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ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader] [End]

Heya! Guess who's officially done with Yoru? That's right, this gal!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go binge watch Iso's trailer again as a rewar– I mean, to get a feel for his personality, if you catch my drift hehe

Catch you next week! And this time I won't be late!!

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff, some angst

TW: Detailed violence

Words: 6k

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +���·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

To say today had a good start would be a vast understatement.

You woke up feeling untouchable, as if even a bullet wouldn’t be able to take away the triumphant aura you exuded around everyone on your way to responsibly prepare for the mission.

You were smiling ear to ear in the training range; gunning down bots like a particularly happy paperboy delivering the newspapers. Neon definitely felt that something was off. But it wasn’t the fact that you weren’t an anxiety-ridden mess, no. What concerned her was how good your aim was, and especially how calm you were with how you wielded your weapon. It was contagious.

She stood next to you and crossed her arms, speaking loudly to counteract how deafening the shots were.

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“Someone’s happy today.”

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You shrugged and continued shooting.

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“It’s just a good day, you know? Clear weather, chill vibes and everything.”

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Neon raised an eyebrow. With the upcoming mission, she herself was prepared to reassure you on how things would go as smoothly as they did last time. But this? This attitude was as natural as catching sight of a flying pig.

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“Alright, lay it all out, A/N. You were gone all day yesterday.”

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She forced a blush out of you with just those words, and prompted you to stop shooting for a moment. There was no reason for you not to tell her. Well, except for one…

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“It’s not like you’d believe me.”

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“Don’t be like that, when have I ever doubted you?”

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She said with one hand on your shoulder, completely confident in her words. And you could make an entire list in response to that. A sigh escaped you before you finally managed to meet her gaze.

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“Fine. I may or may not have gone out with Yoru yesterday.”

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Neon paused for a moment. Then, she snickered, as if you told her you’d won the lottery.

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“Be honest. I’ll be impressed with whatever it really is.”

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“I’m not joking, Neon!”

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“No way, Yoru doesn’t go out with people two consecutive days in a row, I tried!”

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Sounds like something she’d do, alright. Just as you went to throw a snarky response at her, you jumped once she gasped in the most diva way possible and forcefully tilted your Bulldog upwards.

There, she saw it.

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“What is this?”

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Neon called out as if she spotted a bomb. In fact, she scared you, until you realised she was pointing at your prized gift from the day before. She tilted the gun to get a better angle and held the omamori in her hand to make sure it was what she thought it was.

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“There’s no way– is that from Yoru?!”

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You flushed and pulled it away, swiftly turning on the safety considering how stupid of a move this was.

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“I told you, dummy!”

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“I didn’t think– did he give that to you or did you sneak into a shrine? There’s no way you got that, right?”

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You allowed her to take your gun to inspect it. And with just a few touches, she confirmed that it was an omamori only he’d get.

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“I’m serious, he gave it to me!”

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“How?! I've known him for months and I can barely get a text back sometimes!”

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Which is why you couldn’t wait until the mission to finally not have something go wrong for once. Nevertheless, you innocently shrugged and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear in the most smug manner possible.

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“Oh, well, you know. I guess some of us are naturally irresistible.”

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“What-ever.”

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Neon crossed her arms and pouted for a moment. But then, she met your gaze with a devious glimmer in her eyes once a brand new idea popped up. Uh oh.

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“Sooo… did he cook you something this morning? Anything delicious for breakfast?”

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“I woke up late.”

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She clicked her tongue, before getting back to the main task at hand.

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“Okay fine. When he does, which he will, you wouldn’t mind, you know… sneaking some for your best friend, right?”

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You couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped you. Of course Neon would request something preposterous like this. Why wouldn’t she?

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“Ease up, Neon. Too early. We’re still just friends, remember?”

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“We’re almost a month in and you still don’t know how Yoru’s world works? If he feeds you, he’s basically proposing!”

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You definitely knew, but you weren’t about to admit that. She began shooting with your Bulldog as each of you spoke, almost as if to emphasise the fact you had an omamori tied to the gun.

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“That’s a reach.”

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“Why’s that? It’s not like you’d say no if he does.”

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“Pshh. As if you know that.”

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Neon tossed your Bulldog back to you, before grabbing your wrist and forcing you to get a good look at the roots. Only now did you notice how organised and easy-to-digest they were, as if they were sets upon sets of cables that unwrapped from each other. No wonder why it felt like your arm was easier to have.

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“This wasn’t here before!”

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Your eyes widened as you took the sight in. And for once, it looked organised.

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“Wait– when the hell did this happen?”

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“You didn’t notice this?!”

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You flushed and pulled away as Neon laughed. But since you were a simple tee, you couldn’t really cover up your arm.

Before she could somehow sneak in one more snarky remark about how unfocused you were, the door to the training range loudly slid open and caught both of your attention. Your eyes promptly darted to the entrance. The strong light from behind shone upon a silhouette that took you a moment to recognise.

But if the imposingly tall stature didn’t help with that, his voice surely did.

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“Excusez-moi, not to interrupt a pleasant conversation, but we have to leave.” <Excuse me,>

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Chamber called out, earning a sneer from Neon. One that you unfortunately didn’t see.

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“Leave? Wait, what time is it?”

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“One.”

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Your eyes widened. 

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“Crap. Okay, talk later Neon! Don’t forget to wait for me until I’m back!” 

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You quickly reloaded your Bulldog and rushed towards him. Neon excitedly waved as you moved through the doorway with the same grin on her face.

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“I’ll be waiting, break a leg out there!”

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She said, earning a nod before you disappeared down the hallways. With Yoru’s omamori in hand, you thought, you hoped it wouldn’t be your leg that would break.

You moved down the halls with Chamber by your side, inspecting your weapon one final time.

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“Man, time flew by so fast. It feels like I haven’t even trained. Also, am I late?”

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Chamber chuckled, his polite laughter echoing through the hall just as much as the clicks of his dress shoes did. You couldn't tell whether or not he was mad. But from the looks of things, he seemed... unamused.

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“Late enough for Brimstone to send me to get you. Was your phone off, by any chance?”

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Uh oh.Your face turned red. And immediately, you began fiddling with your bracelet. Crap, he mentioned your phone; did they send you a bunch of messages that you didn't see?!

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“Oh, sorry. I– I left my phone back in my room…” You awkwardly smiled, feeling a bit more embarrassed. “I’m making a terrible first impression on you, huh? Sorry about that…”

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“No need for an apology, A/N. I completely understand. It must be exciting, non? Your first mission with a team.”

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Chamber noted with a smile as he fixed his tie.

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“Ah, to be young, innocent, and on my first mission again.”

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You couldn't help but smile. His voice was calm. Just the stagnant tone of it could put you to sleep if he just spoke long enough. With everything else, there's no way he wasn’t one of the higher-ups, right?

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“So you’re Chamber, right? I heard you’re an expert. Does that mean they’ll bring you on the other side?”

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He shrugged and put both hands behind his back as he walked.

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“That is a contingency I cannot predict. Personally, I would hope otherwise.”

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“Why not? Fighting yourself sounds like fun. Speaking of, now I’m curious about how you are on the field.”

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“I admire your optimism. That being said, if I were you, A/N, I would stay far, far away from my double.”

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You paused to process what he said.

What did he mean by that? But just as you formed an answer to that question, Chamber stopped in his tracks, and only now did you notice that you had finally arrived at your destination. You stopped as well once you made your way through the doorway. It felt like the voices of your colleagues were drowned out during the conversation, for some reason.

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“Ah, here we are. Now, as I was saying, keep that attitude up, and I guarantee nothing less than an excellent performance from you.”

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He said with the same smile he had the entire conversation.

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“Best of luck to you.”

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And with that, Chamber took his leave and left you with your thoughts like nothing happened.

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“Thanks…”

You mumbled, before quickly looking around in order to distract yourself from what he just said. Luckily for you, however, you spotted Omen in the far right corner of the area, both his arms crossed as he listened to Sage ramble on about something.

Quickly, you made your way towards them.

❤ฺ·。

The place you've arrived at looked vastly different from the pictures you'd seen beforehand. But, to be fair, you looked at it for a picosecond before leaving for more, ahem, 'important' matters. Once the aircraft landed, you stepped out with the rest and prepared yourself for the sand that might enter your eyes, recalling which site you were supposed to be in.

But before any of you could actually move to where you needed to be, you immediately found Brimstone standing in front of all of you.

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"Alright, let's get one thing out of the way. How many of you read the brief?"

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You proudly lifted your hand.

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"I did!"

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"Me too."

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Yoru chimed in, and the both of you earned a nod before he turned to look at Omen and...

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"Phoenix, buddy, you're coming with me."

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The Englishman’s eyes widened.

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"Woah woah, why me? Why would you assume I haven't read it?"

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"Have you?"

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Brim asked with a raise of his brow, and Phoenix quickly let out an awkward chuckle whilst he scratched his head. Omen, unlike the two of you, minded his own business and proceeded to walk to his designated site.

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"Well, I didn't read read it, but I skimmed over it. Still counts, right?" 

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Brim walked off to A site right behind Omen, and Phoenix promptly followed behind.

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"That's still more progress than last time! Wait, Brim, just hear me out, fam! How come Raze never gets in trouble for it?"

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You giggled to yourself before moving to your site: B.

While you walked, you extended your arm and took in the sight all over again. Seeing the roots so organised felt like such a breath of fresh air. Not only that, but being able to feel it without it mimicking the sensation of being trapped in a deep maze of a forest.

A shade of deep blue caught your eye, and you lifted your chin to see Yoru standing next to the doorway with his Sheriff in hand. You hadn't noticed him walking off during the feud between Brim and Phoenix.

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"Testing out a new look?"

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You playfully rolled your eyes.

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"Mind you, this is your fault."

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"Tch. Then no wonder it looks good."

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There he was, the confident Yoru you knew and probably loved.

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"You're too confident for someone who got all red over a hug."

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Yoru chuckled. Just as you took another step forward, he spoke up once more.

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"You okay?"

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"Uh, yeah, of course I am. Why?"

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"Just asking..."

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This time, his tone was much more... you couldn't really put your finger on it. Despondent? You noticed his awkward stance. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes had this odd glimmer in them.

...

Oh.

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"Are you talking about the last mission?"

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"I didn't say anything."

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"I'm serious, Yoru. If I can't be ready now, then I'll never be."

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He shrugged and walked through the doorway to which you promptly followed from behind.

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"I know."

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His path was curt once he felt a tug at his sleeve, and he looked behind to see you gently holding his wrist.

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"Hey, dinner after?"

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Yoru stared at you for a few seconds and fought the blush that crept up on him. Then, he shook his head.

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"Save it for next week. I need to rejuvenate."

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"Rejuvenate?"

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"Introvert thing."

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A set of familiar beeping echoed from window. And it wasn't only a few seconds later until an explosion took its place, grabbing both of your attention. Definitely Raze. Even you knew that.

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"That's our queue. See you around."

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Before another word could be exchanged, Yoru tore the fabric open and disappeared into the ocean of blue he called a dimension. But you couldn't help but let your thoughts roam as you moved near the radianite crates stacked on top of each other.

Having been around Yoru enough to make him come out of his shell, you knew when he was uncomfortable or not. And he sounded like he held something back. Did you do something wrong? Was it the date earlier? Did you push things too far?!

You mumbled an 'ow' once you picked at your bracelet too hard, a ting of pain following the scratch. In order to distract yourself, the radio was muted and you hesitantly called out your situation.

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'Uh‎– Raze on B.'

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Enough anxiety, you had a mission to get to. Evident by the rapid footsteps that came from long. You immediately took position and held out your arm, lightly twisting each root until you found the right one to slow down their push. Since they were now untangled and you were calm, it was exceptionally easy to navigate the maze that used to be your arm. Not the scent, not the hand… You paused once you felt a peculiar one.

The bomb.

Just as you heard the footsteps switch from a sandy ground to a wooden one, a burst of sundew escaped your arm and immediately landed where they would have stepped if they didn't push themselves back.

The roots stuck themselves on the ground and prevented them from entering.

Perfect.

You held up your gun and diligently watched the angle in case they'd start to get bold.

'Any updates?'

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Brimstone asked over the radio. You were so focused that you'd completely tuned everything out, so you jumped once he spoke. Yoru unmuted.

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'They're not committing. Probably a distraction.'

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You were surprised at this. Despite the ruckus, he seemed confident in this assumption.

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'Good call. Then we're staying here. Think you can hold your own out there, kid?'

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'Yeah. We just need smokes.'

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The blast echoed on Yoru's side made you wince. Luckily for you, he muted and spared you the inevitable ringing in your ears. 

And it only took a few seconds before a purple mist emerged right where you were aiming, shielding you from the bullets that would promptly be fired. Combined with Yoru's call, you could now tell they were shooting at random.

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Some time had passed since that ‘attack’.

Despite what you thought was a hard push earlier, Yoru was ultimately right in the end and they'd aggressively pushed out on A, forcing Yoru to rotate. You, however, decided to go from behind. The distant gunfire took over your ears and unintentionally helped shield your footsteps as you moved. Then, it stopped and a heavy thud followed.

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"Yo, I got the spike!"

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Phoenix proudly called out over the radio. But before you could hear who responded to him, you immediately tuned it all out and focused in on the steps right around the corner. You were in bath, and there was clearly someone who wasn't paying attention to you. In the words of Neon, 'easy pick'. Or whatever she used to say.

Then, the sound of the teleporter went off and concealed you even further. Just as he took his final shot and stepped back to reload, you held out your arm and began twisting a specific set of roots to emit a strong scent. You knew you'd started to do something right once  he began to cough into his elbow. And with a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself to get your first kill.

You peeked and began shooting, refusing to let your finger off the trigger until the Bulldog ran out of bullets. And... you did it.

Gekko's dead.

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A huff escaped you once you took a step back, reloading with incredibly shaky hands. Your eyes were stuck on the omamori as you worked. You got your first kill.

The teleporter going off twice snapped you out of your trance, before the voice of Yoru took over your ear on the radio.

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"Who's in bath?"

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"It was me, I got the pick on Gekko."

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You said with a shaky yet excited voice. Now you started to understand why Neon spoke like that sometimes.

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"Finally got a kill? Nice one."

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You couldn't help but smile at this.

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"Chamber's stuck in hall with the spike. It's only us here. If we can draw him out, one of us can get an easy kill."

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You peeked to see the spike sitting right in front of the teleporter. And if you looked closely, you could see a golden glint reflected off of him. Probably the tattoos on his head. Yoru was backsite. With all of this in mind, a plan immediately popped up.

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"Stay there, I'll lure him out."

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"Got it."

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You stood near the doorway and already knew which root to aim for before you even lifted your arm. A shadow slowly emerged from above and blocked the glimmer. 

Then, the air stopped.

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Just as the building he was in buckled under its own weight, Chamber peeked, shot then disappeared into the teleporter with the spike. It took you a moment to look down on your hand and realise that there was a hole on your palm, blood slowly pooling around the wound and escaping.

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❤ฺ·。

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Everything felt like a blur at that point. Noises were drowned out, your mind drew blanks and your eyes were focused on only your hand.

Warmth slowly began to encircle your right shoulder. And like a virus, it began spreading in a line across the inside of your arm, red fluid continuously seeping out of the 'small' wound on your palm. It took what felt like a few minutes to comprehend the fact that he hit his shot almost perfectly. So perfectly, it went through your arm and tore your roots apart.

Then, you realised that the odd deafening noise around you had been reduced to a mere rumble. But once you looked up, the explanation was immediately provided. The exit was blocked by what seemed to be the building you ripped apart before he took his shot.

You couldn't move your right arm whatsoever.

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You felt a pull on your chin. And before you knew it, you were looking right at a familiar set of brown eyes.

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"Hey, hey, look at me, are you okay?"

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How did he get here... so fast?

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"Y‎– yeah, I'm good, I..."

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The centre of your right shoulder felt so heavy now, as if the bullet inside now began increasing in weight. You still haven't been able to comprehend the fact you were shot. Yoru, however, wasn't in a state of shock like you were.

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"We need to get you to Sage."

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"We have to run to B."

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You both said at the same time, and you earned a dirty look from him.

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"Yoru, It's fine. It doesn't hurt."

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"You're bleeding."

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"It's not important! Look, let's take care of the spike first, then we can get to my arm. The teleporter's just outside!"

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"We're not going‎–"

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"I'll be good, it's not like it hurts, anyway!"

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Before he could get another word in, you immediately moved through the entrance from behind and walked as fast as you could towards the teleporter. Yoru followed from behind despite his ability to disappear into the rift. You weren't lying when you said it didn't hurt. But that, unfortunately, was before the adrenaline had worn off. And you hadn't realised such a fact.

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Now that a moment had passed, with each step you took, it felt like you were exerting more and more energy just to get to your destination. You stopped just a few feet next to the would-be teleporter to catch your breath. What you hadn't noticed was that it was blocked by so much rubble, it was impossible to get through even if you wanted to.

You lifted a hand towards the wreckage and began sifting through the remains of roots you had to clear an entrance. But no matter how much you tried, you couldn't locate any points for what you needed. It was as if the roots Chamber sliced stripped you away of your powers completely.

Yoru held your chin and noticed the tinge of blue that painted your lips. That wasn't to mention how deathly pale you were, even more than you naturally were.

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"You're losing too much blood."

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You weakly shoved his hand away.

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"Don't do that..."

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Yoru rolled his eyes. And since you forgot who you were dealing with, you were to pay the price. He slipped a hand under your legs and one behind your back, exploiting your weakened state to easily lift you in his arms.

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"Get‎– let me go!"

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You tried to push him away whilst he moved back, to no avail. And just moving your good arm left you exhausted. Combined with the sudden aching that overtook your right one, it felt like you were stabbing yourself from the inside over and over.So you rested your head on his shoulder and let him take you... 

...

Where was he going again...?

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"You, you wouldn't let anyone do this to you..."

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"I wouldn't have used my abilities out in the open‎–"

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He snapped back, before he caught himself and cleared his throat.

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"I'm... sorry. You're right, I wouldn't."

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Yoru sighed. Then, completely unprompted, he let out a whispered cuss under his breath.

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"I should've taken the chance when I had it."

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"Huh...?"

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"Nevermind."

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You felt the hot afternoon sun shine upon you once Yoru moved through the doorway, before he stopped out of nowhere. You took it upon yourself to lift your heavy eyelids and look at what was in front of you.

The wreckage from A went through the teleporter, enough to block the entrance to the fight. And it was as if Yoru knew what ran through your mind just by the way your foot twitched.

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"We'll be fine."

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You heard a bullet whizz by each of you from behind. Luckily, Yoru dodged it and immediately moved towards the rubble, allowing the walls to conceal you. He set you on the sand and took out his weapon.

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"I'll be back. Try to hold out until then, A/N."

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You quickly grabbed his sleeve.

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"Wait‎– don't, don't leave me here, let me help!"

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"I can't let you get hurt twice."

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"But Sage can bring me back, I can still‎–"

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Yoru got on one knee and held your shoulders.

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"I'm not letting you get hurt. Don't make me repeat myself."

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You stared at him for a few seconds. Despite your blurry vision and all of the noise from the fight deafening you, you could see the look in his eyes. His irises swam with vulnerability.

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"You're not giving up, huh...?"

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He stared at you and let the tense silence be your answer. But just as he went to stand up once more, you pulled him back and pressed your lips against his forehead.

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"I'm so lucky to have you."

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Yoru, stunned, simply blushed and weakly smiled.

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"I... could say the same thing."

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He caressed your cheek with his thumb, before finally standing up and digging his hand through the rift.

You closed your eyes in order to gather all of the energy that you could. And judging by the constant ringing in your ear combined with the repetitive beeping, it sounded like the spike had been planted. You put your left hand on the nearby stack of crates, helping yourself up. The omamori on your Bulldog caught your eye, its green colour shining brilliantly against the dullness that surrounded you. It almost worked in pulling you out of your dizzy state.

Your eyes locked on the rubble whilst you caught your breath. There must be a way to get through this. But how? Your roots were sliced from within.

You held out your incredibly shaky arm towards the entrance and took a deep breath in an effort to calm down and outline exactly what remained. Scent couldn't be produced and you couldn't squash anything either. That left you with… You perked up once you noticed one single root that was still connected.

The bomb. The bomb was still there!

It wasn't much, but you had to get creative with it. You took a few steps back and leaned on the wall, aiming towards the rubble. Then, you shot.

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A burst of sundew immediately stuck to it like ducklings to their mother. You then rushed to grab it with both hands, and, despite the ever increasing pain, you pulled on it as hard as you could. The sundew refused to let go. In fact, it stuck to it even more, which pulled the rubble with it. And the more you struggled, the more it held on.

The next thing you knew, you were on the ground once you'd finally pulled out the massive brick the sundew was attached to. This set off a domino effect.

You grabbed the Bulldog and rushed behind cover as the wreckage began to tumble over. Sand upon sand covered the air and the noise from this move split your ears for what felt like minutes.

Then... silence. The dust had settled.

You weakly clutched your Bulldog and leaned on the wall whilst you walked to the now-clear entrance.

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The fight could be seen through the open window. And so could the spike, surrounded by fire and being defused by Phoenix. The rest were clearly holding off someone in garden alongside Yoru who was behind them. He was only halfway through, and there were only a few seconds before the bomb would go off, judging by the black aura and the unnatural impact it had on the area around it. Victory should be guaranteed...

But that was until you noticed Sova near the doorway who aimed his bow and arrow, ready to shoot a dart. One dart, stall them and that would give the bomb the time it needed to explode. They didn't see him. It seems like he didn't see you, either.

Before he let go, you took aim and immediately began shooting, the bullets rapidly digging through him. It took only one more for you to take his life.

The Englishman immediately met your gaze and said something with a wave of his hand, but his words fell on deaf ears since all you could hear was the pounding of your heart. You huffed and stood up, taking a few steps back to lean against a nearby wall. The Bulldog fell out of your grip, and the omamori's gentle green colour was defiled with the trail of blood that continuously seeped out of you.

Then, it all went dark.

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❤ฺ·。

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You awoke from your deep slumber with not only a raging headache, but with an arm so sore it felt like it was only one wrong more away from melting off of your shoulder. Almost completely driven by instinct, you immediately sat up and clutched your head, a gentle voice adjacent to you immediately reacting to such a move.

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"Oh, A/N, try not to move too fast–!"

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The pain set in just as Sage held your shoulders, and you mumbled an 'ow'. It felt like the blood inside your body was swirling and sloshing inside you as it got used to the sudden movement.

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"Ah, really...? I turned my back on you for one second..."

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"Sorry... First mission, and stuff."

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"Don't start with that, you did great! Two kills on your first mission is something to be proud about!"

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You ran your fingers through your hair and began gently rubbing your head, the ringing in your ear slowly dissipating. It took you a moment to comprehend what she said. But once she did, guilt quickly set in.

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"Thanks... Yo, I wasn't too bothersome to revive, was I?"

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"Revive? No, you didn't die, you didn't die at all! You've been out for two hours, you actually survived!" 

‎ 

You didn't believe her, despite the wide grin on her face. Probably trying to save you the embarrassment of dying on your first mission.

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"Totally..."

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"I'm not joking!" she smiled tenderly and clasped both hands together, "Ah, I– I know this sounds hard to believe, but you truly did."

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"Let me get this straight, you're saying Chamber tore all my roots and I survived?"

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"Not just your roots, A/N; he tore a few of your arteries as well and you still made it! It was miraculous!"

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She placed a finger on her chin once a new piece of information popped up.

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"Now that I think about it, theoretically, you should have passed out thirty seconds afterwards. Hypotension is no joke."

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You paused once you caught something from the corner of your eye. On a nearby counter right next to the sink was your trusty little Bulldog, the familiar omamori still tied to it. Unfortunately, it was soaked in blood. And you swore you could see that it was torn, as well.

Huh...

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"Really...? Maybe my luck's really turning over this time."

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"Possibly. On another note, if this happens again, I might have to put 'durable' in your files."

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She winked playfully.

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"Seriously? Wait, no, Brimstone might–"

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You heard two knocks before the door behind you swung open, revealing two very familiar silhouettes. Neon and Yoru solemnly stood near the doorway, a serious expression very unnatural for your Filipino friend to have.

But once she noticed that you were awake, her eyes glimmered with an abundance of joy.

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"A/N!"

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Uh oh.

Before you could prepare yourself, you were already pulled into a hug that put all the aching in your arm to shame. She hugged you even tighter (and knocked the air out of you for good measure) before finally pulling away.

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"A/N, you're alive!"

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"I'll... leave you three to talk. Erm, Neon?"

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"Huh?"

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"Brimstone?"

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"Wha– oh! Oh come on, she just woke up! Can't you tell him to give me a few minutes, at least?"

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Sage sheepishly smiled, both hands behind her back.

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"I'm sorry... This'll take just a few seconds, okay?"

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With a loud groan, Neon decided to follow the healer with an immense amount of reluctance. But you couldn't let her go without some reassurance.

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"I'll catch you later, Neon!"

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"I know you will!"

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The door slammed shut and they disappeared. You wanted to ask Yoru what that was all about; but you had a much better idea in mind.

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"I– I wanted to–"

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Just as Yoru looked back, he found himself pulled into another embrace. This one, however, didn't cause him immense pain.

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"Missed you."

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You mumbled. And to say Yoru was speechless would be a vast understatement. His mind drew blanks at such a sudden move, despite it not being the first time. And all he could really do in response was put one hand on your back.

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"You... Um, you had me worried back there, you know?"

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The words mindlessly escaped his mouth, but he didn't really do much to stop it.

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"Really?"

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"Yeah..."

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He quickly cleared his throat before he continued.

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"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm impressed you got Sova. I don't know how you got through the rubble."

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You pulled away with an unamused expression.

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"I– I thought you died back there."

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"You need to expect more from me, dummy."

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He blushed and rolled his eyes.

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"I said don't take this the wrong way, 'dummy'."

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You glanced at the omamori on the counter behind him, but promptly looked back so that he wouldn't catch on.

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"So, uh, speaking of dying... Where do you get omamoris again? Shrines?"

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"Yeah."

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"Are you going there any time soon?"

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You tried to be discreet about it, but somehow, he still caught on and looked back to see what your eyes kept darting to. And he saw your weapon, the omamori you spoke of gently resting on top of it.

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"Huh, it's torn?"

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"Yeah."

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A meek smile forced itself on your lips as he walked towards the Bulldog and picked it up. Damp with your own coagulated blood, and torn open just as you thought.

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"Sorry about that."

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"What do you mean? It's a good thing."

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Despite scrutinising it, Yoru didn't sound as bothered as you did. In fact, he sounded pleased.

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"This means it did its job."

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You perked up at this, but you caught yourself before you did anything impulsive.

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"So... remember when you mentioned dinner?"

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"Totally. You said no."

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Yoru nervously cleared his throat.

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"Yeah, I, um, I remember. And I don't want to miss my chance this time."

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"Miss your chance?"

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"I don't like it when people get all up in my business. But you know what?" He pulled you close by the waist. "Maybe it's not so bad when you do it."

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You snickered.

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"You're just saying that because I almost died."

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A mischievous smile painted his previously callous features. No matter how much he tried, flirting just wasn't Yoru's thing. That much you could tell. But teasing definitely was.

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"Fine, guess I'll ask Sage to join me for the date I had in mind."

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The word 'date' immediately snatched your attention.

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"Wait. Okay, fine, let's hear it. What's the idea?"

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"Hanami's coming up and... I haven't celebrated with another person in a while. Wanna join me?"

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Hanami? That's right, it was the first of May; the trees must've bloomed already, and the celebration must've started. You beamed at this and completely disregarded your sore arm.

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"Is it just the two of us?"

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"Tch, yeah. I have a good spot booked and everything. There's this one old lady that sells the best dango, I'm thinking of going to her again this year. If, um, again, you don't have to, but–"

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You gently elbowed him with your good arm. Even then, he could barely feel the pain you intended him to feel.

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"Don't say that, yes I am. We're going. Where's the spot?"

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"Don't you need a minute to rest?"

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You proudly gestured to yourself.

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"I'm well rested. Don't I look like it?"

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Yoru stared at you for a few seconds.

You looked dishevelled. It was natural for someone who danced with death mere hours ago, but the confidence you radiated made it look like it was just the wind after a pleasant jog up a hill. He couldn't help but agree, and that was made obvious from the slight shimmer in his usually narrow eyes.

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"If you say so."

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You moved towards him.

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"So, where's the spot?"

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"Kitanomaru park–"

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The words were lodged in his throat once you took his hand in yours, pulling him out of the patient room and into the hallways. If you keep walking down this hallway, you'll eventually pass by someone who'll see you both like this. But he worked to convince himself that he didn't really mind...

You met his gaze with a warm smile, before pulling him close to you.

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"That sounds amazing."

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Just the thought of spending the day with Yoru on that river sounded like some kind of paradise only few would achieve. Fortunately, you were one of the 'few', and you were about to enjoy it as much as possible.

You knew what that day would entail, and you were ready for it.

[brokehorrorfan]

Scream Factory has revealed the specs for its Tales from the Darkside: The Movie 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray. Based on the TV series of the same name, the 1990 horror anthology will be released on November 28.

John Harrison (Dune) directs from a script by George A. Romero (Night of the Living Dead) and Michael McDowell (Beetlejuice), including adaptations of Stephen King and Arthur Conan Doyle. Debbie Harry, Christian Slater, David Johansen, William Hickey, James Remar, Rae Dawn Chong, and Matthew Lawrence star.

Tales from the Darkside: The Movie has been newly scanned in 4K from the original camera negative. It's presented with Dolby Vision as well as DTS-HD Master Audio 5.1 and 2.0 audio. Special features are listed below.

Disc 1 - 4K UHD:

Audio commentary by director John Harrison and co-writer George A. Romero

Audio commentary by co-producer David R. Kappes

Audio commentary by film critics Emily Higgins and Billy Dunham (new)

Disc 2 - Blu-ray:

Audio commentary by director John Harrison and co-writer George A. Romero

Audio commentary by co-producer David R. Kappes

Audio commentary by film critics Emily Higgins and Billy Dunham (new)

Tales Behind the Darkside – Feature-length documentary with director John Harrison, actors James Remar and Rae Dawn Chong, producer Mitchell Galin, director of photography Robert Draper, production designer Ruth Ammon, special effects artists Robert Kurtzman, Greg Nicotero, and Howard Berger, creature performer Michael Deak, and editor Harry B. Miller

Behind-the-scenes footage 

Theatrical trailer

TV spots

Radio spots

Behind-the-scenes gallery

Stills gallery

To keep from being eaten by a modern-day witch (Deborah Harry), a young paperboy weaves three twisted stories to distract her. In “Lot 249,” a vengeful college student (Steve Buscemi) resuscitates an evil mummy to teach unsuspecting student bodies (Julianne Moore, Christian Slater) a lesson in terror. Then, “Cat From Hell” is a furry black feline who cannot be killed… he may have nine lives, but those who cross his path are not so lucky. Finally, in “Lover’s Vow,” a stone gargoyle comes to life to commit murder.

Pre-order Tales from the Darkside: The Movie.

[linesonscreens]

Let's Read Peanuts (Yes, all of it) - February 1953

There are lots of great strips I just don't have room to comment on. I strongly encourage everybody to read the full month at the official GoComics page. Today's month starts HERE.

Feb 5, 1953

Today: “Last night on the internet I read an AI-generated Sonic The Hedgehog erotic fanfic with ten million views”

Feb 6, 1953

I know that those are supposed to be weird thought balloons but it looks like Snoopy just talks now.

Feb 11, 1953

Bah, what's this nonsense? Schroeder never complained!

Feb 14, 1953

First Valentine comic? Maybe?? I really should have made a list of things to look out for when I started. -_-'

Feb 17, 1953

OK, so apparently “Ivanhoe” was a novel written in 1819 by Walter Scott. It's been adapted several times in various formats including an early 1940's comic book and a 1952 live action film.

Film trailer here.

I'd link to the comic but ~for some reason~ nobody bothered to scan and upload a 80+ year old comic nobody's ever hear of onto the internet. Rude!

Feb 21, 1953

Paperboy comics continue to be good.

Feb 27, 1953

Time is a flat circle.

Thoughts:

Apparently the only way to read that Ivanhoe comic (that I've been able to find) is to buy a physical copy off of eBay somewhere and consume it the old-fashioned way. Which is kind of a shame, right? I mean, would it have been especially good or noteworthy? Probably not, but reading a few issues would have been a fun way to get a peek into Schulz's mind and get a feel for the comics he was influenced by.

This kind of thing actually bothers me quite a bit and it's a topic that's been on my mind a lot lately. Think about it like this. Ctrl+Alt+Del is not a particularly good webcomic, but think about how many loss.jpg references have been made in various forms of media over the last couple decades that would simply stop making sense if the original comic were to become inaccessible.

All media is connected. Artists are constantly drawing inspiration from and commenting on works that came before and understanding these influences is a key part of decoding any given work. This is true not only for popular media that everybody agrees is good but also for the absolute garbage that may have been your favorite creator's guilty pleasure. It ALL matters, and it should ALL be available for anybody who's interested. Which is why it makes me irrationally angry when I'm reminded that access to older media can be such a huge crapshoot.

Anyways, I guess my call to action is to... upload more old comics? Sure let's go with that. Maybe support some of the groups archiving old stuff while you're at it. Art is cool, and we should be doing more to let people actually see it.

[perezhilton]

If you haven’t seen this yet - you must!

[patriciasaigerlimbacher]

The Paperboy Official Trailer #1 (2012) Zac Efron Movie HD

[cryptonews256]

Zac Efron & Nicole Kidman Kiss In 1st Look At ‘A Family Affair’ – Hollywood Life

Zac Efron, 35, and Nicole Kidman, 55, engage in major PDA in the first look at their upcoming Netflix romantic comedy A Family Affair. Netflix unveiled the “2023 Films Preview” trailer on January 18 and it includes a glimpse at the two A-list stars — who previously worked together on 2012’s The Paperboy — enjoying a steamy make-out session against the wall. More AboutZac Efron Zac shows off his…

[girlbob-boypants]

YouTube recommended informing me that there's new Dead Space before any of my friends who actually enjoy horror find out is so funny

[tellusepisode]

Black Dynamite (2009)

Action, Comedy |

Black Dynamite is a American blaxploitation action comedy film starring Michael Jai White, Tommy Davidson, and Salli Richardson. The film was directed by Scott Sanders and co-written by White, Sanders, and Byron Minns, who also co-stars.

The plot centers on former CIA agent Black Dynamite, who must avenge his brother’s death while cleaning the streets of a new drug that is ravaging the community. The film is a parody of and homage to the blaxploitation genre and its era. It had a trailer and funding even before a script was written. Black Dynamite was shot in 20 days in Super 16 format.

In the early 1970s, Black Dynamite, a Vietnam War veteran and former CIA officer, vows to clean up the streets of drug dealers and gangsters after his younger brother Jimmy is killed by a shady organization. O’Leary, Black Dynamite’s former army and CIA partner, reinstates him into the agency because they do not want him seeking vengeance by himself. While trying to get to the bottom of Jimmy’s murder, he finds out that his brother was actually working undercover for the CIA. Black Dynamite also discovers the shady organization is filling the black orphanages with heroin. He declares war on local drug dealers and successfully cleans up the streets, earning him the affection of Gloria, a Black Power activist who works at the local orphanage.

After discovering the government’s involvement in the drug ring, Black Dynamite steals the ledger belonging to corrupt Congressman James which details illegal shipments to a warehouse. Black Dynamite and his team storm the warehouse to capture a big shipment.

Director: Scott Sanders

Writers: Michael Jai White, Byron Minns, Scott Sanders

Stars: Michael Jai White, Arsenio Hall, Tommy Davidson, Byron Minns, Kym Whitley, Cedric Yarbrough, Brian McKnight

►Cast:

Phyllis Applegate…Aunt BillyObba Babatundé…Osiris (as Obba Babatunde)William Bassett…Captain YancyTroy Lindsey Brown…Kid #1Fredella Calloway…WaitressCheryl Carter…Black Dynamite’s MotherJuka Ceesay…Valet Girl (as Juka Cesay)Kevin Chapman…O’LearyTommy Davidson…Cream CornLucky Davis…PaperboyNicholas Earley…Neighborhood KidRichard Edson…DinoJason Jack Edwards…Soul BrotherJon Kent Ethridge…12 year old Black DynamiteMary Evans…Woman at tableCory Gluck…16 year old JimmyDionne Gipson…AfroditeyArsenio Hall…Tasty FreezePaul Hayes…DoctorDarrel Heath…Militant 2Erika Vution…Black Chick (as Ashli R. Jackson)Justine Joli…White Woman SwimmingIzetta Karp…GrannyIrwin Keyes…HenchmanJohn Kerry…ChiefCharmane Star…Asian Chick (as Sheryn Lascano)Daniel Leavitt…Teasing Boy #1Buddy Lewis…GunsmokeNeil Lewis…18 year old Black DynamiteBuddy Love…Drug Dealing PimpBrian McKnight…Sweet MeatJames McManus…Richard NixonByron Minns…BullhornPhil Morris…SaheedJessica Moreno…Dumb Broad #1Stacy Adams…Nurse (as Joy Mulligan)Tumani Nicole…BrikwillaMiguel A. Núñez Jr.…Mo Bitches (as Miguel Nunez)Victor Orlando…Club M.C.Nicole Ari Parker…Mahogany BlackDamion Poitier…Thug #2 (as Damian Poitier)Candace Rice…ShawandaSalli Richardson-Whitfield…GloriaJohn Salley…KotexAkhir Shabazz Regains…FreddieTucker Smallwood…Congressman Monroe JamesEdwina Snowden…Black Chick #2Brittney Sorensen…White ChickChris Spencer…Militant 1Mike Starr…RafelliLarnell Stovall…Thug #1Nicole Sullivan…Patricia NixonNakia Secrest…Euphoria (as Nakia Syvonne)Ben Tan…Kid #2Paul Taylor…Pretty TerryAl Vicente…CapoBaron Vaughn…JimmyJimmy Walker Jr.…Roscoe (as Jimmy Walker Jr)Michael Jai White…Black DynamiteKym Whitley…Honey BeeLee Whittaker…Donut ManBilly ‘Sly’ Williams…Willy SlyMykelti Williamson…Chicago WindBokeem Woodbine…Black Hand JackCedric Yarbrough…Chocolate Giddy-UpAndre Younge…ReggieRoger Yuan…Fiendish Dr. WuPete Antico…Abraham LincolnSorana Black…Disguised Waitress #1Sean Christopher…NipsyAndray Johnson…Karate InstructorLauren Mary Kim…HoeJesse Lewis IV…Militant #3Alexis McCombs…HookerK.J. Middlebrooks…Pimp in barbershopKevin Murry…Nipsy’s neighborLoren Oden…Leon St. JamesGaren Petrossian…Goon 3John Rhymes…Suga PimpCharlotte Stokely…White Chick #2Poco Zocko…Goon

Sources: imdb & wikipedia

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[make-it-mavis]

A Different Road

Wreck it Ralph fic "Roadblasters Never Happened" AU 1834 words Characters: Turbo, Make-it Mavis, the Turbo Twins Content warnings: Brief suggestive flirting, Off-screen intimacy  Premise: What if Turbo never invaded Roadblasters? What if he never took over Sugar Rush? What if his game lived to see just as many years as Fix-it Felix Jr.? Following this road, plugged in for 31 years, Turbo spends a peaceful night in Turbo Time, enjoying life.

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Turbo Time was a formidable game. Despite its simple gameplay and primitive graphics, it outlived many other younger, more attractive games. It was there when the arcade opened, and it had a fair chance of being there until it closed. It was Litwak's old favorite after all, and nostalgia is a powerful thing.

This is not to say the game had been without its threats. Over time, it lost its place as the most popular game in the arcade, and that transition was hard for its tenants. The hit to their pride nearly came to disaster, especially when it came to the game's leader. But, luckily for all, he came to his senses. He knew competitors would come, but no one could claim their title of original champions. And something else became clear to him after that ordeal -- if his game would be threatened, he would have to be the one to keep it functioning, to keep it safe. To give Litwak no reason at all to consider pulling its plug. That was how he could do better.

And, through much stumbling, learning, and growth, he succeeded. Turbo Time became one of the oldest games in the arcade, one of the few surviving originals, alongside Fix-it Felix Junior. From 1982, to 2013, it persisted, and surely would for years to come. Thanks to, in no small part, that demon of a man protecting it.

This demon found himself in down time, contentedly working in the garage of the house Fix-it Felix had generously built for him. It was a fair step-up from the dingy trailer, but for sentiment's sake, that trailer had been built right into the wall, the door to it sitting across the garage behind him. Old 80′s glam metal played over his sound system at a volume bordering on rude as he worked at his table, drawing up precise blueprints for a new project. He had stopped keeping track of time, but his eyes were admittedly getting dry. It would be time for bed soon, no doubt, but he was so in the zone, and reluctant to step out of it.

He had been humming along to the music, even murmuring the lyrics under his breath, but he stopped when he heard the door to the house creak open.

Standing there, wrapped in a suitably garish silk robe mottled with aimless rainbow blotches, was the one and only Make-it Mavis.

The one he had the pleasure of calling his fiancee.

Her lovely blue eyes squinting just a bit with sleepiness, she smiled at him. "Hey there."

Turbo returned the smile, and reached to the volume knob to dampen the blaring metal. "Hey, you," he greeted her warmly.

Mavis let the door swing shut as she wandered over to him, rubbing her eyes. He eyed her as she circled behind him, and delighted in the feeling of her arms wrapping around his belly. Nestled up against his back, she rested her chin on his shoulder and observed the blueprints in progress.

"What'cha workin' on?" she asked.

Idly going over some existing lines with his pencil, he told her, "Another commission. Gameless sprite just moved into Paperboy and is overwhelmed at the size of the house. Wants an automatic vacuum to do the work for him."

"Mm," Mavis hummed. "Robotic maid. That's a new one."

Turbo huffed a laugh through his nose. "A maid that exclusively vacuums."

Her voice led by giggles, she said, "He must really hate vacuuming."

"Hey, if it's enough to give me credits, who am I to judge?"

"Wise words," she agreed with a chuckle. "How much longer d'you think you'll be up?"

Turbo pondered, not missing her plain request for company. Still, he played with her a bit. "Hmm. I don't know, probably not that much longer. Couple things I wanna wrap up while they're still fresh in my head."

"Mmm," Mavis groaned a bit in playful protest, smushing her mouth down against his shoulder, muffling her voice. "Alright, Grease Monkey. Don't keep me waiting, or I'll have to bite ya."

"Ooh," he whistled, "don't tempt me, Make-it."

"Tch," she chuffed, before leaving a small kiss on the side of his neck and meandering back towards the door.

Turbo meant to look back at his work, but his gaze was drawn to her like a magnet. That robe teased the shape of her in such a delicate way, dancing along with the sway of her walk. His work suddenly seemed completely unimportant, overshadowed by the need to unwrap the gift that was her curves.

Eyes drawn low, he called to her, flirting shamelessly, "Wait, wait, wait. Just where do you think you're going with an ass like that?"

Mavis sputtered with laughter, and paused as she opened the door, shooting him a daring look. "Somewhere out of reach," she teased. "So you'd better come stop me."

He needed no more convincing than that. After killing the music, he crossed straight to the door, turned the garage lights out, and kissed her with enough force to lead them both into the house proper. In tune with her wonderful, soft laughter, he clutched onto the best bits of her. Feeling her shape beneath the smooth, slippery silk was nearly too much to bear.

When they both had decided enough was enough, Mavis took his hand and led him upstairs.

After happily tending to his fiancee, Turbo figured that the kind thing to do would be to take a shower. Mavis did claim to like the smell of his garage and sweat, but he could only suffocate her so much without feeling straight-up cruel. 

Having a private shower really was a luxury he did not know he was missing. It was definitely a blessing to not encounter his brothers naked all the time. It still happened now and then, but that could not be helped. Once he was all clean, he thoroughly towel-dried his hair, brushed his golden teeth, and washed his face. Patting his cheeks dry, he observed himself in the mirror, and as usual, thought he looked great. But even more so this time -- his ashy complexion looked smooth and even, his eyes seemed a little less sunken, and although he would not age physically, he seemed more youthful and bright, somehow. He looked healthy.

He looked happy. And he was -- with his jobs, with his relationships, and even with himself, deep down, where it really mattered.

When he left the bathroom, towel around his waist, he saw Mavis lightly sleeping, her hair endearingly tossed around from love-making. He smiled at her, eager to crawl in, but they would never sleep with the Turbo Time sun pouring through the window, even deep into the night. He crossed over to it, and grabbed the blackout curtains, but movement below caught his eye for a moment. Out on the grass that was as green as the game had ever known, Nitro and Pyro were goofing off together. Recognizing his twin brothers separately in a way only family could, he saw Nitro holding a controller with an antenna, and Pyro chasing around a remote-controlled plane, trying to jump and catch it. It must have been a commission of their own, and they were taking the chance to play with it themselves before having to hand it over to the paying sprite.

Dorks.

Turbo pulled the curtains closed, and the room was laid into a far more appropriate darkness that still glowed warmly enough for him to see. He wandered back to the bed, stepping on the discarded robe on the floor before similarly ditching the towel. He climbed into bed and settled down into it, the smooth, clean sheets feeling fantastic on his skin, and rolled on his side to face Mavis.

Devs, she was so serene. He felt lucky for getting to see her like that, when she was otherwise a snarky firecracker to everyone else. She had earned the nickname 'Cherry Bomb', after all. But while she slept, all the attitude and theatrics were turned off for a while, and an all-too-ignored fact about her was left glowing humbly: She was such a beautiful girl.

Unable to resist, Turbo moved to carefully brush some of her hair out of her face so he could see it more clearly, but found himself looking into barely cracked open blue eyes a moment later. He could not bring himself to be guilty for waking her. She moaned a little bit, but still smiled.

"Hey, tiger," he whispered.

Mavis took in a generous inhale through her nose and adjusted her position, looking even more cozy. "Hey Bright Eyes," she whispered dreamily.

"Guess what."

"Hm?"

He smirked. "I'm kinda fond of ya."

Mavis took a long blink, her body hopping a bit with three distinct chuckles. Opening her eyes again, she sighed, "Yeah, well. I guess you're pretty cool, too."

Eyelids growing quite heavy as his head lay on the plush pillow, Turbo could barely manage an adequate fake gasp. He took it in through his nose, and mumbled to her, "No way. Freakin' score."

Mavis grinned and laughed through her teeth, stroking her hand over his arm. "You’re a dweeb," she muttered. "And I love you."

"Oh, you'd better, or I'll be takin' that ring back," he said, taking her hand and running his thumb over the band. 

"Watch it. I’ll fight you in Mortal Kombat for it," she warned him with a smile.

"Ch'yeah, okay. Don't rip my head off just yet," he chuckled softly, and squeezed her hand. "Love you, too, chucklenuts."

She leaned over to kiss him, and he felt a warmth glowing inside him that the blankets could not hope to match. They lingered in the kiss together a bit longer than intended, but the feeling was all too addictive.

Once Mavis withdrew again, they exchanged their goodnights, and Mavis rolled over to face away from him. Turbo pulled the blankets up over them, and scooting up behind her, he draped an arm over her and pressed his body up against her gently. The feeling of her skin against his was so impossibly comforting. She was just so warm, so soft. He slowly stroked his hand over her belly, and she hummed appreciatively just loud enough to hear. Lost in the smell of her hair, he closed his eyes and began his steady descent into sleep.

Along the way, he thought about how good he had it. A great game, two fun jobs, a comfortable home, and a gorgeous fiancee. When his game was young, he would never have believed he could be so excited about marrying somebody, much less marrying the biggest pain in the neck ever. He would never have believed he could feel so right, that he could feel so at home with his place in the universe. He would never have believed he could feel so whole.

But he did. He was. He made it. He fell asleep, unburdened by the existential horrors that once haunted his dreams.

All was well.  

[ajepyx]

PAPERBOY Video Game Fan Trailer #Paperboy #Atari #FanTrailer #VideoGame #Classic #Arcade Just for fun, I present to you the first of many fan trailers I produced based on the classic 80s arcade game PAPERBOY.

[thatisymagazine-blog]

PaperBoy Gets Prabhas Support!

#PaperBoy #Paperboy #Prabhas #Saaho #SantoshShoban PaperBoy Gets Prabhas Support!

Director Sampath Nandi’s first productional venture “Paperboy” making big with the support from industry biggies. Star hero Prabhas watched the trailer along with movie team and appreciated them for their efforts.

Paperboy Trailer

Reports said Prabas lauded the film unit for making a good film in that budget. Let’s see what Paperboy holding in it on the coming weekend.

What else boost…

[staylovehearts]

Well I'll be here whenever you post it. And oof I'm excited for the Hyunjin one. (I think I'm more on the paperboy side) you could do a poll for which story or like heads or tails poll and people pick one without knowing which story is heads or tails??? Idk whatever you want💖

It’s now midnight in my timezone and I’m not even halfway done so I guess it’ll be tomorrow (though I’ll continue for a bit more now, lol). But if you want a small spoiler: I’m totally basing it around a couple of scenes from the Far From Home trailer :D

I’m kinda also leaning more towards paper boy atm (mainly because I just feel like Hyunjin totally has the looks for that retro vibe vintage style paper boy aesthetic). But maybe I’ll actually try making a poll for that one once I really start working on it lol. I never tried using polls before because I’m not sure if I already have enough of a following on here for people to really engage with that kinda stuff? But I guess a trial run could actually be useful. Hmmm

[brokehorrorfan]

Scream Factory has revealed the extras for its Tales from the Darkside: The Movie Collector’s Edition Blu-ray. Originally due out on June 30, it will now be released on August 25.

Based on the television series of the same name, the 1990 horror anthology is directed by John Harrison (Dune). Debbie Harry, Christian Slater, David Johansen, William Hickey, James Remar, Rae Dawn Chong, and Matthew Lawrence star.

It features three segments and a wraparound written by George A. Romero (Night of the Living Dead) and Michael McDowell (Beetlejuice), including adaptations of Stephen King and Arthur Conan Doyle.

Laz Marquez created the new cover artwork; the original poster art will be on the reverse side. Special features can be found below.

Special features:

Audio commentary by co-producer David R. Kappes (new)

Audio commentary by director John Harrison and co-writer George A. Romero

Tales Behind the Darkside: The Making of Four Ghoulish Fables – 6-part, feature-length documentary with director John Harrison, actors James Remar and Rae Dawn Chong, producer Mitchell Galin, director of photography Robert Draper, production designer Ruth Ammon, special effects artists Robert Kurtzman, Greg Nicotero, and Howard Berger, creature performer Michael Deak, and editor Harry B. Miller (new)

Behind-the-scenes footage compilation 

Theatrical trailer

TV spots

Radio spots

Behind-the-scenes gallery

Stills gallery

To keep from being eaten by a modern-day witch (Deborah Harry), a young paperboy weaves three twisted stories to distract her. In "Lot 249," a vengeful college student (Steve Buscemi) resuscitates an evil mummy to teach unsuspecting student bodies (Julianne Moore, Christian Slater) a lesson in terror. Then, "Cat From Hell" is a furry black feline who cannot be killed... he may have nine lives, but those who cross his path are not so lucky. Finally, in "Lover's Vow," a stone gargoyle comes to life to commit murder.

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NY Post: ‘Selma’ star David Oyelowo brings a song-less ‘Les Mis’ to TV

Twelve years ago, a vaguely known British actor with an unusual surname decided — like thousands of hopefuls before him — to take a gamble on moving to Hollywood.

Except that David Oyelowo, fresh from a three-year stint as intelligence officer Danny Hunter on the BBC drama “Spooks” (re-titled “MI-5” in the US), couldn’t just chuck a few things in a bag and find the nearest motel on the Sunset Strip. The actor was a married man, with two kids in tow and another on the way; this would have to be a family decision.

“We literally said, ‘Let’s sell up and give this a go,’” Oyelowo recalls. “We deliberately decided we didn’t want to have a safety net. ‘Go big or go home,’ we said. And we so nearly went home. I didn’t work for 14 months.”

It’s hard to imagine Oyelowo — who would go on to perfectly embody Martin Luther King Jr. in “Selma,” star alongside Tom Cruise in “Jack Reacher,” work with Christopher Nolan in “Interstellar” and steal scenes in Lee Daniels’ “The Butler” and “The Paperboy” — struggling for a single moment. But, he tells Alexa, the struggle was real.

“We knew there may be tough times, but we didn’t know they were going to be as tough as they were,” he admits. “To make ends meet, I taught drama at [the University of Southern California] for a little bit, and that Trader Joe’s application was burning a hole in my pocket. Oh yeah, it was tough.”

Today, Oyelowo, his actor/producer wife Jessica and their four children (Asher, 17, who’s a runway model for Dolce & Gabbana; Caleb, 14, who’s keen to follow in dad’s footsteps; Penuel, 11; and Zoe, 7) are all living the California dream. Well, except for the weather part.

The actor is currently draped in a bathrobe and rolled in a blanket, shivering on an unseasonably cold beach in Playa del Rey for our Alexa cover shoot.

After it wraps, we head into his trailer, which is as warm as his personality. Oyelowo may be a serious actor, but he also laughs easily. His clipped and precise British accent, he says, is a consequence of studying drama at the prestigious London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art. (“They knock all the London out of you,” he jokes.)

Although he’s gone on to become a huge Hollywood success by anyone’s standards — as an increasingly powerful actor, writer and soon-to-be director — those fallow 14 months left their mark.

“I don’t know — as an actor — if you ever really feel like a Trader Joe’s application is far from reach,” he says. “And that’s why I have a production company. I’m not very good at waiting by the phone for the agent to ring.”

He says he learned a great deal about the production process during the seven years it took from the “Selma” script landing on his doorstep in 2007 to the film actually being released in 2014. Oyelowo watched five directors come and go over that period, and ultimately helped to secure acclaimed director Ava DuVernay for the job.

These days, Oyelowo is doing as much of his own producing and writing as he is acting, co-founding the production company Yoruba Saxon with Jessica.

In April, his six-part TV miniseries adaptation of Victor Hugo’s classic “Les Misérables” will air on PBS. Oyelowo executive produced the project and stars as Javert, alongside recent Oscar-winner Olivia Colman as Madame Thénardier and Dominic West as Valjean. And, perhaps as a surprise to Les Mis’ Broadway fans, not a single person will burst into song for the entire six-hour production.

“With six hours of television, we can offer so much more nuance and complexity and dimension than the musical could ever give you,” he says. “Plus, I just felt it really spoke to the time we’re in: the erosion of the middle class, revolution in the streets. Living here in America, I don’t think we’ve seen this many protests and marches since the civil rights movement.”

Oyelowo will also soon start work on his directorial debut, the drama “The Water Man,” which is being produced by Yoruba Saxon and ShivHans Pictures along with Oprah Winfrey’s Harpo Films. “I’m very nervous. It’s no joke directing a movie,” he says.

That project comes on the heels of his starring role in the psychological thriller “Relive” (from horror stalwart Blumhouse Productions), which debuted in January at the Sundance Film Festival. Oyelowo describes it as “a love story between an uncle and his niece.”

“His niece gets murdered and somehow time splits, and he realizes that she is in the past and he is two weeks in the future, and he has to save her,” he explains. “It’s really just about trying to reach someone you love and take them from any harm which — as a father — is something I live with every day.”

The actor pauses to take out his phone and proudly show off a picture of his oldest boys, Asher and Caleb. Oyelowo is in the picture, too, but you can barely see him behind their towering frames. He’s an extremely proud family man.

“My mother passed away a couple of years ago, and my father came to live with us,” he says. “He gets to hang out with his grandchildren, and be looked after by me — which I think of as a huge privilege.”

His father, Stephen — a prince from Nigeria (“which sounds more impressive than it is,” Oyelowo explains modestly) — has completely adapted to LA life.

“For some reason, he’s obsessed with leaf blowing and he goes to the movies about twice a week, which he never used to do,” Oyelowo says. The family, along with their three dogs, has set up home in Tarzana, an LA suburb about 20 miles from archetypal celeb enclaves like Beverly Hills or Malibu.

“I like that it’s a bit further out, not in the middle of the crazy,” he explains. “I mean, my wife and I just kept having children, and it’s a good place to have a lot of space.

Jessica just doesn’t like cities, and where we live, people walk down the street with their horses.”

Oyelowo may have separated himself from the center of celebrity culture physically, but he’s as entwined as any A-list power player. Not that he’s entirely used to his current social circle.

“Oh, I definitely pinch myself,” he laughs. “This is going to sound so conceited to your readers, but I’m going to say it anyway. I was in my bathroom yesterday, and I was on the phone to Oprah Winfrey while Mel Gibson was texting me. I got off the phone, and I went, ‘Who are you? What is this life?’ Oprah had said to me, ‘Look at God, look at us, aren’t we blessed?’ And I went, ‘Yes. Yes we are.’”

https://nypost.com/2019/03/20/selma-star-david-oyelowo-brings-a-song-less-les-mis-to-tv/

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what are your thoughts on donald glover (specifically tia and lando)?

hey anon!

so i wasn’t really one of those 90s kids who grew up listening to childish gambino, or watching community. i wasn’t a big fan of the music and community annoyed me so i didn’t really take notice of donald glover that much except for his weird comments about rape (?) i remember friends quoting them to me n stuff in my senior year and being all shocked (but again i wasn’t a fan so didn’t really pay attention)

fast forward to last year i caught an episode of atlanta and i liked it a lot and still do tho i’m very aware of glover’s sexism and homophobia and unfortunately it shows in some parts of atlanta i honestly don’t like glover’s character a lot i really love watching the antics of darius and paperboy more than anything 

tia frustrated me a bit tbh because it seemed like a cheap shock jock thing?? like the imagery wasn’t That Deep but people were really out here comparing it to lemonade as if Beyonce would cheapen her art by exploiting violence against black bodies for shock value. i really just felt like glover woke up n thought ‘what can i do to boost publicity for atlanta/solo? oh i kno i’ll make a video that will shock people cos its violent but doesn’t actually empower or say anything new!’ i didn’t mind the song, but the video felt like it was made to pander/shock non-black audiences because i can’t imagine watching the trauma of violence committed against black bodies edited into a nice little mv is very pleasant for you to watch if ur black

as for solo, idc much for the film or his casting. i’m not intrested in anyone other than harrison and billy dee williams’ versions of those characters and i dont like the idea of disney rebranding characters they can’t even be bothered to include in the sequel trilogy. from the trailers it looks passably good and donald seems sufficient for what they’re trying to do tho i guess

idk, anon, if i’m being honest i find glover a little.... off putting?? like i think its weird he’s made all these gross comments about black women, asian women, rape and even participated in a ‘rape sketch’ then now is rebranding himself into this ‘woke’ art bro actor without acknowledging his mistakes (a lot of which hes still making tbh). its not that he isn’t talented, or doesn’t create interesting art, he does. its just that i think he thinks his status as an artist means he can get away with being a dickhead without apologizing.

but, i like atlanta.  for me donald is a bit hit and miss but thats just me i guess

- merry xxx

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