN THREATENED TO DO EVEN WORSE. NOT TO MENTION ALL THE PEOPLE HE KILLED OF HIS OWN FREE WILL. It was not her job to change him. She deserved so much better than be turned into Ward's object in the eyes of these "fans".

I also noticed that Ward sympathizers/SkyeWard shippers still refer to her as Skye even after she changed her name to Daisy, literally ignoring all the character growth she had done to reach that name and why giving up the name Skye and becoming Daisy was so important. (I'm only calling her Skye rn since that's what she is called in s2)

Love how Hunter is trying to psych Skye out of jumping out of the plane, but her heartbeat remains steady.

Also, I have mixed feelings about the whole Ward/Fitz cell scene. I obviously don't agree with Ward in one slightest bit, but Fitz was acting impulsively. Granted, he did get information out of Ward.

"WhAt ThE hElL? I jUsT tOoK OuT tHe BoOmErS!!"

I just wanna sing "Let it Go" this entire episode.

Skye's heartbeat was steady when she killed Donnie, but I really wished we could've seen the aftermath of it, and how it affected Skye taking her first life. They do briefly, but it turns into something about Simmons being undercover and not Skye's own psyche.

"We're even, right?" "We are." I love Trip's face in the background. Wish he never died so he could've gotten even.

"Reminds me of before." Aw Skyeeeee

Again, we don't talk about Skye's trauma with Ward. Her heartbeat was steady when killing someone and jumping out of a plane, but the second Ward pulls the 'your dad is alive' card, he gets under her skin and freaks her out.

2x04 Face My Enemy

Let's go! I frickin love this episode!

"Five Finger Discount"

MAY IN THAT DRESS!

I absolutely love how quickly May changes her face from smiling to absolutely hating everything. She just does not want to be there😂

Also, I love how May laughing is its own whole scene and joke.

As a former competitive dancer, I want to take the dance elective at Shield Academy.

This episode is one of the few where the team has major sibling vibes.

This undercover May is still so jarring, but I love it.

"Maybe Talbot's still pissed cause we kidnapped him that one time."

"YO!" *PUNCH*

Coulson was so ready to show off his skills in front of May.

May's remark when Talbot says "I've been thinking." She knows what's up.

"You liked it." "No, I didn't." "A little bit?" "A little bit."

Psycho Living in Our Basement™

Love that they brought back the nano mask from Winter Soldier. Absolutely love Falcon and the Winter Soldier and Black Widow, but Agents of Shield did it first.

As much as I dislike Fitz, I really relate to him here. I have really bad social anxiety and talking to people is so, so, so difficult for me. I either have nothing to add to the conversation, or I want to say something, but I can never get the words to form to get it out. Even online, I'm constantly rereading everything I want to say.

Bakshi really thinks he has the upper hand on Melinda May? Bitch, please.

Love how Coulson automatically knows that she isn't May. He knows his wife best friend.

Why did I get excited for Skye and Mack literally just standing next to each other? I know they don't even get close until literally the end of the season, but I just love my big brother Mack and little sister Daisy dynamic.

All I can think about when I see the elevator opening is the blooper where Clark and Ming are kissing.

WHO IS THAT GIRL I SEE STARING STRAIGHT BACK AT ME~

^I love Mulan way too much😅

YESSSS MAYYYYY

Watching the Live With Lil' of this episode with the stunt double from this episode makes me appreciate the May vs May fight even more than before (and I always LOVED that fight scene so much. It's probably one of my top favorite fights.)

The move May does off the coffee table is very similar to a ballet move that I can't remember the name of, but the dancer in me really likes that.

"wE gOtTa Go" Idk why but the way Coulson runs in is so funny to me.

Ugh, okay, this moment between Fitz, Mack, and Hunter is very sweet, but I hate the way Fitz presents Simmons to them. He gives them an image of her that they see in a bad light. They don't even have the full story and Jemma's not there to defend herself.

"Some people are better in small doses." YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN! That's probably why I like season 7 so much since Fitz is only in the last 3 episodes.

Love how May's plan to protect Coulson is to send him to a cabin. And what does he do when Skye needs protecting? Sends her to a cabin.

2x05 A Hen in the Wolf House

BOBBI TIME

This wedding opening is so funnily random (is funnily a word? who cares, it is now.)

UGH just tell Skye already. She deserves to actually know and not be spied on.

Again, Cal was so much scarier in 2a

And now the dude's dead.

"Pretty awesome, right?" What the hell is wrong with this guy?

"I wAs A fAt BaBy"

Fish Tacos~

THERE SHE IS! We love you, Bobbi.

I love Bobbi so much. This is the only thing I will talk about for this episode haha.

I love how protective the whole team is of Skye.

HAIR FLIP

Ooh, Cal's not gonna like that. Skye's got another dadddd.

May's hand on Jemma's shoulder when she sees Fitz again

I was too invested in this episode to commentate haha😅

I love May's face in the background when Bobbi and Hunter were arguing.

"bObBi?!?!"

Also, did Trip really not know Hunter and Bobbi were married? He seemed to know Bobbi pretty well in the quinjet.

"wHy ThE hElL wOuLd YoU dO tHaT?"

2x06 A Fractured House

Why did they have to start with a scene of Ward working out??😑

"We're not responsible for this, are we?" You'd think they'd all be aware if they had a mission in killing government officials. But this is so funny how they're all like "WaS iT uS?"

"Guess being a douchebag runs in the family."

WHO CARES ABOUT THE WELL ANYMORE WARD. BASED ON WHAT YOU'VE DONE, YOU DON'T GET TO USE THE WELL ANYMORE

I don't like particularly like Jemma this season because of how she acts when Skye gets her powers and her low-key xenophobia, but I truly feel bad for her in terms of Fitz. She's not allowed to express her feelings. She's treated like she owes Fitz something. Yes, he saved her life, and she really did want to help him, but she only made him worse, so she did what she felt was best for both her and Fitz.

"It's funnier now."

I think both Ward and Christian have some truth to their sides. I do believe Christian forced him to throw Thomas down the well, but I also believe that Ward had a dark side as a kid and still chose to make these decisions.

Am I supposed to feel bad for Ward? Cause I don't.

One thing I miss after Bobbi and Hunter left is the Bobbi and May team up fights.

"Don't die out there."

I love that Jemma stood in front of Skye, protecting her from Ward. Why she couldn't do that in season 5 is beyond me. Maybe because she was personally affected by him, but as soon as Fitz did something bad to her best friend, she chooses the abuser over the victim. Ugh, not looking forward to season 5.

They gave him an inch, Coulson.

2x07 The Writing on the Wall

Is there not security that checks you for weapons at a bus station? I'd feel like they'd treat it almost like an airport. (As you can see, I've never been to a bus station) How the hell did Ward get in with all those bombs?

Love how easy they were able to get a dead body😂

Bobbi, aren't you supposed to be one of the best spies? How come you've been on the same page the entire time? Ward's really good too. Why didn't you turn the page? Even when I'm pretending to read something, I'm scrolling down or turning pages.

I need more of Hunter dressed as a cowboy.

Project TAHITI is scarier now

Ward going back to Hydra proves that he is not a good person. I get he was doing that to give Bakchi to Coulson, but still.

THE TRANSITION FROM THE KILLER TO COULSON!!!

May definitely not only yelled at Coulson for going into the memory machine but also for putting things onto Skye while she was in charge of him.

*lets Fitz play the video game* "It's good for you."

"YoU wErE dReSsEd LiKe A cOwBoY!"

DID HE JUST LOCK THAT GUYS FAMILY IN A CLOSET?

Okay but that guy was smart to cut the rope on the nail. I wouldn't have thought of that.

HE STILL GOT HIS SPY INSTINCTS

It's so hard to see Mack during this season. There's obviously this rift between him and Skye because of the alien DNA. Love that they became partners in season 3 because next to MayDaisy, their relationship is my favorite.

2x08 The Things We Bury

JIAYING!

"What are we gonna do, storm Oahu?"

Why does the Hawaii mission seem so chaotic?

"You ever want kids?" *slowly takes the object out of pocket*

Jemma being the biggest Peggy Carter fangirl is the cutest thing ever.

PEGGYYYY

Still kinda crazy how (I believe) Peggy Carter and Jiaying have canonically met. Even crazier when Jiaying's daughter (Daisy) ends up dating Peggy's ex (Sousa).

I couldn't care less about the whole Ward and Christian side plot in this episode

I love the whole progression of Whitehall's cell scene

ALL THOSE PEOPLE ARE FROM THE HUNAN VILLAGE

So it is revealed that Bobbi fears judgment, right? She does regret giving up the safe house where Kara was. That was established, right?

Okay, but Christian is right. Ward believes himself to be a hero, but really he is a terrible villain who couldn't care less about human life.

"Man With a Plan" Was Trip referencing the song from CA:TFA?

Um, yes, Cal, Phil is in fact the closest thing Skye has to a father, so I think it's best you don't hurt him.

Anyone in this show who says "the end justifies the means" is always in the wrong.

I was so scared Trip was going to die this episode the first time I watched this. I was relieved when he lived but then 2x10 had to come in and take it all away.

I've binged this show so many times, and I always forget about the whole vivisection of Jiaying scene. I like literally suppress that scene.

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND WARD. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF SACRIFICE!

I don't know why but the cut from Bobbi and Hunter to them making out in front of the car is so funny to me.

This scene always makes me giddy. Like... THAT"S SKYE'S MOM!

2x09 Ye Who Enter Here...

Okay, but this dream sequence! Not only do we get a little insight into what might have happened in the Hunan Province, but we also get the confirmation that mom and dad in Skye's mind have sort of been filled by May and Coulson.

Also ANGEL EYES

"Of course, I'm her SO"

This is one of the only times Simmons is allowed to share her side of the story without any biases. She also refers to him as her best friend. Why isn't she allowed to want him to be a best friend? She doesn't owe him her feelings. It's not like she doesn't care. Ugh the whole Fitzsimmons thing this season is so frustrating.

"You're a big brother, but you're not my big brother." Um, in the happy domestic timeline au I have in my head, Mack is everyone's big brother. Except obviously Yoyo's since the two of them are soulmates.

"CaLl An AmBuLaNcE, tHiS gUy JuSt PaSsEd OuT!"

THIS EPISODE IS SKYE'S FIRST HAND-TO-HAND FIGHT!

"Whot the hell is that?" "May's evil twin."

"Ooh hats!"

This is why I love Coulson! He really does care for human life.

I'm like on the bridge on whether or not I actually want to be in a car with May. I feel like she's a good driver, but in this episode, she's so aggressive.

"YoU kNoW sHe StIlL hAs My FaCe?"

"Where's your friend Diego go?" All I could think of is GO DIEGO GO!

Mack low-key being afraid of the ghost story is a mood and totally sets up his hatred for robots and basically everything he's about to experience in the coming years.

MAMA MAYYY

2x10 What We Become

Yayyy, this is my fav season 2 episode. Except for, you know, Trip dying.

This is another episode I'm too invested in, so I might not say a lot😅

So why did Cal decide to tell Skye that Jiaying was dead?

That whole "Bicycle Built For Two" song was already creepy because of Cal, but TikTok made it even more creepy.

I just wanna punch Ward.

YESS SKYE YOU BEAT THOSE HYDRA AGENTS

Ooh, Coulson, Cal's not gonna like that.

DAISY! HE SAID IT!

Skye crying over Coulson gets me every time. It's not your fault Skye!

DANG IT TRIP WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO BACK DOWN!

QUAKE THEME QUAKE THEME QUAKE THEME QUAKE THEME

The Quake Theme is literally my favorite score from this series.

How does Skye look so great after going through terrigenesis? Like, my god I want whatever the terrigen has.

WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SHOW TRIP FALLING APART EVERY TIME UGH!!!!!!!

And Gordon. No matter how many ties I see him, he creeps me out.

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yellowmotomami · 6 years ago

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Better not to know

drabble challenge

Prompt: # 130 “She’s my daughter, I can read her diary.”

Submitted by: @raleigh-ocean

“Don't forget your lunch!”

Shelby ran after her daughter who was leaving for school. She handed the lunchbox to the teenager who simply rolled her eyes and walked away, not bothering to turn around as her mother waved her goodbye.

The blonde sighed and checked her surroundings before shutting the door. She would then shower, get ready for work, grab something on her way out as “breakfast”. Just another typical day. At the end of the day, she'd come home exhausted, and fall asleep on the couch probably. Audrey would be in the kitchen cooking dinner and looking over Skye's shoulder as the girl did her homework. She smiled at the thought.

A quick look at the planner on the kitchen fridge, and Shelby realized that she actually didn't have any yoga classes to teach until late afternoon. That meant she had plenty of time to relax, and maybe even to do a little cleaning. Audrey wasn't up yet, so she decided to have some real breakfast for once. She reached for the granola on the shelf and poured some almond milk into a bowl. She was sitting on the counter enjoying her cereal when a sleepy Audrey made her way into the kitchen.

“Morning honey!” Audrey yawned and placed a small kiss on her wife's nose.

“Morning” Shelby replied with her mouth full.

Audrey turned on the kettle, and hopped onto the counter to sit next to Shelby. Shelby rested her head on her shoulder, Audrey smiled softly. She cherished these moments, and knew that Audrey did too. They could just stay like this forever.

“Well, I gotta get to work!”

Audrey stood and was about to head to her office to go and work on her script, but Shelby was quicker than her and stole her a kiss. They both smiled and Shelby let go of her.

There was a lot of cleaning to do, and Shelby'd better start now if she wanted to be done by the time she had to go to work. Okay, let's start with the bathroom.

About three quarters of an hour later, she stepped out of the bathroom and plugged out the vacuum cleaner, plugging it into the socket across the corridor. Now Skye's room.

“Ugh, I hate this.” She blurted out loud.

She never felt at ease entering her daughter's bedroom without her being there, it seemed to her that she was violating an unwritten but universal rule. Her gaze went across the room and she sighed at the amount of books scattered all over the floor. She started picking them up and pilling them on the desk.

One book in particular caught her attention. It read “do not open”. Obviously, it really peaked her curiosity. Shelby being Shelby, all she wanted was to open the book and discover what lay inside. As she caught herself considering that option, she whispered to herself.

“She’s my daughter, I can read her diary.”

She knew that her daughter had nothing to hide, still she remained fascinated by the book. The urge to unleash what was held inside was stronger than the trust her daughter had placed in her. So without any more hesitation, she slowly turned the cover of the diary, as if she was about to open Pandora's box. She felt the paper between her fingers, the pages were whispering to her and revealing all the unsaid tales.

She hadn't even started to read, she was still somehow fascinated by the journal, it had put such a spell on her that she didn't hear the footsteps coming closer and closer. September 5th. She started reading.

Suddenly, the door flew open and Audrey burst into the room.

“Have you seen my iPad? All my notes are on it.” Audrey panted, out of breath, one hand on her hip and the other leaning on the door structure.

Still enchanted by the book, it took a few seconds for Shelby to come back to her senses. As she didn't reply immediately, Audrey squinted.

“Everything alright?”

Shelby gathered the books still laying on the floor to try and hide the diary among the other ones. But this time Audrey was quicker, and grabbed the oh so precious book out of her hands.

“Do not open? Shelby, what are you doing?”

Shelby looked down. How shameful of me, she thought. Reading her daughter's journal, invading her privacy, what was she thinking?

“Shelby why would you read this?” Audrey help up the diary.

Shelby didn't look up, she couldn't confront her wife's stern gaze.

“Bloody hell Shelby! You can't just barge in and go around messing with people's stuff, she's our daughter for God's sake!”

Audrey didn't usually show any moderation in her tone, which came across as quite harsh on some occasions. She tended to bottle her emotions and unleash them in times like this. Shelby knew that what she'd done was immoral and that she deserved all of Audrey's anger. How would she ever regain her trust?

Realizing the bluntness of her words could have hit Shelby, she crouched down next to her and wrapped her arms around her.

“I know that you didn't mean any harm, you were just curious.” She said in a softer tone.

“But we're a family. Some things we share, some things we don't have to. If Skye has a diary and writes that on the front, then we must respect that.”

Shelby nodded at Audrey's words and hugged her.

“Crikey, I'm getting good at this!” Audrey giggled, and so did Shelby.

“Are you gonna tell her?” Shelby became slightly more worried.

“Oh God no! Of course I won't, her loosing our trust is the last think I'd wish for, and I know that you would've done the same for me, so. Let's put this behind us, we don't need to whine about it for ever.”

Shelby uttered a small thanks, and went back to her tidying up. Audrey squeezed her arm to catch her attention.

“Hey. Let me help you with that.”

She smiled and stood up to put the diary back on the desk, as Shelby pilled up some more books next to her. Audrey turned around and pulled her into a hug, caressing her cheek with her slender fingers that Shelby covered with kisses.

“Thank you, baby” She whispered in her ear.

Shelby scrunched her nose and Audrey couldn't resist the temptation of placing a small kiss on it, causing them both to giggle.

They knew they could rely on each other and that they shared the same feelings regarding each other and their daughter, and that was what made them a family.

#ahs #ahs fanfiction #drabble challenge #shaudrey #shelby miller #audrey tindall

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 4 years ago

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Blood & Roses or Strawberry Milk

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This passage contains potentially: swearing, blood, whump and fluff content and violence.

Summary: A continuation of the previous chapter but more specifically, within this chapter Kirby and Roddy get to know each other better before splitting up for a while.

Kirby's POV:

Roddy stopped, realising what he had just said, "Sorry, I got overexcited."

"It's okay, just don't get a stiffie, alright?"

Roddy laughed, "Alright. I should get going, … unless you want to get breakfast together."

"Sure, you need a new shirt, unless you're planning on spending today in just the kilt."

"Maybe I will."

"Roddy, don't."

He shoots me a reassuring glance, "I think, my hotel room is the floor above."

"You're telling me this now?"

"let me check if I still have the key," He opened the pouch of the sporran and got the key out, "Room, one-hundred and fifteen."

"I believe that's actually down the hall."

Roddy left for a couple minutes, coming back wearing a black t-shirt covered by a blue plaid shirt and a pair of jeans.

"Oh wow, I almost forgot you were Scottish for a second, Piper."

"Ha, so very, very funny, Kirby. That reminds me of something."

"What?"

"Where does your name come from?"

"Old Norse, originally it meant 'Church Settlement'. However, my parents named me after the artist Jack Kirby, I think."

"Norse, as in, Vikings?"

"Norse as in I'm a quarter Norwegian."

"So, you're Scottish, Norwegian, anything else I should know about you?"

"I'm also Welsh and Irish. I grew up in Cardiff and my mother grew up on the Isle of Skye."

"Where exactly on the Isle of Skye?"

"Uig, I believe, near Kilt Rock."

"Wait, Kilt Rock?"

"Yes Roddy, There is a place called Kilt Rock."

"Well then," He adjusted his collar slightly, "Shall we." He tries to sound as suave as possible.

"Nice try, Romeo, it's not going to make me like you any more."

I grabbed my old leather jacket from within my suitcase and we started walking and, eventually, reached a small diner, we settled into a corner booth and I started scanning the menu for something to please my appetite, my wallet secure in my jacket pocket, I slid my mask into the opposite pocket, it stuck out slightly but wasn't noticeable.

"Good morning. My name is Debbie, I'll be your server today. What can I get for you two lovebirds?"

"I'll have," Roddy began, clearly either avoiding correcting the young waitress or not caring to correct her, "the 'Power Breakfast' with toast and a regular latte."

"And the lady?" she looked over from Piper to myself, before doing a double and take fully taking me in.

"I will have, the 'Tropical Waffle' with a side of 'Canadian Bacon' and a strawberry milkshake, please Debbie."

"Y-yes, Miss. So, that's the Power Breakfast and toast with a latte for the gentleman and the Tropical Waffle with a side of Canadian Bacon and a strawberry milkshake for the lady?"

"Yes." We said in unison, watching the waitress walk away.

"Roddy."

"What?" He scoffed

"Oh I don't know, perhaps you should have clarified that we," I gestured to him and then myself, "Are not 'lovebirds'?"

"Oh come on, you know if I let her know that she would've pried into our lives, y'know."

"Really now, Piper?"

"Yes, and stop calling me Piper, it's too formal, we know each other better than that, it's Roddy, or Rod, not Piper from now on, alright?"

"Alright. Roddy."

When the food arrived the waitress seemed to want to get the food to us and get out quickly.

"How's the leg?" I inquired before shoving a forkful of strawberry and waffle into my mouth.

"It hurts a little, but I've been through worse."

"Like bottling yourself." I mumbled through the mouthful of sugary bliss.

"Exactly." Roddy said through a mouthful of toast and turkey breast.

"You really should stop doing that." I warned him.

"Why, you care about me getting brain damage or somethin'?"

"No, I just, I can't stand the idea of you getting hurt, not after last night." I tried to keep my concerned tone to a minimum.

Roddy reached out to grab my hand and ran his thumb over my knuckles, "I'm okay. you made sure of that."

I know I should listen to him but I shrugged him off and went back to my meal, finishing it all as Roddy was around 3/4 done with his meal. Sipping my drink and gazing at Rod's beaten up face, focusing on his hairline still tinted a dark red with blood.

"You alright Kirby?"

I looked away quickly, "You're hair, it's …"

"Brown, I know. It's boring, why?" Sarcasm rang clear in his tone.

"No, Roddy, you're hair is tinted red, from the blood."

"Still, I thought I washed all the blood out." He was clearly joking but it stung me slightly and I don't know why.

"Y'know Kirby, Schultz was right about you."

"Really, how?"

"You're a fighter, a real tough guy, uh, gal, but you're nice, sweet even. You care about people, regardless of who they are."

"You were bleeding to death in a hotel corridor, right outside my room. I heard you get thrown against a wall. Would you rather I let you die?"

"I'd rather you'd left me and ran after the asshole who hurt me."

"It would have resulted in your death, Roddy. I couldn't let you die."

"Why not?"

"Because … because. I don't know okay. I chose to save you and that's that, alright."

"Alright, we should pay and get outta here."

"Already ahead of you." I pulled out my wallet and placed $35 on the table, calling the waitress over with my hand.

We paid and left, with me swiftly placing my mask back over my face. I caught Roddy staring at my face out of the corner of my eye.

"Kirby?"

I hummed in response.

"Why do you wear a mask, you're not hideous."

"I think every wrestling commentator I've ever met would disagree with you."

"what d'ya mean?"

"They call me 'The Ogress', Roddy. They call me a female Ogre."

"Then, they're wrong, you're not a hideous beast."

"Just because I saved you, doesn't mean I'm like that to everyone."

"How bad could you be? Sure you've made some dumb decisions in the past but the past's the past."

"Yeah, last night is also 'the past' Roddy."

"Look, all I'm trying to say, is, well, thank you and, don't listen to people, half the time they don't know what their words mean to the people they're saying them to."

"So, we are we headed, Roddy?"

"I don't know, maybe back to the hotel."

"Sure."

The rest of the walk back to my hotel room was silent, until we were inside the hotel room.

"So, who's better at conversation, me or André?"

"Well, Drey's got a natural charm to him, he's kind and knows the troubles that someone with gigantism goes through."

"Wait a second, 'Drey'?"

"Yeah, Drey, Why?"

"That's a pretty unique pet name. What is he, your boyfriend?"

"No, no, just an extremely close friend."

"Close, as in?"

"Close as in, we are just pals, you sound awfully jealous Roddy."

"Me, jealous. Ha! never."

"Never, really?"

I was trying to rile him up, and by the way he shifted his weight from one leg to the other before quickly shifting back, I could tell it was working.

"I'm not jealous, alright. It's just been a really long time since I've had a female friend as, nice, as you."

"Rod, come here a second," I got closer to him, to check the graze on his forehead, gently moving his hair away from his temple to get a better look, "Hold on, don't … don't move."

He held still and let me check the wound, it was healing, slowly but definitely healing. I changed my focus to the cut on his eyebrow on the other side of his face, gently placing my thumb next to the cut to hold his head still.

"Hey what are ya- Ah!" Roddy pulled away.

"Come back here."

"At least buy me dinner first." His tone once again became jovial.

"Roddy." I glared into his eyes.

He glared right back, as if to show how quickly he could switch his moods and making my breathing catch in my throat for a second.

"I think I need a moment" I whispered, turning to head to the bathroom before Rod grabbed me by the arm.

"I'm sorry," His voice soft and caring, "I didn't mean to scare ya."

This was new, a much softer and mellow version of Roddy.

"You didn't scare me that much, Roddy."

I continued to the bathroom and closed the door, undressing and getting ready to shower. I had been in the shower for only a few minutes when I heard the door to the room open and close suddenly, stepping out of the bathroom I realised that Roddy had left, leaving a note on the same page of the sketchbook that I had left a prior note to him.

"Thought I should get some rest in my own room. Thanks again. Roddy." I murmured as I read.

I hope he gets some proper rest, and heals quickly but I can't help but feel lonely without him here. God what am I saying, I don't like Roddy that much. Almost as if I love him, I don't for the record, I'm still not fully over Erik. God, I miss Erik. His kind smile, his flaming ginger hair, his goatee and the way any shirt would hug his muscles if he worked up a sweat. An extremely handsome man with the balls, or guts, to wear a kilt and not care what people thought about him because of it. There's no way I could give him up if the opportunity were to present itself ever again. I looked at the digital clock next to the phone and, realising how late it was decided to strip down to my underwear and get some rest.

I woke up to rapid knocking on my door and the door handle being jostled around from the outside. I hurried to get dressed and opened the door, my hair flowing over my right shoulder in loose waves. I swung the door open to Roddy, with a worried look on his face.

"God, what time do you call this?"

"I don't care what you're gonna say next, listen to me."

"Roddy," I looked over at the clock, "It's four in the morning."

"I know, but I could nae get ya off my mind." He stepped in, obviously stressed and closed the door behind him, "Listen ta me, just listen ta me."

"I'm listening Roddy" I huffed as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"How about you and me go out on a date, no one needs to know. Just you, me, perhaps a diner like yesterday, or a coffee shop?"

"Roddy, I fly back to Cardiff tomorrow, I haven't got time to have both a social life and a career involving another Scotsman, alright. I," I paused, "I'm still not over the last time I had my heart broken."

Rod dropped to his healthy knee, placing a hand on my cheek and looking me in the eyes, "I won't break you're heart, I promise, even if it takes a while for us to be near each other every single day. I won't give up on you. I swear on God above."

"Roddy, I … I guess it's worth a shot, I still have to fly back to-"

Rod cut me off by pressing his lips to mine, my eyes widened before I relaxed into the kiss, slipping one hand under his chin and the other around his back as he slipped his arms around my waist to lift me up to my feet, Rod having to lean up slightly as I leaned down into the kiss.

For the first time, in a long time, I felt at peace with the universe, the same feeling I had felt whilst visiting my aunt on the Isle of Skye.

Rod pulled away, breathing heavily, "I've wanted to do that ever since our first sparring session," He breathed a deep sigh, "Ever since I saw your face without that mask on," he took another breath, "It's funny what almost dying will do to you."

"Shut up, Roddy, just shut up." I pressed my forehead against his.

Then I woke up.

I woke up on the morning of January the eleventh, to silence, I looked at the clock, 5: 50, no signs of Roddy, I felt sick, like I had pushed my own boundaries too far. I rushed to get into the shower and clean myself of that dream, fantasy, whatever you want to call it.

I cleaned up the hotel room, got dressed and got to packing my things into my suitcase and duffel bag, before walking to the hotel lobby, leaving this hotel for hopefully the last time and heading to my truck. My dad had bought me a 1974 Dodge D200 when I was twenty.

A trustworthy vehicle and and a truck I could, albeit with a slight amount of discomfort. I packed the truck and planned on heading out to the next place, Queens, New York.

END OF BLOOD & ROSES or STRAWBERRY MILK.

#Lucifarians #wrestling fic

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