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grotesque--cooties · 7 months ago

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Hellow, I'd like to request a oneshot (btw love the fact you write on your blog that you're LGBTQI+ friendly, in these times every single ally is so damn important :'D) for the Supernatural fandom.

It would be a non-pairing oneshot OC/character (as in the Winchester brothers).

tags: (found)-family, fluff/feelgood, hurt/comfort

My OC, Johnny Winchester, is the older sister of Dean and Sam ('cuz I thought there are already enough younger Winchester sisters who depend on Dean&Sam's protection :D)

So, about Johnny: She's as tall as Sam, pretty buff, proud and lesbian. She's four years older than Dean and watched out for her brothers a lot. When John left them in town in order to get the job done, she would work to earn more money for their food and pay extra rent. Mostly, she'd work in funeral homes because she liked the job.

She and her brothers are really tight and back when Sam left for Stanford, she teamed up with Dean to continue hunting on their own.

I'd love to read either:

a fight between Dean and John when Dean's already an adult and Johnny picks Dean side in order to protect him of their dad

When all the three of them are teens/Sam maybe still a kid: John is gone (again) and Johnny tries to cheer her brothers up by making a fool of herself

Johnny visits Sam in Stanford while he's there studying and gets to know Jessica and talks to Sam how he's doing without the hunting business yada yada

Or whatever comes to your mind, I'm very much looking forward to what you'll write :D

Greetings, beardothebard :)

@beardothebard

OMG I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK FOREVER!!!!! I SWEAR I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU I'M SO SORRY BUT PLEASE ENJOY THIS IT WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE:)))))

"That Dumbass Johnny"

Synopsis: Johnny, the Winchesters older sister, tries to cheer up her brother Sam when he misses their father...even if it requires injuring herself.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Johnny

Tags: (found)-family, fluff/feelgood, hurt/comfort

Warnings: curse words(?), bad dad(it's John Winchester tho what do you expect), smacking/hitting(not violent)

Word Count: 1.7k

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“It's been AGES! When is Dad coming back?” Sam said, his tiny body slumped over the couch in the motel.

The siblings had been stuck in a dingy motel for three days, the walls rotting off and the building smelling like mold. The building could barely be described as holding up; yet, it was home for now.

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John, their father, had taken them all up to Wisconsin for a “job”--says there were 3 mysterious deaths with all of them having signs of possession.

Johnny had argued with her father, saying she should finally hunt with him as she had just turned 18. She was an adult, she could do these jobs with her father and Dean was old enough to watch Sam. She had been watching over them ever since she was 8, since…since their mom died. Johnny felt ready, ready as she'd ever be to go on a hunt with her father finally but he wouldn't let her.

They had argued the entire ride up to Wisconsin about this, with John explaining that he needed someone responsible for watching her brothers, someone not like Dean who would go mess around with the women in the area….

Yeeeaah her man-whore of a brother probably isn't the best to watch over Sammy but still, he's responsible enough. However, she reluctantly agreed, silently fuming for the rest of that ride.

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“He's been gone FOREVER!” Sammy moaned out again, signing loud and exaggerated.

Dean was sitting at the small, circular table near the tiny kitchen, sloppily eating a burger Johnny had bought him earlier.

“Shuuut uuup…” Dean groaned out, throwing his head back to emphasize his annoyance further.

“You shut up,” Johnny said, slapping Dean on his head as she walked past him. He made a small ‘ow’ noise and gave her the middle finger, which she gladly returned.

“I'm bored…” Sam mumbled, curling his body onto the couch now, lazily turning his head to watch the TV.

“BORED!?!” Johnny yelled out in fake shock.

She smirked as she walked over to him, coming to fall on top of Sam swiftly. As she laid on top of him he grumbled for her to get off, trying to push her muscular body off him.

“Oooohh whatever shall we do?” She giggled, laying more of her body weight on him.

After a few more attempts of Sam trying to push Johnny off, she finally relented and stood up.

“Careful there Johnny, any longer and you would've had another dead body to take care of.” Dean laughed out, hinting at her previous jobs at nearby funeral homes.

“I hope you choke on that burger.” She smirked, walking over to the fridge to grab herself a drink.

“Yeah, yeah…” Dean grumbled out, going back to munching on that Thang©️.

As Johnny was opening her drink, she felt a tug on her pants and looked down. It was little Sam pulling on her pants, a frown etched into his face.

“What’s wrong Sammy?” Johnny asked, coming to squat down so she could be at eye level with Sam.

Sam stood there for a moment, his eyes only looking down not wanting to meet his sisters.

“Does…” Sam spoke, eyes still not willing to meet Johnny’s: “Does Dad not want to be around us? Does he not love us? Is that why he’s never here?”

The atmosphere of the motel room had quickly darkened, Sam’s question forcing them to confront the idea of telling him why their Dad was never around. They had held off on telling Sam what their Father does for a living, not wanting to force him to grow up with a life revolving around death. Having to watch Dean grow up into a hunter hurt Johnny so much, watching her loving brother turn from a normal child to now knowing their father’s true job–it’s something she never wishes Sam to go through.

“No Sammy, Dad loves us. He just…” Her words died down, finding it difficult to explain to Sam why their father couldn’t be around while not giving away the family business.

“Dad just can’t be around us for long because of his job. Ya know, always selling and going around the country for more job stuff…boring adult stuff you don’t need to hear!” Johnny explained, trying to cheer up Sam by making the situation more light-hearted.

Sam still held a sorrowful face, her attempt at cheering him up failing.

“Listen,” Johnny placed her hand on his shoulder, holding it firmly: “Dad does love us, he just can’t be around us for long. Yes, he’s gone a lot but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be around us. He tries and sure he could try a little harder”, she lets out a quick giggle Sam following suite,” But he does love us, and he is trying to be a good dad…” Johnny finds herself at a loss for words, not knowing how to phrase or explain what she wants to say to Sam.

“I’m not going to lie to you Sammy, I don’t know how to explain it. It’s something you will learn about one day and it will make more sense when you’re older… but I just can’t tell you why Dad’s gone all the time. Still, he loves us, you shouldn’t doubt that.”

Sam showed a small smile, his eyes finally meeting Johnny’s. She patted his shoulder and brought him in for a swift hug before letting him go.

“Come on, let's go do something fun. Maybe that will cheer you compared to my half-assed speech.” Johnny laughs, coming to stand up.

Sam becomes excited, running to put on his shoes and jacket. Meanwhile, Dean walks over to Johnny, a sad look etched onto him.

“We have to tell him one day…” He whispers to her.

“I know… I just want him to be a normal kid for a little longer…as normal as we can get.” She sighs, but before she can dwell on the thought she quickly replaces it with an idea to make Sam feel better.

“Come on, let's go to the park and maybe I’ll rent that movie you’ve been dying to see”, singing out the last word.

She quickly grabbed onto Dean’s jacket, yanking him with her to leave the motel.

As they arrived at the park Sam saw that the swings were free, which was a rarity. He rushed over to the swing set, waving his hands to urge the siblings to swing with him. As they all sat down on the swings, carelessly swinging back and forth Johnny got an idea(UREKA!)

“Guys, how high do you think I can jump off this swing?” She said, starting to quickly at the ground to pick up the pace.

“NO! Last time you did that you sprained your foot! Don’t do it.” Dean said firmly, remembering the pain it was to take care of her when she sprained it.

“Mmmmmhhh….” she groaned out, still picking up the pace. “Yeah but like…what if I do backflip landing?”

“Can you even do a backflip?” Sammy questioned, leaning forward to see his sister picking up her pace very quickly.

Johnny was contemplating, not remembering the last time she did one successfully. She looked over at them, a smug look crossing her face.

“I don’t know but we’ll find out!”

“AYE JOHNNY NO!!” Dean shouted, trying to grab her swingset chain to slow her down but he missed because Sam swiftly kicked his legs.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Dean gritted, trying to kick Sam while still swinging.

Sam let out a loud laugh, trying to get away from Dean’s kicking while still swinging. That was until Johnny's voice broke them out of their fight: “HEY WATCH ME REAL QUICK!” She shouted before coming to jump off the swing. Sam’s mouth agape with Dean yelling at their sister to not attempt the backflip. Yet, she didn’t listen. If she said she was going to do the backflip then dammit she’s doing the backflip. As she was falling in the air she tried to make the motion to start the beginning of a backflip but her long legs ended up catching the ground first, halting her motion.

“OH SHIT!” She shrieked before tumbling on the mulch, her body swiftly planting into the ground.

^Johnny fr

Sam laughed hard, coming to a full stop to hold his stomach. He couldn’t hold it in, his sister was such a dumbass for doing that. Even Dean couldn’t hold in his laughter, coming to chuckle at her ridiculousness.

“You…” Dean tried to hold in his laughter but it slipped out some more, “You are such a dumbass.” He coughed out, Sam still laughing hard coming to a point where he was wheezing. After he calmed down, he looked at his sister still lying in the same pose.

“Are you still alive?” Sam asked, coming to wipe a few tears from his face.

Johnny didn’t respond vocally, only giving a thumbs up in return.

“Damn…she dead as hell.” Dean joked, watching to see if she’d stand up at some point but she never did. Dean didn’t feel like getting up at the moment, so he chose the next best option to force her up.

“A cute girl is coming over…looks like your type.”

“WHAT WHERE!?!?!?” She quickly stood up at that, not wanting to look like an idiot in front of hot women. Brushing off the mulch on her face and trying to tidy up her hair she hastily looked around, finding no woman in sight.

“You asshole!” She gritted out, coming over to smack Dean’s arm.

As Johnny continued to wipe the mulch and dirt off her Dean and Sam continued to swing. No words were spoken between them, coming to find the comfort of just watching the world around them. After a few more moments of silence, Sam got off the swing set; coming over to Johnny.

“Can we go rent The Land Before Time now?”

“Sure buddy, I’ll buy some ice cream too.” She said, coming to place her arm around his shoulder.

“AND SOME PIE!” Dean yelled, rushing to catch up to them.

“UuUUUUuhushUhuHUBFhebfhcje fine…” She groaned out, walking with her Brothers.

“Thank you, Johnny…for making me feel better.” Sam quietly spoke.

“Of course, that’s what big sisters do.”

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I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END IT I’M SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I REALLY LIKED WRITING FOR YOUR OC THO IT WAS SO MUCH FUUUNNN

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND I'M REALLY SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT😭😭😭😭

#supernatural #supernatural x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader

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beesmygod · 2 years ago

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I'm glad you watched another playthrough of the devil in me bc sgfs run made it look so bad I wondered if he had missed some absolutely crucial game choice but no I guess it really is just like that

the shit makes no sense. im going to "spoil" it rn but like. you can't spoil this game. theres no twist theres just a fucked up guy who walks at you. the killer was killerman. you win prize money.

like lets do a quick list of what was good ("good") and what wasnt. most of these are just going to be moments or isolated plot elements

THE BAD:

it wasnt as accidentally funny as their previous games. accidentally funny i mean.

it had the audacity to end with someone picking up the h.h. holmes mask (not a thing that exists btw. no one is making these except like custom on etsy. its so fucking suspicious) like "oooh hes going to do it agaiiiin!" but he got chopped up by a boat propeller. no he isnt

the areas and parts where certain players were "supposed" to die were REALLY telegraphed and detrimental to the pacing of an already artificially bloated plot

why was there a dog that hated the murderer living on the island waiting to bite the shit out of him. whose dog was that. why was there dog. cheap emotional fodder tossed in at the end.

the opening kill is legitimately unpleasant to watch. they forgot that the kills are supposed to be gruesome and not stomach churningly sadistic or remind me of holocaust movies

the characters are genuinely awful and boring people who hate each other. not a single lifeline to be had. even the dog shows up too late for you to establish any kind of friendship

the reason why no one has cell phones is because a guy who is tricking them into taking his place as the murder victims just takes them as part of the "experience". they're a fucking film crew lol. theres no way

i legit thought it was going to end up being a team of people bc he was somehow everywhere at once doing the slow jason walk

instead it's one man, an ex-FBI agent who was abused by his mom and gets talked into doing serial murder by the single lamest serial killer monologue ive ever heard in my life. its just a guy who decided to try something different one day. and then i guess he built a murder hotel after faking his death so he could do more murder. this sucks. i dont care about this.

the plot elements are completely random. the animatronics made out of PEOPLE (they apparently did not get the news that they were beat to this idea by a solid near decade) have nothing to do with anything at all. not h.h. holmes, not murder hotel. they're just there for no reason. they barely even get used.

and they had the audacity to show him MAKING animatronics OF THE 5 FILM CREW MEMBERS after they arrived on the island. this game takes place over the course of one day. he did not do this. there is no way. this game stretches the player's suspension of disbelief too far.

the writing on the mom and the serial killer is pathetic lol. its rough to see evil attempted by people who can only conceptualize it in terms of physical violence

oh great another taxidermy guy. thanks

it was just some guy

THE "GOOD"

the ending is so bad that its ballsy. it cuts to a news reporter talking about how they are still finding bodies in the hotel where 5 person groups were tricked into staying so that they could be murdered. the ppl watching the report are interrupted by their friend who tells them her viral video won a contest (dog its 2022 lol) and the prize is that 5 of them get to stay in a mysterious hotel owned by a man with the same name as the guy they were just talking about.

then it zooms into the email the girl got telling her that she won and that one image of h.h. holmes is just in the window

did he make the little graphic announcing she has won? did he deliberately include himself? did he not notice somehow that he was in the picture. did he set up a timer and run up to the top floor so he could be very spooky and mysterious

HOW could he POSSIBLY afford another murder house. the invoice for the first one on the private island is IN THE GAME and its an eye popping amount. he does NOT have another house like where is he getting the money? or getting it zoned? or tricking ANOTHER construction team into building death traps that are suspiciously like the ones on the news

theres a part where a woman is stuck in a closet having an anxiety/asthma attack and the scary murder man gives her her inhaler. for some reason. this is never explained

why did he have ultra specific recordings of his mom commenting on what time he arrives and what page of his baby book he looks at. or what time it is.

theres phonographs and creepy music playing everywhere and no one turns them off like "what the fuck!!!" they're just like ooooh no im being menaced SSOOOO much

why was one of the crew members friends with someone who was strangled by "the campus strangler". as far as i can tell this adds nothing to the story, it just freaks her. as the player i dont care bc the the killerman just finds this out somehow and finds a copy of the paper where they used a photo taken of her, her friend and the strangler. guess which one is the strangler:

how could they identify his fake dead body from "dental records". they explicit say this. did he fucking glue a set of teeth into the guys mouth. is he toothless throughout the whole game. is he wearing fake teeth. im laughing just typing this up. what the fuck

he pulled an hh holmes on the construction crew after they built a hh holmes themed murder hotel for him.

the murder counter. why does it exist. how does it know to update.

im now thinking about how funny it is that he put in a 4th digit. get real dude! no WAY

the director being baited into an obvious trap with cigarettes like he was being hunted by wiley e. coyote was insane. my dude you are being murdered. you know you are at this point. why did you go into the room with only one entrance!!

this:

it was just some guy

#long post

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astheroid · 3 years ago

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WHO THE HAIKYUU CHARACTERS MAIN IN GENSHIN IMPACT

PT2

- Includes: Kuroo, Atsumu, Osamu, Bokuto, Sakusa, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, and Daichi

a/n - i’ve had a ton of genshin brainrot lately, so i decided to write about it!! i’m a zhongli main btw >:)

KUROO

- Bennett

Kuroo really likes playing support characters. His team always includes Bennett and Zhongli, who he can’t survive without. His Bennett is built as a healer/dps, though healing isn’t his top priority. He finds it absolutely hilarious when Bennett gets hit in the head during his idle animation, but teared up while doing his hangout event </3

ATSUMU

- Klee

Chaotic child + chaotic twin, what could possibly go wrong? He loves her playstyle and is obsessed with setting things on fire. Surprisingly, he does a ton of damage because artifact farming is fun for him. He always brings her into the crimson witch domain and messes around while his teammates do all the hard work.

OSAMU

- Ningguang

He has an insane amount of respect for her after the Jade Chamber scene and now mains her. He definitely believes she should be five star and feeds her like a queen <33

BOKUTO

- Beidou

They both have big tiddies. He also loves claymores and electro users, meaning his team is Beidou, Razor, Keqing, and Eula. How he passes his ascension quests is a true mystery, considering he doesn’t build any support characters.

SAKUSA

- Chongyun / Xiao

Omi used to main Chongyun but switched to Xiao later on. Even though he won’t admit it, he’s super attached to both characters and uses them regularly. He has insane luck and always pulls good characters, but prefers to spend time working on his teapot. He made special areas for all the characters he likes <3

OIKAWA

- Diona

He loves her spunk and is a huge fan of bow characters. He tries his best to ice bridge with her (he hates Kaeya), but always falls and makes his teammates save him. Honestly he just runs around and picks flowers. Playing with him isn’t the smartest choice.

IWAIZUMI

- Noelle

This man is enamored with geo characters. He wants to collect them all like Pokémon because he doesn’t really understand elemental reactions and prefers to stick with physical/geo dmg. He treats Noelle like a queen, though. He always carries his co-op team in every domain, even if geo is debuffed.

MATSUKAWA

- Zhongli

Matsukawa loooves using his ult to kill random hilichurls and scare other players in co-op. He does decent damage, but really just keeps him for his shield and comedy. All the squirrels, boars, and random slimes better watch out before Issei’s Zhongli wants order.

HANAMAKI

- Lisa

Boobs + her Japanese voice. That’s it.

DAICHI

- Jean

He admires her strength and perseverance and relates to being an overworked older sibling. He bought her summer outfit because he’s way too attached to Jean. He also always puts Barbara on the same team as her because siblings <3 he got Jean because he didn’t know the difference between the standard and event banners and spent all his primos on the wrong one.

#✎ lost memories #haikyuu!!#genshin impact #kuroo tetsurou #atsumu miya #osamu miya #bokuto koutarou #sakusa kiyoomi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #daichi sawamura #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #genshin headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyu x reader

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the-slasher-files · 4 years ago

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Slashers React - S/O being a witch or wiccan

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, BILLY & STU and LOST BOYS

btw I am a wiccan myself so I hope you enjoy the hcs :)

JASON VOORHEES

Holy fucking shit, you guys are a POWER COUPLE, never in my life have a thought of a better couple

He may not understand at first but once you explain it to him he adores it. Abiding by the laws of nature is something he already does, so the fact that you do too and share a lot of the same opinions of nature, melts his heart

Clearing a little area in the forest making sure it is hidden away for your alter is a dream job for him

Nature walks all the time but it has more meaning now, knowing you’re a wiccan or witch

Herb, flower, mushroom or plant picking is something he will always do for you, leaving them at your alter

LOOK he found a cool rock or a weird piece of drift wood or animal skull, perfect for you :)

Finds it very sexy when you are doing witchcraft, especially if it’s in the forest

You would slow dance to the rain and light candles everywhere

Gardening would quickly turn into one of his favorite hobbies with you

Teaching him about the holidays you celebrate gives him reasons to spoil you on those days, he would bake with you, make potions with you, bring in your moon water in the early morning for you

Your crystals are his favorites, all the pretty colors and unique patterns, he might steal one and carry it around with him, rubbing it when he misses you

Anything you do to appreciate his land and the cabin you share makes his undead heart flutter

The absolute best partner for a witch or wiccan

The crystal that suits him is an Amethyst - It is a grounding stone, bringing peace and calmness but is one of the best protection stones

MICHAEL MYERS

Major head tilt, squints

Once you explain it him he still doesn’t get it, and he doesn’t care

He will just examine your stuff, poking it and moving it around pissing you off

oh great, more holidays to celebrate

Secretly thinks it is kind of cool, but he will never tell you

Maybe thinks you’re a little crazy because he heard some other person in the mental hospital going on and on like you do

If you tell him he is blessed and has gifts he will have a hard time accepting that, but he would think about it forever because there had to be an explanation for how he could never die

He will bring you home something from a cemetery probably because he still doesn’t get it

He will just stare from the shadows of a candle lit room watching you do spell work

When he's pissed beyond reason, never sage him, never place crystals on him, never get him to drink tea, you might die

He will find a crystal in his coverall pockets for protection and he will never give it back to you, it’s his now and he will cherish it

The crystal that suits him is Black Obsidian - It is a pure black stone that has a mysterious aura, heavily used for protection, it is also a very powerful stone, good for healing and truth seeking

BO SINCLAIR

Again, another bad partner for this lol

You’re a what?? He has heard of witches before but never wiccans. Coming from Louisiana it has a very heavy history on witches and voodoo, good and bad. He honestly might be shitting his pants inside but keeps it cool, just please tell him you’re a good witch. His momma always told him to never ever mess with witches.

Thinks you’re crazy for believing in that stuff

If you feel the presence of his mom and dad, never bring it up to him, the only way you could do it is say “You’ve got some angels looking over you Bo” and leave it at that

You will make him learn to appreciate nature and taking him for walks is the best thing to do, it calms him and you can teach or tell him stories about what you believe in

He would tell Lester to grab some antlers or skulls for your “ummm idk what she does, she just needs them”

If you’re in some lingerie while doing witchy work, he will ease into it more

Bo would be the guy who yells about the sage smoke stinking up the house, while he is smoking a cigarette, b a s t a r d

Jokes about his bad energy filling your alter will happen a lot

He honestly thinks its cool though, after a while, seeing a beautiful powerful soul doing something you love warms his heart

He’s going to try to understand but he will laugh and make fun

If there are people in town he’s going to hunt that night, he will have to deal with you placing some sort of protection rune, stone or necklace either in his pocket or around his neck, Bo won’t like it at first but showing you care so much for him melts his heart and he will protect it with his life

His crystal is Smokey Quartz - It is used for strength and fortifies nerves, protection, a stone that represents Pride, but also brings calmness which we all know he needs!! The smokiness of it just reminds me of the colour of alcohol or his cigarette smoke

BILLY & STU

Both genuinely curious and love it

They don’t really understand it but they are willing and ready to try

Taking you on nature walks probably wont be as relaxing as they promised; Stu will climb a weird tree and end up hurting himself, then you will find some neat looking mushrooms and they dare each other to eat it

Find it hot but are a little spooked

Billy would hate the smell of sage but Stu doesn’t mind it all

They find it sweet when you try to put protection stones in their pockets when they go to kill

Stu will bring you an average rock from the sidewalk and say hey this is neat, here you go

They are defiantly into trying witchcraft with you

Stu will love your home made teas

Billy will never make a big deal about what you do, he just thinks it is neat and willing to go get whatever you need for your work, and ngl he is more interested in dark magic

They will defiantly interrupt you will you are meditating or doing spell work so always try to do it when they aren’t home

Will ask if you could do tarot readings on them and if you use a crystal ball

The crystal for them is Jade - a good protection and supportive stone, seeks love, passion and nourishment. It is also good for dreams and astral projection

THE LOST BOYS

They are no strangers to the supernatural of course but they don’t know what a witch is beyond what they’ve seen in movies

I feel it would be very 50/50 on caring or not, this stuff isn’t even on their radars

Dwayne, I think would handle it the best. (correct me if I am wrong) He is of Native American descent, so he has heard lots of stories about shamans and he is the most spiritual out of all the boys

Once they see you doing spell work or setting up an alter they are much more interested

If you are already turned, you are arguably one of the most powerful, David will not admit it but he knows it

Marco will 100% bring you random things he likes, not at all related to witchcraft but he thinks it could be, man doesn’t get it

David finds you extremely sexy, him and Dwayne will probably be the only ones that actually get it, and David loves the power

They pretty much just leave you to it

A lot of moon and shadow work will be your main witchcraft with them

If you are cleansing the cave with sage Paul and Marco will make drug jokes and ask to smoke some

ngl I think Paul might be the most scared of you, but he will never show it, He doesn’t understand it and thinks you going to spray him with holy water or make him have nightmares

Dwayne will be the one to take you to the surrounding forests and go on some nature walks with you, collecting what you need

David - black tourmaline: a very powerful protection stone, pure black, great for purification and helping with anger. Star - rose quartz: the stone of love and purity, heals the heart, and dissolves worry and fear turning those feelings into love. Marco - Emerald: a crystal just as blue as his eyes. A stone of hope, encouragement and joy, turns negative energy into strength, love and compassion. Dwayne - fire agate: This stone has a very deep connection the earth radiating calm, stability and strength, also very good for power and protection. Paul - rutilated quartz: a crystal that seeks truth and authenticity, giving strength to the truest souls and uplifts and brings joy.

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ragingstillness · 3 years ago

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SPOILERS for Endeavor Season 8

So Endeavor season 8 is finally airing in the US. I just watched the second episode and I can’t help thinking about something else. Don’t get me wrong, I like the show, it’s something I’ll watch of my own volition that I find genuinely interesting. But today’s episode reminded me of my favorite show of all time and I couldn’t help but compare them and find Endeavor falling way short.

TW: mention of death, mention of murder, mention of abortion, mention of sexual assault, mention of domestic violence, mention of sex work, mention of crime, mention of PTSD, mention of homophobia, slight mention of racism, mention of suicide, mention of workplace accident

/start rant

To preface, my favorite show of all time is Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries. It’s a tv show based on a series of books. It’s set in Australia, more specifically Melbourne, in 1929, and features a female detective and a wide cast of other characters.

To begin let’s look at the women in Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries which from now on I’ll be referring to as MFMM.

Main recurring characters:

-Phryne Fisher

-Dottie Collins

-Jane Fisher

-Aunt Prudence

-Doctor Mac

Now let’s look at the women in Endeavor, all 8 seasons btw, in comparison to MFMM’s three.

Main recurring characters:

-Dorothea Frazil

-Win Thursday

-Shirley Trewlove

-Joan Thursday

And honestly this is me being generous classing them as main recurring characters. Joan and Dorothea appear most often, with Win in the background as one of the main character’s wives, and Shirley Trewlove was only in the show for a season.

In contrast Phryne, Dottie, Aunt Prudence, and Doctor Mac appear in all three seasons many times and Jane appears at least once if not more often in each.

I’ll come back to this with characterization later now let’s move on to another thing I find Endeavor falling short in, especially in this season 8 episode.

In this episode we encounter a man who it eventually turns out has had a gay relationship in his past that his current wife doesn’t know about. He’s trying to connect with his past lover, while both of them are married to women, but his past lover doesn’t want to be together again. This leads the man to kill himself and be one of the few red-herring deaths in the show. I’m sorry but bury your gays much? Is it because it’s airing during pride month? Is that it? Are you trying to bait and switch queer people PBS? (Sorry I’m just kind of mad)

And now let’s compare to an episode where something sort of similar happens in MFMM. A woman working in a factory dies a gruesome death after falling into one of the machines. Soon after, her boss dies and foul play is suspected. It turns out that the woman was indeed killed in an accident and that aside from working illegal overtime, there was no foul play involved in her death. Nevertheless, it is also revealed that she was in a relationship with Dr. Mac and that yet another woman at the factory had a crush on her. Once again, it’s a red-herring death, as she was not killed by anyone, simply an accident. The queer love is connected to the episode as the other woman with a crush killed the boss to frame Dr. Mac, but ultimately the death of the woman was not part of the whole scheme.

The relationships are treated very respectfully and Phryne helps Dr. Mac mourn her lover’s death in a very touching scene. In contrast to the Endeavor episode, in which we do see a set of pictures of the two men kissing, we never see anything at all between the two women in Miss Fisher, yet the relationship is so much deeper and explored with much more respect. And while it is a red-herring death it’s still important to the overall case.

Now I have mentioned that MFMM is set in 1929. Endeavor is set in 1950. 21 years later. And yet Endeavor is less respectful about their queer characters. And on that note I return to the discussion of female characters.

Dorothea Frazil in Endeavor is a journalist. She is well known in the area and well-liked and often is a source of information for the main characters in exchange for favors or exclusives and often in exchange for nothing at all. She’s an independent woman with a great sense of humor and a lot of self-respect. Unfortunately, she is one of the few female characters in Endeavor I can say that about.

Win Thursday is married to one of Endeavor’s two main characters and acts as a pseudo mother figure to the main main character. She is often seen cooking, or cleaning, or caring for her husband, son, daughter, and pseudo adopted son, the main main character Endeavor Morse, who just goes by Morse. There is nothing wrong with any of that, and she’s shown to be an intelligent, caring person, who stands up for herself when she needs to. However, she never really gets out of that role. She is a mother and a homemaker and a wife and that’s kind of it. She has no other storylines and in fact other than being window dressing or character development for the main characters, she’s really not involved in any of the show’s storylines.

Shirley Trewlove is the first female constable in the police station from Endeavor. She faces a lot of flack for that and is condescended to by most of the men, including the head of the station, who views her as similar to his late daughter. She is shown to be very competent, able to stand up for herself, composed, kind, and intelligent. However, she is only in the show for one season then transfers out to a different station, ultimately not leaving a larger impact on the show or the main characters.

Don’t get me started on Joan Thursday. She’s a character that I expect the show wants us to like but I simply don’t. I find her irresponsible, selfish, wishy-washy, and grating. She is the main love interest for Morse and their will-they won’t-they is one of the most infuriating things about the show. Admittedly at the beginning of the series she is very young, so a lot of her issues can be attributed to that, but she just continues to make poor decisions when she should know better and becomes more of an irritant to any progress than any help. She’s put on this pedestal by Morse and her parents and when she runs away from home due to feeling pressured by her parents, her father goes through a period of completely disowning and shaming her.

Shall I add that we learn next to nothing about the pasts of any of these characters.

In contrast:

Phryne Fisher is one of the most vibrant, intelligent, excellently written female characters I have ever seen. She’s witty, she’s comfortable in her body, she’s free-spirited, she’s very astute, she’s clever, she’s multi-talented, she’s self-possessed, she’s loyal, she’s passionate, she’s a feminist, she’s an ally, she’s supportive, she’s the whole package. We learn a ton about her past and the traumas that have shaped her into the person she is. She was an ambulance driver in WW1, leaving her with PTSD. She was in an abusive relationship with a man who beat her in her youth. She has lived all over the world and traveled to many places. She carries the weight of the death of her sister and her inability to truly get a confession out of the man she believes to be her sister’s killer. There’s so much depth to her. Yes she’s the main character but I’d argue we get nowhere near that much depth on Morse himself, despite having more seasons, longer episodes, and also being a main character.

Dottie Collins is also a very complex character. She begins the show as a maid for a friend of Aunt Prudence, but quickly leaves that job to become Phryne’s housemate and housekeeper. She’s deeply Catholic, superstitious, unendingly sweet, but she’s also courageous, intelligent, and adaptable. Her religion is a point of contention for her and Phryne, who appears to be an atheist, but the two of them talk about it often and respect each others’ beliefs. Dottie has a sister who is a sex worker and it’s a point of major conflict between them but Dottie’s feelings about her sister are complex and if she treats her sister poorly she learns from her mistakes and apologizes and eventually they settle into a truce of sorts. Dottie gets into a relationship with a constable from a police station nearby and when he begins to veer towards patriarchal values she pushes back on it and successfully manages to make it clear to him that she is not his property and will not stand to be treated as such. She’s more than just Phryne’s sidekick, the two women make each other better people over the course of the show.

Jane Fisher, and in this case I’m referring to Phryne’s sort-of adopted daughter not her late sister of the same name, is a young orphan living under the care of a verbally abusive woman. She ends up giving Phryne crucial information on a murder case and Phryne, even after professing to not enjoy dealing with children, takes Jane in. Jane is shown to be intelligent, getting a good education under Phryne and putting it to good use. She is also shown to be headstrong and resourceful. When Phryne begins teaching a self-defense class alongside comportment for down on their luck girls, it becomes clear that Jane is also vicious and ready to defend herself and very good at it.

Aunt Prudence is a fascinating character. She’s an elderly Aunt of Phryne’s, very rich, very proper, and very snooty. However, over time she is also shown to care a great deal about her niece, no matter how judgemental she is about Phryne’s open sexuality. She is deeply committed to her charity work and truly cares about her friends. She also has a disabled son who tragically passes away in the show and whom she has cared for by herself for his whole life and deeply loves. She doesn’t approve of Phryne’s lifestyle but she doesn’t directly interfere to stop it. She treats Phryne as the independent adult she is.

Doctor Mac is Phryne’s best friend and a very useful friend to have with regards to Phryne’s detective work. Mac has her medical license as a woman, which is unusual for the time, and she does take some flack for it. She’s a lesbian who has essentially a very close qpp relationship with a presumably straight woman (I have my doubts about Phryne’s sexuality but that’s likely wishful thinking). Mac and Phryne are each others’ confidants, having been made friends by both serving in WW1. Mac cares a ton about women’s rights, especially their rights to proper medical care, including safe abortions. She is disgusted by men who disrespect women, stands up for domestic violence survivors, and sympathizes with sexual assault victims. She also stands up for the rights of black women, but that isn’t quite as central to her character, more just a fun cool fact from one episode. Mac is caring and witty and sarcastic and kind and fun and very very smart.

The difference between the two shows is stark to say the least. Not to mention that all other women who appear in Endeavor are usually victims, used as motivation for men committing crimes, cheaters, criminals themselves, unhelpful witnesses, or other underdeveloped roles. In contrast, the other women who appear in MFMM are nuanced, have complicated relationships with their own pasts, with the people around them. They range from sex workers to professional tennis players, to orphans on the street to the height of society, wives, girlfriends, single women, more defined by their professions and their passions than their relationships to the men around them. While some are the victims of violence they are not brushed aside as a single plot point, they’re treated respectfully and if not, the viewer is shown that the disrespectful treatment was wrong. They feel more like real people with more than three lines of character traits than any of the women in Endeavor.

So, in conclusion, what really gets me is that Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries is not only set further in the past, the show itself was made earlier than Endeavor. The concept is roughly the same, a detective with unusual skills, somewhat different from everyone around them, working alongside a police detective to solve crimes, usually murders. And yet, not only does MFMM have a better gender balance in casting, its female characters are more complex, its queer characters more prevalent and treated with more respect, the cases more interesting (imo), the main characters deeper, and the show itself more colorful and intriguing. It grinds my gears to watch one show and know that the other is so much better at the same concept. Ultimately, everyone everywhere should watch Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries it is an absolute gem of a show and Endeavor, do better.

/end rant

#mfmm #endeavor #endeavor tv #endeavor morse #phryne fisher #miss fisher's murder mysteries #inspector morse #phrack #dorothy collins #rant #tw rant #tw in post #tw before keep reading #check tws #analysis #lgbtaiq+#feminism #literary analysis

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harpersplay · 3 years ago

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4x14 Thoughts

I touched on this before, but context fucking matters. Even though it erased Annie's class & Ruby's race while using Beth's momness and whiteness as a shield, the speech in 1x02 works because it's life and death. It works because these women have just been thrown into this scary world and Beth makes a desperate but savvy (she picks up on Rio being more than just a gangbanger and appeals to his business side) plea. She uses what she can (Annie has never brought orange slices to any game ever, let's be real) and saves the day. And yet we see how terrified she was even after it worked. IT WAS AN UNREAL SITUATION THAT FELT REAL. Beth's recent "boss bitch" moments do not work because it's just her fully leaning into the smug entitled white lady role. I feel like too many fans ignore 2x13-3x02. The threat of Rio (and the FBI) was GONE as far as Beth knew. But she decided to do crime. Ruby was stealing from her workplace. Beth was putting Dorothy and Lucy at legal risk by using her store and her work, respectively, to commit crimes without telling them. That's who Beth is. So reframing her actions in S3 & S4 as simply reactions to evil Rio trying to ruin her life not only removes Beth's agency. It is also hollow. Because Beth has zero problem with crime—stealing Gayle's business, bribing a city official, hiring a hitman, setting up an innocent man to be a murderer, making Dean "sell" a hot tub to Mick, selling counterfeit purses, blackmailing men into buying those purses. Beth has a problem with not getting her way. And that's not enjoyable to watch. This is not me saying Beth has to be likeable as in a "good" person. But she has to be likeable to watch. Mary Pat is a total weirdo with very questionable morality, but she's enjoyable to watch. Vance is fucking creepy as shit, but he's enjoyable to watch. And while the show gave both those characters some dimension, it never portrayed them as characters we should unabashedly cheer for. That's not how they write Beth. They still—four fucking seasons in—want us to see her as a mom just trying to survive. But that's not the story plotwise that they have chosen to write. And the fact that Beth's "wins" are almost always at the expense of other women or POC is an added gross factor.

The show needs to make up it's mind about the monetary situation. Either things are dire and they are saving every penny to "escape" to Nevada. Or they have enough money to refurbish Sweet P's and buy Kenny an iPad.

Detroit city council is by district. Why do they keep referencing Ward 5?

Nice of the show to have Dave & Phoebe literally walk thru the situation. Super FUN! that the women who have been in this for years (per date revealed in 4x13) still don't understand how it works. The only way I like this scene is if it is a meta commentary about how the majority of the show stans have never understood how any of the crime aspects work 🧐 And I see that the show is yet again ignoring Turner's whiteboard and everything else implied about Rio's business dealings in S1.

Phoebe's no Turner, but I've never disliked her. She was really good in this episode, but the Phoebe/Beth stuff from stans is annoying. Why are people so into ships where Beth is awful to the other person and yet the other person is willing to risk things for Beth? Wait...I think I answered my own question.

So much wasted time on these MRA guys. I guess they don't need to be ~mysterious~ and I love (I don't) the casual misogyny in all their scenes. Preemptive GTFOH: I know—believe me, more than I want to—that men like this exist. I know it is realistic. But, again, as I mentioned before, the show is more than happy to ignore all types of realism to make the story they want to tell work. So don't tell me that this is simply a reflection of society. Jenna & Co are choosing to write this storyline in this way and she thinks it is fun and comedic.

The show is about the 3 women and anyone asking for more screen time for Rio is a misogynist. One minute spent on Annie's new shitty white male love interest popping her pimple = crickets.

The show is about the 3 women and anyone asking for more screen time for Rio is a misogynist. Dean having the reasonable response to Beth running for city council while she dismisses his legitimate concerns = crickets.

And, btw, Denise doesn't need secret insider information. Even if Dean's police records are sealed—why tho?—the two extremely visible daytime raids on the family businesses would have been on the news. And—gag!—Beth's visit to Denise was hella stupid. Denise is not a criminal, like the girls were in S1, so she has no narrative reason not to call the cops on Beth & her "thug." It was a shallow parallel and just another example of Beth needing a man to handle things for her.

I mentioned in my 4x13 thoughts about how the Sweet P's "fun and empowering...unlikely feminist statement" is bullshit. The girls, specifically Ruby, spent a lot of time judging the dancers. Beth straight up mocked Krystal's voice. They didn't care about implicating them in crime or costing them their jobs when they set up Gene to take the fall for the money laundering. They only "care" now because they need them.

Annie & Nancy's scene would have been nicer if Annie didn't imply that Greg(g)'s cheating was Nancy's failure. Again, they could have had them talk about the cheating and difficulty that Nancy went through as an example of a hardship she overcame. But they CHOSE to have Nancy explicitly frame the business disaster as a personal failing. So having Annie respond with the infidelity doesn't come across as tough love. It comes across as needlessly callous and victim-blaming.

This is long already, so I'm not even going to get into the Beth & Rio conversation at Sweet P's.

Ugh, Rio & Nick. So fucking dumb. Where was Nick before all of this? Why is he flexing his muscle now? With what we've gotten of his characterisation & attitude, are we to believe that this is the first time in 20 years that Rio & Nick have clashed? I would think that he would have been very concerned and involved when Rio drew the attention of the FBI. But Nick was nowhere to be found. (Because these writers don't understand the difference between retconning and world expansion.) Although I did get a chuckle when Nick said, "You think you'd have any of this?" while gesturing to Rio's usually empty bar.

Yet again, no cameras in an area that would most likely have cameras. And white woman Beth implicating gangs (which to cops = Black & brown youth) with her "broken windows theory" scare tactic is disgusting.

Caribbean flair and Mahalo. I'm so goddamn exhausted at this point.

Hello, Random Bitch Wife. FUN!

Hey, speaking of context matters....that entire last scene Beth is actively working with Phoebe & Dave to send Rio to prison. Romance!!!

#nbc good girls #good girls nbc #good girls season 4

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lexicals · 3 years ago

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So, a not-so-short summary of the last few strabo sessions (If you're playing curse of strahd and not blocking my strabo tag some of this does contain campaign spoilers!):

The party reach vallaki with ireena in tow. They spend One Whole Night there, decide that it's not nearly good enough for their special girl, and endeavour to leave bright and early the next morning

Ireena, despite being the reason they want to get going so fast, digs her heels in. This town is obviously suffering, and she wants to do at least one good thing here before they move on (partially because I don't want my level 4 party wandering into a lv6 area just yet lmao)

The party say "oh my god FINE" and agree to go see the baron to try to get him to release the poor people he's got locked in the stocks for no reason

On the way out, they bump into rictavio. The evening before, they were sniffing around his wagon and realised there was something alive in there, so they decide to grill him about it

Rictavio is evasive and tells them not to worry about it. It becomes the party's new purpose in life to go see what's in the mystery wagon

They basically bully rictavio into letting them look inside the wagon. They are satisfied with this result, and then realise that they were being watched the whole time

They chase down the spy, and then proceed to have a long discussion about what to do with him while the dwarven monk sits directly on his chest to keep him on the ground. They decide that the best option is to put him in the town stocks, and when ireena asks if the guards won't notice an extra person, decide to swap him out with one of the people already in there

Somehow, they manage this without the guards noticing. The same cannot be said for literally every other townsfolk in the square

Having stashed their man, they now have a new man to decide what to do with. After initially just turning him loose, they feel bad for him and decide to escort him to the church

Father lucien agrees to keep him there as long as he can, and also says "heyyyy while you're here, don't suppose you can get these super important magic bones back for me?"

The party say "ugh fineeeee"

They bully the teenage groundskeeper into telling them what he did with the bones, and he points them at the local coffin maker, henrik, who our monk already happens to have beef with because he wouldn't let him buy woodcarving tools from him

They go to henrik's house. They kick down the door. Henrik says "oh man yeah you got me, bones are upstairs. There's vampires up there btw"

The party says "AHEM IREENA WHY DON'T YOU STAY DOWN HERE OKAY. BACK IN A MINUTE."

They search the first floor. There are several human-sized boxes up there. Helpfully, a spectral glowing drawing of a sun appears above one of them, and a drawing of a skull appears above another four

The party says "cool, now we know where the vampires are!"

And smashes

One of the boxes

With a skull on it

Predictably, all hell breaks loose. The bard loses half his health in a single attack. They soon realise that none of the damage they're doing to these things is sticking. Everything is going great

Having realised that things are not in fact going great, we start the next session with a new goal: get the fuck out of here

The rogue zooms across the room to the correct box and grabs the bones. Everyone else starts to leg it, except the poor monk, who can't get out of his grapple. Fortunately, one of the vampires seems to have a sudden change of heart and starts attacking the others. Unfortunately, it fails to release the monk from the grapple. I start preparing funeral rites for him.

Some well-used paladin spells result in three turned vampires and one freed monk. The party promptly get the fuck out of there, but stop to thank their new friend, vampire #2, who says they'll hold the rest of them off as long as they can

They get back downstairs. The monk decides the only sensible option is to set fire to the house. Some other party members feel that henrik doesn't quite deserve to burn alive, and try to convince him to leave, but he doesn't really care enough. Ever the pragmatist, ireena just picks him up and slings him over her shoulder

Weirdly, this is the second time my party has fled a burning house heavily injured and carrying a bunch of old bones. I ponder what this could mean

There's some brief discussion. Two of the party decide to run the bones back to the church with ireena and henrik, while the other three insist on staying behind to ensure the vampires burn with the house. This is a great plan.

The ireena group manages to make their way through back alleys towards the church without being seen kidnapping an old man, but in the end decide to follow their possibly-friendly raven acquaintance and end up at the inn

The group at the house see three of the vampires break through the roof, realise that they're unbothered by the minimal daylight, and promptly think "oh shit" and make a run for it. The house is fully on fire, and going by the screaming, friendly vampire #2 didn't make it

They see some guards. They try to turn and fight alongside the guards. The monk is reduced to 1hp (thanks to some clutch healing and a VERY lucky damage roll), and their new friends are slaughtered in seconds. More guards, including that one big scary guy, are on their way, and they decide to just make a run for it

They're also shepherded to the inn, and that's where we left it. I now have to resolve the fight between a dozen town guards and three vampire spawn. This takes me one whole hour

(If you are one of my players stop reading here 💕)

The guards do not fare well. They do their best, but in the end izek and the single surviving guard, guard #8, decide to fall back. Izek does manage to crit fireball (not Fireball, but close enough) one of the spawn to death, but the others give chase

Guard #8 runs out of steam and is overrun. I mourn her passing 😔

Izek manages to get to the baron's mansion and barricade himself inside. We'll see how that goes for him

Final count: 9 guards dead, 2 mortally wounded and keeping their heads down having fled the fight, 2 barbecued vampire spawn, and 1 flaming coffin shop that my random roll for wind direction determined has not spread to the nearby houses just yet

Somehow, it is not yet midday

#wastepaper basket #curse of strabo #Honest to god thought I would be killing our monk yesterday they did a very good job and also got extremely lucky lmao #Sorry for long post I am on mobile

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wordsablaze · 4 years ago

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5. of logic with naught but a look

your beauty hides the pain Lost on the mountain, Jaskier accidentally angers a mage who decides to curse Yennefer with his company and for once, it might actually be a blessing in disguise…

A/N: it’s been months but hi again !! we’ve switched from eventual geraskefer to yennskier btw :p @random-nerd-3 @surreal-static x

previous chapter

Jaskier has something of a panic attack later in the chapter, it's not awful but if it may make you uncomfortable then skip from the first 'and so he does' to the second of the same line xx

“-ake up already, bard.”

Jaskier groans, blinking rapidly as he pulls himself upright.

Yet again, he finds Yennefer glaring down at him. This time though, she doesn’t try to send him through a portal or through the air itself, she just folds her arms. “You take far too long waking up.”

“I’ll have you know that I have a reputation for making my leave faster than should be possible, thank you very much,” Jaskier argues, stretching his arms above his head as he straightens up.

“Escaping the consequences of your lust doesn’t count as being efficient,” Yennefer scoffs, turning away.

Jaskier makes a face at her before standing up. “And threatening to steal a man’s blood does?”

Yennefer just rolls her eyes. “He’s hardly a man. And I couldn’t care less what happens to his blood, I’m only here for my payment.”

“Well, what exactly is your mysterious payment? Must you act so suspiciously all the time?” Jaskier asks as he brushes off dust that doesn’t exist from his clothes.

She waves a hand dismissively but she seems almost pleased to be called mysterious, which, when he thinks about it, doesn’t exactly come as a total surprise.

Either way, she’s presented with a small box when they arrive downstairs and Jaskier is given no time to question the contents of the box or the possibility of breakfast before he’s being pulled through a portal and they’re leaving.

He drops to his knees as soon as they emerge, one hand curled around his stomach. “Gods, now I understand why Geralt prefers to travel on foot. Well, on horse if we’re being technical. Which we’re not because you’re walking away…” he trails off, focusing his energy on keeping up rather than rambling.

“Any chance we’re headed to a town? Or a village? Or anywhere else that serves food?” Jaskier asks.

Yennefer sighs loudly. “Can’t you go just one morning without a meal?”

Jaskier scowls at the back of her head but chooses not to point out the fact that it’s been more like three days since he’s had an actual proper meal, instead starting to hum and idly strum his lute as they keep walking.

And keep walking.

And keep walking until his throat is too dry to produce actual lyrics and he’s beginning to question why they used a portal in the first place. He can’t afford to slow down though, not when that would cause them both pain and Yennefer seems to be on a warpath of an errand.

It’s plenty of hours later, when humming begins to hurt as well, that he slows down and leans - read: collapses - against the nearest tree. “I know you’re a heartless witch and all but really, darling, are you trying to kill me?” he manages.

Yennefer blinks as she turns to face him, as if she’d forgotten he was following her at all. “You look awful.”

Jaskier snorts. “And you look appalling as ever.”

Her lips curve into a small smile before she walks over and places the back of her hand against his forehead. “You’re not ill,” she concludes with a frown.

“Oh, I will be if we keep walking at this pace, I assure you,” Jaskier replies, “for even the sun has begun its descent and I fear I shall sink down into eternal slumber along with it.”

“If only,” Yennefer mutters but then sighs slowly. “I suppose we can rest for a while. I don’t want to be dragging around your corpse after all.”

Taking that as permission, Jaskier slides down to the floor, shifting so he’s more comfortably propped up against the tree and his lute is cradled in his lap. Yennefer raises an eyebrow at him and without breaking their gaze, twirls her hands and brings a tent to life behind her.

Jaskier stares at her. “Would you like me to applaud?”

Now it’s her turn to snort in amusement. “Do you need me to spell it out for you? Neither will I settle for cold ground unless I have to and nor will I be seen travelling with someone covered in dirt. Now get in, bard.”

Wordlessly, he pulls himself to his feet and stumbles inside as gracefully as he can, a small smile spreading on his face when he sees two beds inside. “Why, Yennefer, you might have a heart after all,” he breathes as he falls face-first onto the smaller one.

“Do you always tire this easily?” She asks, but he’s already halfway asleep and doesn’t care to explain himself.

He still doesn’t care to explain himself when he’s halfway awake and topples off the bed, which promptly promotes him to all the way awake and rather annoyed about it too.

Yennefer appears either not to have slept or to have woken before him, half a smile on her face as he watches him recover and flop back onto the bed. “Are you aware that you snore terribly?”

Jaskier rolls his eyes as he shrugs on the doublet he seems to have wriggled out of at some point and rolls his shoulders. “Are you aware that not everybody is ashamed to be caught breathing while they’re asleep?”

“Most men are stupid like that,” Yennefer replies and if Jaskier didn’t know better, he might have thought there was something like appreciation in the way she raises an eyebrow at him.

He waves a hand dismissively before winking at her. “I think I’ve earned the right to be seen as unique, don’t you?”

She doesn’t answer but that in itself implies she doesn’t outrightly disagree so he lets himself be content with it. While he’s doing that, she unravels the tent and quite literally tucks it into her pocket, continuing to walk with the assumption that he’ll follow - the correct and only logical assumption, so he can’t really fault her for that.

He trips over something within three seconds because turns out taking a nap in the afternoon means waking up in the evening, in the dark. “Not that I don’t love walking practically blind but what is it that’s so urgent we can’t even afford to rest for the night?”

“Rest for the night? I don’t know how you and Geralt did things, bard, but nightfall doesn’t stop me from getting where I want,” Yennefer replies without even turning around.

Jaskier resists the urge to flinch and throws his hands up instead, not that she would see either of those actions anyway. “As I’ve been asking, darling, all I care to know is where you want to be. Oh and while we’re on the subject, why we only portalled halfway!”

“Certain areas are strongly warded against portals, idiot. And I don’t need to justify anything else to you so if you’re going to be a stubborn child about it then you can very well shut up,” Yennefer practically hisses at him.

And so he does.

Unwillingly.

He gasps as his throat closes up, something heavy and tight settling around his neck and forcing him into silence.

He’s dimly aware of himself letting out a small whimper but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t even remotely think to care because he wants to say something, anything, but he can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

He can’t and it’s just like last time with the djinn and he can’t breathe but this time there’s nobody to clutch onto, nobody to take him to a healer, nobody to care about him losing his voice, and he can’t do this a second time around, he can’t-

“Jaskier!”

What exactly is he meant to do about buttercups when he can’t breathe?

He can’t do anything about them because he can’t do anything at all and he’s never going to be able to pick or look at buttercups or any other flower again and it’s all his fault for being so loud and annoying and he wants to go back and change things but he can’t change who he is and he can’t breathe and he’s going to die and-

His knees slam into the ground when his legs buckle and his hands scrabble to dislodge the pressure around his neck but there’s nothing there and oh gods, he must he cursed again because he can’t breathe and he can’t think and he’s going to lose his voice or his life and really those are the same thing and he’s going to die alone and he can’t-

“Breathe, bard!”

He can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

He doesn’t remember how to breathe and it’s too late because he thinks his eyes are open but the world is black so he’s probably already gone blind and now he’s going to go mute and it’s too late for him and there’s nothing to be done and-

“I said breathe!”

And so he does.

Normally.

He gasps again as he finds he can taste the air around him, hauling in breaths as if he’s never been blessed with the ability to do so before.

Pressing his head to the ground as he slowly tries to think past the pounding of his heart, he turns his attention to the quiet chatter of birds and the soothing hand on his back and the feel of leaves beneath his knees and wait, what?

He pulls himself upright, peeling his eyes open and frowning when he sees Yennefer kneeling beside him, one hand still resting between his shoulders and the other balanced on the dirty ground she swore she’d avoid touching.

She beats him to saying anything with a small, remorseful smile. “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t realise how the chaos here would affect my words.”

Oh.

He nods, sitting back on his heels and returning her small smile. “That’s the third time you’ve apologised in just as many days. Are you sure you’re not being affected too?” He asks, wincing at the croak of a voice that leaves his lips.

Yennefer rolls her eyes but he can’t find any malice in the act this time. “I meant it, Jaskier, you don’t need me to cause you additional pain when you have plenty of your own.”

He doesn’t really know how he’s meant to reply to that so he doesn’t, simply taking her hand as she offers to help him to his feet and leaning on her for a moment until his legs decide they’re strong enough to hold him up on their own.

“Thank you,” he whispers softly.

She nods, glancing over him once more before continuing to walk and if her pace is purposefully slower this time, well, neither of them are going to point it out.

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years ago

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Debuff Zane Build

i am tired of not seeing this build in all the zane build videos i watch so im sharing it here because its stupid fun bc u run fast and kill faster. it’s not meta, but its fun as fuck and u have a lot of damage and survivability with it. I’ve completed M4 Slaughter Shaft with it- haven’t tried on M10 yet but i have faith. p.s its 4 am pls have mercy if there’s spelling mistakes.

what ur gonna need is a band of sitorak, zheitseiv’s eruption, a seein’ dead, and the piss grenade. everything else is fair game, whatever u want. try to get it to have the sntl cryo anoint bc good. but u must have the 4 main items for this to work perfectly (it also somewhat works with a low level Frozen Heart bc best shield in the game but you will die a lot more)

also i need a fucking name for this build help

oh god oh fuck i forgot i was playing through the handsome jackpot dlc again

oki im ready to party

this is my current loadout

sometimes i switch the reg Q-System for a kaoson or a nighthawkin if i need ammo (OP QSystem is... OP but not as fun as a tracking grenade QSystem so i don’t care for it) and maybe the brainstormer for a reflux if many shielded enemies (i prefer the brainstormer over the reflux atm. so try for a brainstormer!!)

3rd slot, that’s a monarch which used to be a dictator b4 it got a straight upgrade. I actually don’t use the bipod unless im in a boss fight and don’t need to move fast. usually violent momentum and violent violence cover the dps loss

ur first 3 gun slots honestly don’t matter much. I have my reasons for using them, but you can use whatever u want i think, so long as its a strong weapon (bc unfortunately a lot of weapons are not scaled for m10). u dont HAVE to use the monarch or the Q system or the brainstormer. I recommend them, cuz theyre fun, but u don’t gotta if u wanna swap em out for a a kaoson or a yellowcake or a sandhawk or smth

the last gun is my zheitsev’s eruption. This bad boy, when u reload, shoots out homing balls of debuffery. So every enemy that gets hit with these gets a debuff. I have tried this with the needler but I prefer Zheitsev’s bc it can hit more enemies and once and takes less time. this gun only goes to Blane (ur clone).

for the skill trees we have no points in under cover even tho brainfreeze is the best skill in the gaaaaame

explanations:

really the hitman tree is p self explanatory, u wanna go fast as fuck boiii. My band of sitorak does not have the +15 movespeed while zoomer is active anoint (it has the break shield amp anoint, which is p okay. want movespeed, but a nice human from the reddit gave me this sitorak so i didn’t have to farm). u want drone delivery bc Blane will NOT be throwing grenades. If you try to make him throw grenades with the seein’ dead he will ONLY throw grenades and never fire his gun, meaning he’ll never reload. it’s a nightmare. anyway. u want the piss grenade (ideally with the +25% damage on thrown anoint). im not looking forward to regrinding this when they finally mayhem buff grenades.

we put one point into playing dirty because we want those extra shots and honestly with the amount of times seein’ dead can proc ur kill skills you’ll have it more often than not

we also have points in good misfortune for that sweet sweet uptime (which btw can be infinite using the brainstormer/reflux bc it is essentially a redistributor without the need for ur barrier) the monarch/dictator also does it justice

for Blane u DON’T WANT praemuntis. we want blane reloading as often as gotdamn possible. now unfortunately my seein’ dead gave me a +weapon mag size roll (im actually not sure if this affects blane, but im assuming it does) but it does have the amazing +5 donnybrook so I’m taking it anyway. I am so not looking forward to regrinding a good class mod when they finally release action skill buffs for them. i cri. i actually hear 3 points in donnybrook and 2 in violent violence is p good (or 1 in violent violence 1 in playin dirty) so maybe grinding won’t be so bad. maybe i’ll finally get a +weapon damage roll

u can grab 1 point in ducttape mod and put 4 points into borrowed time if you want. it doesn’t really matter. i current have 5 in borrowed time and 3 in pocket full of grenades (for some reason??? usually i only put 2 in.). U can do that and use those extra points for either ducttape mod or more points in playing dirty.

u NEED quick breather. This skill has a STUPID interaction with the band of sitorak shield because of how quickly it recharges. I’m talking, the instant you swap with Blane, you have full shields and so does he. It’s dumb, I love it. Use it to get out of trouble.

so im probably gonna need to explain why i have 3 points in trick of the light: im a cryo slut. That’s it. put those wherever you want, just make sure you can get Double Barrel. i’ve seen builds where people actually go for brainfreeze, i might try that next time i respec.

Double barrel will make it so blane can use the zheitsev’s eruption and debuff your enemies for you. it’s worth it.

so the augments u want are these:

SCHADENFREUDE. because band of sitorak has such a tiny capacity, ur shield is constantly up. If its not, it’s constantly breaking from full capacity. this does have a fun effect with the amp shield break anoint, but mainly i like it for the 25% damage buff whenever it breaks. its a tradeoff for damage, ur constantly swapping between max shields and more damage, so its actually p constant survivability and damage over the long run.

i grab doppelbanger bc blane sometimes gets stuck in the floor and/or i don’t feel like running all the way back. i wouldn’t recommend getting which one’s real or digital distribution only bc u want him alive as much as possible. u can also get binary system instead of doppelbanger, its up to you

for Zoomer u want bad dose for the movement speed and (sometimes) static field (only if the enemies have shields). this is so if blane goes down or he isn’t taking damage, zoomer can refill ur shields. if the enemies won’t have shields usually i grab winter’s drone or boomsday depending on how i feel.

im actually gonna try to see if i can’t grab brain freeze. hang on. i know trick of the light is frowned upon for most people so lemme just respec. (im sorry i just love the vibes it gives me it’s like HAHA you thought that was me? no!!! boop. and then they’re ice sculptures and man i love h2o i wish emma had frozen more people the only people she really freezes are Greg and Miriam and honestly she doesn’t even kill Greg smh. (Greg is dr denman’s assistant. greg is highkey god.) I do like what she did to Mirami, the fucking implications that YES these teenage girls ARE powerful enough to instakill people, they just don’t out of the kindness of their hearts. Rikki was badass that episode too. actually i love the episode where rikki almost boils a dude alive for making a fool of her with ILLEGAL F I S H and burns people using steam from a pipe. rikki is my favorite mermaid- she knew what was u p. I wish mako mermaids was as badass as h2o was. and the cartoon. god imagine the cartoon violence. sigh. let them use their op superpowers to be SUPERHEROES. like in h2o au i have baron flynt puppeteer people to their deaths from Thor bc he has cleo’s powers like why couldn’t she do that to someone. Like dr denman “lmao bye bitch” or even charlotte (who imho wasn’t bad until cleo started being rude to her. cleo was 100% at fault that season). it wouldn’t have killed her!!! ... instantly. probably. ive never seen avatar in full but i did watch the blood bending episode as a child and as i understand it that’s frowned upon but hey. CAN BELLA TURN PEOPLE INTO JELLY?? harry potter 🅱oneless arms... my god.)

anyway, respeccing.

there goes all my money. rip.

so i think im gonna have to live with the slower reload speed (sob) but yes u can in fact get brain freeze with this build. lemme show...

so ye in the event u just can’t live without freezing people (i know the feeling) feel free to do this. imma play with this for a bit and see if i can live with slower reload. I actually depend on the 100% cryo with zoomer active for all my cryo damage. i also use an ice breaker so they freeze fairly easy (but only on mobs. on bosses u want the snowdrift or something else)

this build isn’t really meta and u might have trouble doing a solo run of true takedown on m10... bc its true takedown on m10, but honestly it’s fun as F U C K. you CAN do it, but it’s not no thoughts head empty like barrier-redistrubutor/yellowcake zane can be so u gotta be on TOP of ur SHIT. i love it. running around killing stuff. it’s fun. i also love teleporting. it’s my FAVORITE THING. I STILL GET GIDDY OVER IT BECAUSE IT’S SO FUN. ask my friends, they will tell you, sometimes i’ll just start gushing over how much fun it is to teleport even though i’ve played zane since release. just. GFDGHKJGDFK so much fun. i just... b o o p. god i love this game. i took a break to play assassin’s creed odyssey (fun sneaky beaky game, pretty awful dialogue) so DAMN i missed this.

here’s a link to a video I took on athenas (my favorite area to run. it’s this game’s bloodshot stronghold!) this is the playlist i listen to while playing Zane. i keep swapping songs during play bc sometimes they don’t fit my vibe or i get tired of them lol (spotify control is hooked to my 4th and 5th mouse buttons so i don’t have to stop playing) i forgot where my shock sandhawk was in my inventory, is what i use to demolish traunt. i was so scared i threw it in my bank earlier on sanc-iii lol (also yes i still slap blane’s ass. it’s to encourage him to kill)

and here’s a link to the save + everything I had on me at the moment (including the stuff i picked up in the vid in case u want it lol) cuz im lazy and don’t feel like clearing out my inventory. some of these are only m4-9. which ones? it is a mystery. you’ll know when the new update releases ;) (no but actually im so hype for mayhem level on the item cards. finally. FINALLY!!!)

why is this video taking so long to upload. hynnnggggg

oh god is that the sun

#borderlands #bl3 #fuk it uploading while the video processes #zane flynt #zane build

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night-raven-dorms · 5 years ago

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Scenario where the reader is a quiet yet sincere person and wishes to express her feelings towards the one she loves, aka: Vil (can she be a part of Heartslabyul and Riddle is like a brother to her; he wants what’s best for her, but doesn’t trust Vil enough to be her guy? He also catches Vil speaking w/ another girl and assumes he’s leading the reader on? Something along the lines of Romeo and Juliet, but w/ no bloodshed)? Hope this is a good enough request, GW. BTW, keep up the good work!

Apple Blossoms

Vil Schoenheit/Reader

Love will always bloom. Not matter the circumstances.

It had all started because of a tea party.

It wasn’t a grand and magnificent party. Simply a small one, specifically one for six people. Even more specifically, it was a rare tea party hosted by the dorm leader himself and the attendees were his for aces and you. His darling little not-sister. The four were shocked to say the least. Riddle Rosehearts, the second year dorm leader with anger issues, had a sweet, sincere, adorably quiet best friend that he considered a little sister. What was even more shocking was how quickly you were able to calm him down after Ace jokingly gave you a wink. It was like watching a fluffy white rabbit taming an angry chihuahua.

When the tea party was over, Riddle had ordered the four to “clean up the mess” while he allowed you to go explore the rest of the dorm grounds (all while a certain Ace of hearts was whining about special treatment). After giving your not-brother and his friends a polite curtsy, you went straight to the place that intrigued you the most: the rose gardens.

The Heartslabyul dorms had an impressive rose garden that was properly cared for and perfectly grown. The beauty of the roses wasn’t the thing that attracted you in the first place. Rather, it was the mysterious hedge maze that winded away into oblivion, and you were determined to find the other side. Upon arriving at the entrance of the maze, you noticed a large black dog with it’s back towards you. Noticing your presence, the dog looked at you, back to the maze, and back at you before running in. You called out to it before chasing after it wondering where it came from.

After several twists and turns, you made it to the other side and into an apple orchard. You looked around trying to find the black dog. However it seemed to have just disappeared into the forest of apple trees. Sighing, you knew you had to head back, but you turned and slammed face first into someone’s chest. You would have fallen over too if it wasn’t for that someone to catch you and keep you steady. “My, my, I must apologize if I startled you miss,” a smooth voice said.

When you were able to get your bearing back, you tilted your head up to see the most beautiful man you have ever laid your eyes on. He let you stand on your own and you took a step back. He spoke up before you could, “Well, you’re a face I haven’t seen before! You must be new here. My name is Vil Schoenheit, and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

He gave a bow. “If I may ask, who are you?”

You gave your own curtsy to him, “My name is (y/n). And you’re right. I’m a new transfer here... um, what is this place exactly?”

Vil gave another charming smile, “This place is the apple orchard in the Pomefiore dorms. It seems like you’ve found the connecting area between the two houses.”

You wanted to ask more questions. A lot more, but you suddenly became aware of how late it was getting. Not wanting to worry Riddle about your disappearance, you both exchanged your good byes before you sprinted back out of the maze and into the familiar territory of the Heartslabyul.

Riddle was waiting at the front of the maze by the time you found your way out. “I had a feeling you were in there.”

“Sorry Rid, I was just-“ he shook his head, cutting you off from continuing.

“Don’t worry I’m not mad at you, I just came looking for you since break will be ending soon. Come on, we can walk back together.”

As the two of you walked, you looked back to the maze. Sitting patiently at the entrance was the black dog that lead you to the Pomefiore dorms. It seemed to smile as it happily wagged its tail. Riddle noticed your gaze and looked back at the hedge. Nothing was there but you continued to stare as if wanting to go back. “Hey, is everything okay?” He asked.

You looked at him and blinked. “Yeah I’m fine. I... I thought I left something there but I guess not.”

He raised his eyebrow. You smiled and shook your head, “Let’s just go back, you need to show me around the dorms right?”

“... yeah...”

You continued to walk side by side until you made it back to the dorm. While you walked into the giant castle to find your bedroom, Riddle went to find Trey. He needed someone to check the maze.

...

For the next couple of days, the you had fallen into a routine with Vil. Everyday you would sneak away after class with small hand made goodies – ranging from baked goods to flower crowns to trinkets – and meet Vil in the apple orchard. The both of you would spend time together and talk about anything.

Today you were sitting in his lap as he played and styled your hair. Next to you, was the basket of heart shaped baked treats you had baked in the morning. In all honesty, you would be lying to say you hadn’t developed feelings for the Pomefiore dorm leader. He was so gentle with you and treated you with so much care, and in all honesty, Vil was also falling for you as well. Those hours spent together soon became both your favorite past times. “Vil, can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything my sweet little apple.”

You blushed at the nickname. “Vil... Thank you for spending time with me.”

He hummed, “I should be saying that to you.”

You smiled as he finished with your hair and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You’re one of the only people that has looked passed my beauty. You actually cared to ask how my days are and made it an effort to see me everday.”

You leaned back into him enjoying the comfortable silence. Unfortunately all good things must come to an end, “I better get going, Riddle will be worried.”

Vil laughed and helped you to your feet, “He must care about you a lot to be worrying this much.”

“Well, I am his ‘little sister’ after all.”

“Or so you say...”

You pouted as he pushed a stray hair behind your ear, “I’m only kidding. I’ll see you again tomorrow?”

You nodded in response. He walked you to the entrance of the maze where you traveled back to the dorms. Unknown to you that a couple of cards were watching your retreating figure.

“What do we do now?” Ace asked.

“We report it to Riddle,” Deuce replied, “he trusted us to find out where she goes everyday remember?”

“Yeah, but doesn’t she look happy with him?”

Deuce only stayed quiet and walked away leaving Ace standing there.

...

The next morning you were woken up by Riddle angrily yelling at you through the door of the bedroom. You were confused to see Riddle, Deuce, and a pretty guilty looking Ace on the other side. “Huh? Whas going on?”

“You’ve been sneaking off to see Vil?”

You froze on the spot. How did they... you looked between Ace and Deuce and groaned. “You were spying on me?”

“Yes I have because I’ve been wondering where you were whenever you disappeared. Tch, had I known you were seeing Vil I would have stopped you a lot sooner.”

You squint your eyes at him, “What do you even have against him Rid?”

“What I have against him is the fact that he’s particularly popular with the girls. I just don’t want you to be heart broken if you find out he’s leading you on.”

“He’s not leading me on.”

“And how can you say that so confidently?”

“How can you not trust me?”

“Listen (y/n), I’m only trying to protect you. Besides, a first year and a third year? Sis, do you know what people would think of you? I’m only trying to make you happy.”

You were getting frustrated and screamed out, “WELL MAYBE I’M HAPPIER WHEN I’M WITH HIM.”

You slammed the door in his face and he stood there stunned. You were always so sweet and nice. You never, if only rarely, raised your voice to yell. The look on your face is what shocked him the most. After all his years of knowing you, you had never looked so betrayed. It was at this moment, he knew he may have messed up. May have. Okay, he did a big mess up. He stood there and rubbed his temples. He hadn’t meant to make you upset (and more than likely cry), he was just trying to keep you from being heartbroken.

He sighed, “Ace, Deuce.”

The two first years looked at him. “We need to go shopping.”

...

Sam the mysterious shop keeper was more than just the go to guy for goods. He was also, surprisingly, a wonderful advice giver. He simply smiled when the three walked into his shop. “How may I help you gentlemen today? Wait, let me guess, is this about the little princess of Heartslabyul?”

Riddle deadpanned. Sam laughed, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The shopkeeper pulled out a deck of tarot cards from under his counter. He gave it a good shuffle, making a spectacle that left Ace and Deuce awed. He fanned out the cards for Riddle to pick. “Pick three,” Sam said with a wink.

Riddle grabbed them and handed them back to Sam who put the thick deck away. He flipped each card over. The first one depicted the vice dorm leader of Pomefiore, Rook Hunt, with a black dog. The second depicted a heart with a tiara wrapped in thorns and roses to protect it. Upon closer look, the heart was bleeding. The third showed an apple tree with small apple blossoms in bloom. Sam explained, “The past, present, and future. It seems like the little princess first met Vil through Rook. Now it seems like she’s heart broken. Not because of Vil...”

Riddle furrowed his brows, “It’s because of me isn’t it.”

Sam only gave a nod, “based on what I see, she feels trapped. She knows you care, and she knows you protect her. Just a suggestion, and it’s up for you to take, but I believe you should let their love grow.”

He gestured to the third card with the apple blossoms which magically changed to grow ripe red apples. Sam picked up the card and handed it to Riddle who stared at it. The dorm leader abruptly turned around and began walking out. Sam quickly asked before he could leave, “Where are you going?”

Riddle stopped at the door. “I need to have a talk with Vil.”

...

Later that day, you were called into Sam’s shop only to find Riddle waiting (rather impatiently) with Sam. Your figure slumped a bit as you walked closer to them. “Am I in trouble?” You asked.

Sam gave a laugh, “Far from it! We called you here because you’re transferring dorms.”

You were shocked to say the least. Transferring dorms? Where would you go? You looked at Riddle for answers. “Riddle... where am I going?”

Before you could answer, the door of the shop opened. Vil had walked into the shop. “I apologize for being late.”

“You’re lucky my patience didn’t run out Schoenheit.” Riddle said glaring at him.

If you were confused you were even more confused now. Riddle sighed and began explaining the situation, “I had a talk with Vil and we came to an agreement. From this day forward you’ll be transferring to the Pomefiore dorms... so you don’t have to keep sneaking off dorm grounds to meet with him.”

You blushed from embarrassment at the last part, but you still hugged him and thanked him with all your heart. Sam had sorted everything out and gave you your new uniform for you to wear, and soon enough the three of you traveled to the Pomefiore dorms. Waiting at the entrance was a tall man with a bobbed haircut; next to him was an awfully familiar black dog. The three of you stopped so you could give your good byes. “Thank you Riddle. I promise I’ll visit you so you don’t miss me too much.”

“You had better,” he demanded, “and you better come over when I host tea parties. Or if I invite you over in general. If you don’t I’ll Trey or Cater to bring me your head.”

He turned to Vil, “You better remember our deal.”

The blonde replied with a smile, “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of breaking it.”

You and Riddle shared one last hug before walking you walked away hand in hand with Vil. As Riddle walked back to his own dorm, he took notice of the countless apple trees the bordered the dorm. All of them in full bloom, showcasing their beauty.

A/N: This came out longer than I expected. Still, I hope you enjoy it and hopefully I did it correctly! Also, thank you for the compliment – and I’m talking to everyone when I say this – they really keep me going.

-GW

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #pomefiore #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #vil schoenheit #disney #reader insert #reader is female #rook was playing cupid #sam is the college wingman #raven request

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rattlung · 5 years ago

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aight homie i just finished a sandwich, let’s fucking go

(I have this thing where i firmly believe that crypto’s drone is like find familiar in dnd. just the idea of him sitting in a room with his squad and feeling secure enough to log onto the drone and get all this information and relay it to them, only to log off and find that they left already gets a cheeky little laugh out of me

also you’re gonna have to forgive all the inconsistencies with the areas such as building layouts in this compared to the game. i’m just rlly missin kings canyon and my brain refuses to process the new map well enough to remember what half the stuff looked like lmao)

and why are crypto and mirage always on the same team but their third gets switched out all the time? who knows. let it be a mystery

i chose established relationship btw :^)

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Mirage hated when the ring closed in in Fuel Depot. There were just too many angles to watch for, too many buildings to hole up in, and too many points of interests to rotate from. Ending up there before the ring caught up usually meant fighting too many squads at once without a break in between.

At least one of the teams had Pathfinder on it. He and Mirage were both perched on separate roofs across from the other, using the back wall and AC units for cover, keeping an eye on each other through the thick plexiglas. Every so often, they’d peek out and fire a few shots off, sometimes hitting, most of the time not.

Once, Mirage had gotten him good, the sound of Path’s shields shattering after two direct hits with his Wingman. Pathfinder immediately fell back into cover, but he upped the volume on his speakers to call out, “Amazing shots, friend!”

Mirage laughed and ducked behind his own cover to reload the pistol. “You’re not so bad yourself, for a bot!”

He couldn’t see him anymore, but he could still hear Pathfinder’s cheerful, “Thank you!”

Shaking his head, Mirage settled down to check his ammo. He could stand to continue his and Path’s weird little competition, poke him down some more to whittle away at his meds, but he wanted to be sure he had enough for the last fight. With the way things were, it was going to be a big one. He could see the alarming red glow of Wattson’s fences through the windows of the building Pathfinder had been standing on. There was no sign of Wraith, but Mirage knew she’d be close if not already knocked out of the match.

Caustic, his other teammate, had hunkered down in the smaller, single-floored house off to Mirage’s right. Every door was blocked off, denying entry to any enemies - and teammates, something Mirage was sure he did on purpose.

There wasn’t any movement anywhere else in Depot, but there were two more teams left that weren’t accounted for. Capitol City was close, but the amount of space that wasn’t being burnt up by the ring was small. If both teams were out there, they would have clashed by now, thought the only shots Mirage heard so far were his own and Pathfinder’s.

Crypto had muttered something about hunting them down a while ago. He’d hopped up onto a desk left behind on the top floor of Mirage’s building, tossed out his drone, and focused on the holo screen in front of him without another word. That had been about ten minutes ago and he still hadn’t said anything yet. Every so often, Mirage would catch sight of a green light zipping in between the little valley separating Depot from Capitol City, so he assumed the chase was still on.

Mirage looked back out over his AC unit and saw Pathfinder doing the same. Quickly, before he could tell himself no, Mirage fired his Wingman once, twice, and didn’t find his mark. Pathfinder ducked back again, anyway.

“Those were warning shots!”

Behind him, through the open door, he could hear Crypto speak. “Gibraltar’s squad,” he announced shortly. “Racing the ring.”

“Loud and clear,” Mirage replied even though he knew Crypto couldn’t hear him. Anything the drone couldn’t see or hear, neither could Crypto, at least when the remote was active. And the drone was way out there, toward Capitol city right where Mirage had expected a team to be. All three teams accounted for.

Wait, four teams. There were four teams left.

That was probably why he could hear footsteps beneath him.

Mirage jolted up to his feet and sprinted back inside, flinging the door shut behind him before Pathfinder could get any crazy ideas. He headed for the stairs rather than alert Crypto, because it might have been Caustic, and he didn’t want to look stupid and panic over a false alarm that would aggravate both of his teammates.

The door downstairs swung open and Mirage could hear the hollow clanking of metal canisters, the sound of boots hitting metal too fast to be Caustic.

Bangalore, then. Mirage had spent too long running from that sound to not recognize it. It was a little lucky, though. He’d fought her enough times to know that she could get a little too eager for a kill; seeing a target with its back to her tunneled her vision. Mirage could handle her, he just needed to take the fight downstairs and away from his stationary teammate.

Who knows, maybe the fighting would draw Caustic out of his little rat hole and he’d actually contribute on his own volition for once. Doubtful, but a man could dream.

Mirage picked off a grenade from his belt and rolled it down the stairs after pulling its pin. He hoped the tapping of metal on metal was enough to grab the soldier’s attention, but if not the following explosion would do the trick. Mirage ran to the door at the opposite end of the room, using the noise to cover his movement, and vaulted over the railing.

He dropped in front of the open garage. Seeing no sign of Bangalore, he sent in a decoy to test the waters for him. It ran calmly in at its own pace and stopped the second it hit a wall, appearing as if it were looking out the window. He almost thought Bangalore had retreated to another building when a single shot cut through the decoy’s head and Mirage heard the ping of the tech on his left shoulder go out as the decoy shimmered away.

Still in the building then.

He pulled another grenade off his belt and threw it toward the corner he’d seen the shots come from. This time, Bangalore answered with the thumping pop of her smoke launcher dropping a thick cloud that smothered the first floor. Mirage cursed, hearing steps cross the room right before the grenade went off - steps that went toward the stairs.

Mirage ran into the smoke toward the sound, ignoring how he couldn’t see a foot in front of him, and pulled his Carbine out from where it’d been resting along his back. Once out of the garage area, the room beyond it was small so it didn’t take more than a few seconds to come across Bangalore through the haze; she let him know he’d found her by swinging out with the butt of her Scout. Mirage ducked under it narrowly and came back up using his shoulder, shoving Bangalore back. If it was hand-to-hand combat she wanted it, it was hand-to-hand combat she was not not going to get. She’d win that any day of the week. What Mirage needed was distance and enough room to aim without firing from the hip.

A blue light began to glow through the slowly fading smoke and Mirage heard the mechanical whirring of a Peacekeeper warming up just in time to lurch away. The spread was more controlled and easy to avoid thanks to the attached choke, but if Bangalore even got one shot in on him, he’d be in a lot of trouble.

The smoke was mostly cleared now and Bangalore rose her Peacekeeper to aim at the first figure she saw, blinking before she could pull the trigger. Mirage stood in front of her, one hand on his hip and grinning like he’d done something to be proud of. To his right, Mirage fired off a round from his finger gun, pretended to blow smoke from the barrel, and winked at her. In between the three of them, Mirage seemed to be checking the state of his hair in the reflection that wasn’t there in the glass of the window. Somewhere off in the back, Mirage waved over the shoulder of Mirage almost like he was trying to get her attention.

Bangalore scowled harshly. “Son of a - “

Behind her, Mirage thumped the back of her head with his Wingman. “Quite the prebi - predippa - “ He winced at himself, pulled the trigger. “Bad situation,” he finished as a purple death box clattered to the floor. “Bad situation, got it.”

“What happened?”

Mirage turned to see Crypto at the bottom of the stairs. He didn’t seem particularly panicked, just eyed the several Mirages that littered the room and the door that was blown out - presumably from one of the grenades he’d thrown earlier. Mirage looked around, too, like it was his first time seeing the chaos himself, then down at the crate Bangalore had left behind, and finally back to Crypto.

“Oh, nothing, honey,” he said, waving the other off to match with his put-on dismissive tone. “Just another one of those salespeople, don’t worry about it. I told them we weren’t interested.”

Crypto’s brow rose and if it wasn’t for the small, tiny snort, Mirage would have thought he wasn’t amused. “Good work.”

The smile dropped from Mirage’s face. “What?”

Crypto’s head tilted. “Good work,” he repeated slowly, coming off more like a question.

“Oh,” Mirage said, though he still sounded confused himself - or maybe shocked. He pulled himself together quickly. The showy grin returned and he shrugged. “Oh, yeah, well, of course. What else did you expect?”

Crypto’s curious look didn’t fade away, but he must have decided to spare Mirage any questioning. “Two teams left. We are almost through.”

Mirage nodded and pulled off his pack, mostly as an excuse to get out from under the scrutinizing gaze. “Right, yeah, just gotta patch myself up real quick.”

“Take your time,” Crypto told him, heading back for the stairs, hands in his pockets. “Caustic isn’t going anywhere.”

----=----

Usually when Crypto ventured out further into the drop ship it was when he knew no one else would be in the halls, and even then he liked to have his drone with him. Elliott jokingly referred to it as the “buddy system”. Any time Crypto would leave, Elliott would notice that the drone would lift from its docking station to follow him and he’d call out, “Wait, don’t forget your buddy!”, like maybe the drone was following him as a preference rather than just being programmed to track and follow Crypto’s position.

But that was Elliott, always putting personality and character into anything.

Today, though, that wasn’t possible. Not after it’d been shot down late in the match earlier that day. He’d been forced to leave it back at it his dorm, laid out on his desk waiting for repairs. Ones that would probably take up the majority of the evening if he got distracted, which he probably would. He still showered quickly, because it was best to get started even if it was tedious.

The mess hall was loud when he passed it and full enough that no one noticed him when he slipped by. They weren’t landing that night as the morning block schedule started tomorrow for the games, so everyone must have gathered to make a mess in the kitchen together rather than spend the night alone. Crypto remembered hearing Gibraltar mention Pathfinder’s stew during the day, but had shrugged off the invitation despite the general interest of seeing how well the robot could pull it off.

He was more interested in the quiet of the dorms. With Octane gone, there was bound to be plenty of it. Every time he even thought about the speakers Octane had set up, pointing out of his room, Crypto felt the corners of his mouth twitch down involuntarily. He never said anything, though, because Octane was nice. Actually, joining the Apex Games forced him to learn several different skills; most were for survival, like how to tune out a lot of incessant noises.

However, when he crossed into the threshold of the dorms, there was still music blaring through the sitting area - music that came from his room. Crypto ventured closer and stopped in the doorway, coming across the sight of Elliott stretched out on his bed, and waited for the other to notice him.

Which didn’t take too long. Elliott let the magazine he’d been reading drop onto his chest then onto his lap when he sat up to smile at Crypto. “Oh, hey. I figured you’d be sneaking around somewhere.” He leaned over to paw at the remote left on the desk and the thundering rock lowered into a more bearable volume. “I fixed your drone, by the way. There wasn’t much I could do about the casing - that’s one gnarly bullet hole. It’s up and running, though, but I would still run diagnostics. Anyway, I was wondering what you wanted to do for dinner, because everyone’s in the mess, but there might be some of Path’s stew leftover by the time they all leave. If not, though, lemme tell ya, I got the best recipe for - what? Oh god, what?”

“You fixed my drone?” Crypto asked, voice tight despite his efforts put into appearing unworried.

“Well.” Elliott threw a look over to where the drone was docked, its eye glowing a faint green. He looked back at Crypto nervously. “Well, now I’m not so sure because you’re acting like maybe me doing that wasn’t very intellella - a very good idea.”

Crypto moved over to the desk, picking up the drone’s control cube and effectively putting his back to Elliott. He didn’t want the other to see his expression or to let on how genuinely worried he now was. There were a dozen different kinds of firewalls he’d implemented into the drone’s software, ones that - if they weren’t passed through carefully enough - could brick the entire system entirely. It was for safety, mostly, since the drone stored quite a bit of data that he technically wasn’t supposed to have. If Elliott had hit even one of those, it was likely Crypto would have to reboot the entire drone. That could take hours depending on how severe the damage to the hardware was. Which, like Elliott had said, was pretty severe. If that were the case, he probably wouldn’t be able to use the drone in the games tomorrow, but -

But besides a slightly distorted screen, the remote communicated to the drone with maybe only a quarter of a second of lag. On the dock, its green light grew more intense and buzzed with power.

Crypto’s shoulders slouched and his head tilted quizzically.

“I’m sorry,” Elliott burst out suddenly. “I probably should have asked - or just, y’know, not even touched it. I just stopped by to wait for you and saw it laying there and thought I’d do you a favor, but - “

“It’s fine,” Crypto told Elliott, and also himself.

The other seemed hopeful, yet still a little unsure at the surprise lilting in Crypto’s tone. “Yeah?”

“Ya,” he assured, turning just enough to show off the functioning holo screen before he snapped the control cube shut. He wanted to ask how he’d managed it, but judging by the shocked expression on Elliott’s face Crypto imagined he wouldn’t get much of a straight answer. In a sense, the trickster still managed to create more work for him, since he now worried about the effectiveness of his security protocols, but he’d work on that later. For now, Elliott really had done him a favor. He pocketed the cube and aimed a small smile at him. “Thank you.”

For a split second, Elliott’s features lit up. A genuine, relieved smile curved his lips and Crypto knew that if something actually had been wrong, he wouldn’t have told the other. That scared him a little bit, implications of what that could mean caught him off guard, but in favor of enjoying Elliott Witt’s smile, he decided he just wasn’t going to think about it.

Because it was gone soon enough, replaced by a cheaper grin that still wasn’t bad to look at. “Don’t mention it,” Elliott told him with a nonchalant shrug. “All in a day’s work. Actually, mention it if you want to, I’m not gonna stop you.”

Crypto scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I think I’ll restrain myself for now.”

“If that blew you away,” Elliott continued, pointedly ignoring him. “Then wait until you get a load of my pork chops.” He paused and gave Crypto a considering look. “That kinda sounded suggestive and weird - but I promise, they’re really good.”

----=----

“We need to push someone.”

Mirage pulled back around the rock he’d been looking out from behind to level his teammate with an annoyed and disbelieving look. “Yeah. Yeah, okay, Wraith, let’s push someone - here’s our options.” He pointed down further into Thermal Station where he’d been watching the boxed in, electric hum of fences. “We got Wattson and Gib’s fortress of solitude, or - “ He then jerked his head to gesture up toward the train tracks high above them, “ - Bangalore’s fun and interactive ‘Shooting Fish in a Barrel’ game. Let’s just push one!”

Wraith narrowed her eyes at him, teeth gritting at the sarcasm. “The ring is closing, Mirage.”

“What do you want us to do, Wraith? We can’t go left without giving Bangalore a clear line of sight. There’s no way we head into Thermal without Gibraltar calling down his bombardment on us on our way in, and even if we did make it, we’d be walking straight into Wattson’s fences. She probably has her weird, generator thing set up, so it’s not like we can just flush them out with ‘nades. No matter what, we’re caught out.”

It really was an unlucky circle. They had landed out at Epicenter and had too many fights that lasted too long; most of the match was spent running and out-healing the burn of the ring. By the time they’d caught up and were able to catch their breath, they were left out of position as the other teams made it there before them. If it hadn’t pretty much cost them the game, Mirage would have found petulant joy in the fact that Wraith really couldn’t prove him wrong.

She looked over at Crypto, who’d been passively watching the argument and looking like he had no intentions to intervene. Wraith rose her brow very pointedly in a nonverbal question Mirage couldn’t catch.

Before he could snap, ask, What are you looking at him for?, Crypto shrugged one shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”

That seemed to satisfy her, because she threw a thankful look up to the sky.

Mirage looked between them. “Take care of what?”

Neither answered him. Crypto’s hands pulled from his pockets and his focus went into the control cube, his drone buzzing to life and zipping around their cover.

Wraith stepped passed Mirage to follow it. “Get ready to move,” she told him, blue sparks crawling around her right arm. She clenched her fist and the air around it popped in a high pitched, suctioning sound. Left behind was a small, pulsing orb with a trail that connected it to Wraith as she took off in a sprint around the very edge of the ring. Straight for Thermal.

“Uh, team?”

The popping of a G7 above them startled Mirage and the dirt kicked up at Wraith’s feet, but she was too fast. Weaving in and out of boulders and using the haze of the storm to her advantage, she was able to avoid the shots until it was all downhill into the factory. Just above her was the green light of Crypto’s drone, keeping pace.

Then, the sky darkened after the low, rumbling call for mortars and Mirage heard himself crying out, “What was the plan, here?”

Before the ground started shaking and explosives started blasting the dirt in smoke and fire, Wraith slid down the decline for the extra momentum and kicked off the ledge right above the platform.

They’ve got a shot on you.

The barrel of Wattson’s Devotion glinted from the glow of the lava when it lifted to aim at her. She could hear the energy start to burn as it fired up.

You’re in danger - move!

“Phasing,” Wraith called into the comms, and with her left hand she pulled. Like a curtain, reality opened for her and she slipped right through.

A few seconds behind came the drone, its green aura already shifting to something much more intense, to blue, to white. It hung above the fortified platform, pulsing, pulsing, until it burst out in a massive wave. Fence nodes sizzled, circuits fried, and the electricity buzzing between them died out. The dome shield Gibraltar had thrown out at the first sign of an oncoming attack fanned and faded away. Even the Interception Pylon hidden behind a stack of crates went dark.

Wraith stepped back through and the second she did, she punched a hole to finish the tunnel. “Portal’s placed.”

The air distorted as something passed between it, and out from the roiling black exit came Mirage, Peacekeeper preemptively raised and ready to fire. Gibraltar’s shields shattered easily on the first hit, knocking him back against the platform’s railing and sending his own EVA-8 blast wide. On the second hit, Gib was down. Mirage cocked the shotgun and turned, but Wraith was already standing above the electrician’s deathbox.

“Only the two of them,” she remarked, twirling the kunai in a competent flip, showing off a job well done.

“That,” Mirage went to add, “must have looked so cool.”

Another surge announced Crypto’s arrival through the portal and Mirage rounded on him instantly.

“Babe, that was sick! That’s gonna be in the highlight reels for weeks, no doubt about it. I didn’t even know you could do that with your drone.”

Minutely, Crypto’s eyes widen and his mouth opened, but nothing came out. Quickly, he snapped it shut and just tried to school his expression when too much time had passed in between the intention to speak and actually speaking. Mirage still stared at him expectantly - shrewdly, even - so Crypto escaped by cutting his gaze away entirely, purposefully focusing on nothing but the deathbox Gibraltar had left.

Huh, Mirage thought, perhaps a little too excited. He sidled up next to the other to pick through some ammo for himself, but mostly so he could reach around Crypto to get a better look at his face and barely hid the fact that he was doing so. Mirage was utterly delighted to find that the apples of his cheeks were a good shade or two darker than usual and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight.

Crypto caught him staring soon enough and glared. He snatched the scope off of Gibraltar’s dropped EVA and ditched the box entirely, pulling the collar of his coat up higher to block Mirage out as he stormed away.

Mirage would have to make it up to him later, definitely. But for now? For now, he was just going to enjoy knowing that fact that maybe he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed showing off.

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plot twist, they BOTH like getting praised.

anyway sorry for the weak ending. was caught up on it for some reason and i tried like five different versions and didn’t like em but i figured getting it out there was better than staring at it. the prompt itself even kinda lost its way tbh but we be out here y’know we’re just chillin

also after wraith’s short i just imagine her and crypto as those types of friends that you had in high school when someone says some dumb shit and you immediately find each other’s eyes across the room and just give each other that long suffering look.

proof read once, so if there’s mistakes let me know - and thank you for sending something in, sorry i barely followed it !

#apex legends #cryptage #crypto #mirage #elliott witt #tae joon park #kon's a writer

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awkwardpsyduck · 5 years ago

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Hi! Love your writing btw Do you think you could write about Izuku, Kirishima, and all might with a s/o who has a fear of doctors/ needles and they go with them to their appointment/ shots? You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to! Lots of love🤍 ⊂((・▽・))⊃

Thank you so much! I am glad you enjoy!

Info: Gender neutral, Izuku and Kirishima aged up about 23/24, all three dating and living with their s/o (separate asks), not quite the request, but these are what came to me and hope you like!

Warning: Needle/shots, hospitals, injury, slight blood, swearing….ugh think that is all

Izuku Midoriya: Flu Shot

You had reread the paper in your hand at least three times already and as it finally sunk in you would let out a groan. Due to a virulent strain of the flu going about and at least two agencies cut to half staff because of it the Hero Commission had sent out a mandate that everyone was to get their flu vaccination by the end of the week. You understood, you really did and fully supported the idea, but why did it have to be a damn shot! Laying your head on the kitchen table your ears would pick up the sound of steps coming closer before the chair next to you was being pulled out, “So I see you got the notice too” Izuku would say with a small sigh, knowing full well you would not be happy.

There were two things about shots that got you, but you really did not count it under a fear. The first was that you could not stand the sight of a needle going into your skin be it for something to be injected or blood to be drawn, but that was easy to deal with as you just closed your eyes until it was over. IV’s were a bit more iffy, but usually the gauze over the actual spot was enough to ease you. The other part was worse and why you absolutely despised getting any vaccine from the flu shot to tetanus and that was no matter what it was you always had some sort of bad reaction. The injection site swelled up, you got a fever or even once had a rash for a week down your arm!

You had explained all this to your boyfriend once when the topic of the flu shot came up in the previous years and he understood, but now you had to do it or you would get suspended until you did according to the letter. Groaning once again into the table you would turn your head to look at him and would see that he did feel bad about it, but your jobs were too important to let something like this stop you. Taking a deep breath you would sit up and sigh, running your fingers through your hair a bit, “I’ll call work and see about taking two days off just in case and then we can go to the clinic in the morning” you reason, though your tone was a bit bitter. Izuku would give you a soft smile, proud of you of course, and would stand to go and grab his own phone, pressing a kiss to your temple as he moved past, “I’ll see about open times” he assure you and much to your dismay it would seem as if time would fly past till your appointments.

You would be fidgeting as the time came, but your boyfriend would give your hand a strong squeeze to assure you he was right there before you head to the counter to sign in. The wait not too long at least you would both head back once called, though were in separate rooms, and went through the usual steps. As it came time you would eye the nurse and the needle, looking away when she uncapped it, and it was over with a pinch. Waiting a few minutes in case of any sudden reaction you were relieved that nothing like that happened, but you were certain you were not home free. Thanking her of course and taking the paperwork you would be out once allowed, grabbing Izuku’s hand soon as you spotted him.

Of course he would let you tug him out, softening a bit as you seemed to shudder it off once outside, “I am proud of you, y/n” he tell you, meaning it of course, but as you decided to get lunch he could see the truth in what you had explained. About two hours later he could see you trembling for a different reason and would press a hand to your forehead, “Fever, come on let’s get you home” Worry creeping into him he would make sure you got home safely and settled on the couch once in some cool comfy clothing. Sitting next to you he would soon be checking you with the thermometer and was relieved your temperature was not too high. He would have to keep an eye on you though and pressing a soft kiss to your lips did not miss your eyes brightening when he told you he had taken off from work as well, just in case.

Eijiro Kirishima: Stitches

How you had ever met Eijiro was still fairly a mystery to you even, you were a civilian in every sense of the word and merely said hi when he had come through the restaurant you had been working at, at the time with FatGum and Tamaki…that was three years ago now and you really could not be happier. He was a wonderful boyfriend and you were completely in love, in fact you were just going to clean up the now dead flowers he had gotten you last week because you were having a bad day. Unfortunately for you that would be the cause of you needing to go to the emergency room for the first time in your life.

You honestly were not sure what happened, you picked the vase up off the bookshelf in the living room, turned around and took a step when you would find yourself falling. Did you trip over the rug you had to cover the area beneath the coffee table? Did you trip over the table? It really did not matter as next thing you really recall was pushing yourself up and feeling something warm down your arm, getting dizzy as you saw it was blood and realizing the vase had shattered. What should you do? Luckily someone else was able to answer that question for you.

Eijiro had heard the crash as he had just been stepping out of the shower and was to the living room at full speed. Body hardening in case of an intruder as one hand held up the towel around his hips. Spotting you on the ground he would relax his quirk, but was seeing the blood quickly, “Y/n! Hang on babe, I got you” he say, in front of you quickly and you would hear fabric ripping before realizing he was wrapping strips of towel around the wound till the bleeding was staunched. “Eiji?” you murmur, confused as you could feel the pain starting to set in and feeling him kiss your head, “Just keep your arm up to your shoulder, I will be right back” being what he said in return, making sure you did as he said before he was up.

Moving quick as he could he would be dressed and had his wallet, phone and keys in his cargo pockets before he was back to you. Scooping you up as if you were a feather, hurrying to the car and to the hospital. As he drove you would luckily come around more instead of passing out to his relief, “I tripped” you speak first and he glance to you a moment, “It’s alright Y/n, we are almost there” he assure you, reaching to give your knee a squeeze as he pulled into the parking lot. Once parked he would be around to get you, carrying you inside and relieved when you were taken right back to be checked out. The nurses would allow him to stay and he kept close to your good side out of their way as he noticed you starting to tremble and not from cold or pain.

“Eiji, I’m scared” you would admit quietly as a suture kit was brought out and he would soften. Hand turning your cheek to face him as the other kept your good hand, “Hey, like I said, I got you babe. Just focus on me” he murmur, pressing your foreheads together as you would get five neat stitches up your arm, “I am just glad I was home” you hear even quieter, feeling his own hand shaking and you just hold him tighter as you whisper, “My hero”

All Might: Hospital

All For One….that terrible monster of a villain had been taken down, but at what cost? You had been shaking and on the edge of your seat as you watched the news unfold, your boyfriend of course arriving to fight and you could just see how hard it was. He very nearly got killed and you just knew he had used the last of his power to end it all. And for that moment it was over. Your view blocked as the news crews were pushed back and your heart was hammering more in your chest.

You had nearly been going crazy until Grand Torino would call you several hours later to tell you his condition, stable, but battered and where he was. You could visit him any time he assured you and it would make you freeze, the one place you avoided was hospitals. The older man knew this, your boyfriend and all of your friends knew this, but you could feel your soul sparking as he added the words, “Toshinori needs you” before he had to hang and in truth you already knew that in your heart. You needed him too, but could you do it? You had too, for both your sakes.

It wasn’t that you disliked hospitals, no you actually adored them in the fact of just what they did in saving people, your problem was the germs. Your mother, rest her soul, had been extremely germaphobic and if it had not been for your father there to balance things you probably would have ended up the same way. Of course you still had your own issues, you could not have any dirty dishes laying around and you had a cleaning schedule, but it was different things every few days. When you went out you did usually wear a mask over your mouth and nose, having several with different patterns you could wash, but that was about the extent.

Your boyfriend knew it all from the beginning and obviously loved you completely as you had been together six years now. It was just hospitals, and nursing homes too really, they were germ central no matter how clean they were. You hated any time you had to go for a checkup or were so sick you needed medicine, it left you shaking and needing at least two showers, but you had to steel yourself. You knew he would be there a while and damn it you needed to see yourself he was alive! So you would prepare as best you could. Taking an immune system booster with a glass of orange juice you would put on the mask he got you for your birthday and would head there.

By the time you arrived you would be trembling, your damn mind noting every sick person you passed as you headed up to the correct room, and it was only the thought of him waiting that was keeping you from a panic attack. Reaching the door you would knock, a new shudder running through you as you were told to come in, relief. It was his voice 100% and your eyes were tearing as you opened the door. You could see the surprise on his face as you took him in, just staring as you heard his happy shock, “Y/n? Sweetheart….” And he was reaching out his one hand to you, urging you to come to him and you would cross the room, fingers wrapping around his own as you forget your fear for a moment. Pulling down the mask to press a deep kiss to his lips, just needing to feel him as he did you and almost missing it as he whispered, thank you.

#mha #mha all might #mha reader insert #mha kirishima eijirou #mha izuku midoriya #bnha reader insert #bnha #bnha all might #bnha kirishima eijirou #bhna izuku midoriya

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alicepink-me · 5 years ago

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Secrets Revealed

By: Alice Pink (Btw I was 14 when I wrote this, so not my best work)

Story Summary:

Chat Noir’s goal has always been to find out Ladybug’s true identity. Can one hint about Ladybug lead to the truth? Secrets will be revealed about the past as mysteries unfold. How will Marinette and Adrien react to everything?

BEWARE LAST CHAPTER AND IT’S A LONG ONE

Chapter 16: London Vacation

June 24th:

Marinette, Alya, Adrien, and Nino have packed for their five day vacation in London. They had traveled on the Eurostar all the way to the United Kingdom. After leaving the train, they headed for their hotel. They eventually entered the Apex Temple Court Hotel, where they were staying.

"Wow." Marinette awed as they stepped into the hotel room. "This place is beautiful."

"Alya." Alya's parents called. "Me and your father will be down stairs. Show your friends where their rooms are and you guys can leave if you want to explore the city."

"Thanks mom." Alya waved, putting down a suitcase. "So." Alya said, stepping in front of here friends. "Adrien, you and Nino can do what ever, but that room is mine and Marinette's." Alya pointed to the right room and opened the door.

"What's so great about that room?" Nino asked.

"This is my gift to Marinette for her birthday." Alya smiled. "Our room has a balcony and Marinette loves balconies."

"What! You guys get a balcony!" Adrien shouted. "I love balconies too."

Alya and Marinette immediately shot Adrien and Nino a strong glare.

"Okay, okay." Adrien and Nino agreed, putting his hands up in defeat.

Marinette helped Alya grab her bags as she dragged them into their room. Marinette turned back around towards the guys and shrugged her shoulders.

"I do like balconies."

Adrien and Nino smiled at each other, shaking their heads before entering their own room.

"So what are we gonna do first?" Marinette asked, bouncing on the bed in their room.

"Sleep." Alya answered, hopping into the bed and diving under the covers.

"We're in another country and all you can think about is sleep?"

"Yep." Alya said, closing her eyes.

"But it's only seven thirty."

"Yeah and I couldn't get any sleep on the train. Me and Nino went to see a movie late last night and I had hoped to get some extra sleep on the train. But sadly that didn't happen."

"Fine." Marinette smiled, getting up off the bed. "I'll let you get some sleep."

Alya had no response. She laid there already half asleep.

. . .

Later That Day:

Marinette walked into the room that Nino and Adrien were staying in.

"So what do you want to do now that we're in London?" She asked with a smile, sitting down next to Adrien on the bed.

"Well there are a ton of amazing things to see here. It's hard to just pick a few." Adrien said, sitting up on the bed. "I do know that I want to see Big Ben, the London Eye, Buckingham Palace, and the London Zoo."

"Sounds like we're gonna be crazy tourists." Marinette laughed.

"Yeah, and I know that I definitely want to go to the London Eye."

"Me too." Marinette got excited. "And I'm mostly excited to see Big Ben. Me and Tikki just want to sit at the very top and watch the sun set like we would in Paris on the Eiffel Tower."

"Well Plagg's not excited to be here, so I won't be having any fun with him. He's not happy since I told him he only gets five meals of cheese a day. I won't be in Paris to get cheese whenever he needs it, so I had to pack a suitcase full of it."

"Ha Ha. My kwami eats sweets, like cookies, and you can find those almost anywhere." Marinette teased.

"Plagg only eats Camembert cheese, so I'm out of luck."

"He would probably eat something else if he was really starving. He's a cat, so . . . he'll probably like anything that's dairy or meat."

"I never thought about that before." Adrien smiled. "He is a cat, so he should like what most cats like. I'm gonna use that against him next time he whines about cheese."

"You should." Marinette giggled.

. . .

June 25th:

Marinette stood on the balcony of hers and Alya's room. She gazed at the city and smiled. Alya was laying on their bed, staring at her phone.

"Hi Alya." Marinette said as she walked back into the room.

"Oh hey, Marinette." Alya said, peaking up, but quickly returned her gaze back to her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm checking the Ladyblog. I wanted to see what everyone thinks about it now that I'm not running it anymore."

"How did they react?" Marinette asked, sitting next to her.

"They're not happy. The Ladyblog used to be so interesting and now everyone's angry." Alya announced, sitting up. "So I've decided to continue running the Ladyblog. Well . . . sort of."

"What? How are you gonna do that? You, yourself, are a hero too."

"Well, I thought that I shouldn't punish everyone for me becoming a miraculous holder. Most of Paris followed the Ladyblog and they might get suspicious that a crazed fangirl just randomly shut down the most popular blog."

"Yeah." Marinette agreed. "It would seem a bit odd."

"I'm letting my fans submit their own stuff to the blog." Alya started. "But I approve everything before it's uploaded. That way no one will have revealing information on the blog. Everyone wins and our secrets are safe."

"That's a good idea." Marinette said, standing up. "I'll see you later, Alya. I'm going to go see Big Ben for some fashion ideas."

"I know you're working for Gabriel Agreste now, but is he really making you work on our vacation?" Alya asked.

"Well." Marinette said, in a suspicious high pitched voice. "He technically told me that I don't have to work while we're here, but this is a whole different country. It's an entirely new area for inspiration and I love fashion designing. Also if I design some really nice stuff, Gabriel might trust me better and let me do more for him."

"Okay, Marinette. Volunteer to do homework when you're on vacation." Alya laughed. "I'll see you later, but be back here at five. My parents want to take us all to the Roux at Parliament Square."

"I'll try to remember." Marinette said, letting her kwami out of her purse. "Tikki! Spots On!"

Once Marinette was transformed, she grabbed her backpack with her sketchbook and leaped off of the balcony, heading for Big Ben.

Ladybug sat down on top of the tower and watched over London.

. . .

"Hey Alya." Adrien started, approaching Alya who was laying on the bed in her room.

"Where's Marinette?"

"Awe. Do you miss her already?" Alya smirked.

"Your acting like I can't live without her."

"Maybe you can. Maybe you can't."

Adrien glared at Alya. "So where is she?"

"Fashion designing in the city. She's looking for inspiration, which is everywhere since we're in a different country. You may never see her again." Alya smiled, looking up from her phone.

"Did she tell you where she was going?"

"Big Ben." Alya replied.

"Finally." Adrien said, walking to the balcony. "I'll go find her."

"Don't irritate her. Me and her will both kill you if you're too clingy." Alya sat up and threw a sharpie marker at Adrien. for him to catch. "And write a reminder on her arm so she'll remember to come back at five so we all can go to the Roux at Parliament Square. I know she'll forget."

"Got it." Adrien gave a two finger salute and called to Plagg. "Plagg! Claws Out!"

Chat Noir left the room and used his staff to reach Big Ben. He saw ladybug perched on the ledge with her legs dangling off the sides. She had her sketchbook in her lap and her tongue was sticking out. She had a smile spread across her face, looking down at the book.

"Afternoon, My Lady." Chat said, sneaking up on Ladybug.

Ladybug shot him an angry glare for sneaking up on her.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"How are you so quiet? You have a bell." Ladybug said, looking up from her sketchbook. "I should have you chipped so I won't lose you and so you can't sneak up on me."

"Hey!" Chat shouted, his eyes widening. "Don't you think chipping me is a bit extreme?"

"Nope." Ladybug grinned.

"Anyway." Chat said, changing the subject as he sat next to her. "What have you designed?"

"Tons of stuff. It was the best idea ever coming here. Being in a new place gives me so much more inspiration."

"Have you designed anything for me?"

"Yeah." Ladybug smiled, looking back down at her sketchbook.

"Like what." He asked, leaning closer to peak at her work.

"Spoilers kitty." Ladybug covered her designs with her hand so Chat couldn't see them. "You have to wait."

Chat Noir made a sad pouting face at Ladybug, trying to convince her.

"That's not gonna work on m-" Ladybug started before being interrupted by a scream. "Ugh! We're on a vacation and we still have to fight crime."

Ladybug stood up as Chat Noir wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her in the sky with his baton. They sat at the top of his staff looking about the city.

"I think the scream came from over there." Chat said, pointing across town. "From that café."

"Let's go."

Chat Noir extended his baton more and let it fall forward for them to land on top of a building. They jumped from the building and landed in front of the café. They walked inside to see citizens hiding under tables. Ladybug walked up to the woman at the register.

"What happened here?" She asked, approaching the woman.

"T-There was a m-man. He came in here and . . . s-stole all of the cafe's money. And he took some food out of the back." She stuttered.

"Did you see where he went-"

"You two!" An angry police officer shouted, pointing at Ladybug and Chat Noir. "You're coming with us." He said, placing a handcuff on Ladybug.

Ladybug looked up at him, before protesting. "What?! No! We didn't do this. We're innocent!" She shouted.

"The police were called from this café and told that a masked criminal robbed this place. And you two seem to be the only ones here with masks."

"Well I'm not leaving her side." Chat Noir said, placing the other handcuff on his wrist. Now he was attached to Ladybug. Ladybug gave him an angry look saying "What did you just do?"

"Unless you guys have any proof that you're innocent, then you must come with me."

"Wait!" A citizen shouted, coming out from under a table. "They are telling the truth. I video taped the entire thing. See." The civilian showed the officer a video on his phone and the officer nodded. "These two are superheroes. Just like Le Paon. Remember." The citizen convinced. "The real criminal is the Hungry Thief."

"Okay." The officer sighed. "I guess you two are free to go. I didn't think London would get a visit from superheroes again."

"Again?" Ladybug and Chat Noir questioned.

"Many years ago a heroine named Le Paon visited London. She had stayed for about a month, saving us everyday. She drastically decreased the amount of crime in the city."

"Oh. Another hero." Chat Noir said, pulling Ladybug towards the door. "Well we better get going."

"Wait! Don't you want me to unlock the handcuffs?" The officer shouted.

They walked out of the café without hearing the police officer yell.

"Wait." Ladybug said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. "We didn't ask him to unlock our handcuffs."

"I'll use my cataclysm on them later, but . . . not now. I want to enjoy every second I get of being this close to you." Chat smirked, leaning in for a kiss.

Ladybug smiled, rolling her eyes at Chat. She turned his head to the side and kissed his cheek.

"Aw!" Chat moaned.

"We better find a place to detransform." Ladybug said looking around a corner of the street. "Everyone's crowding the streets in front of the hotel from the robbery, so we won't be able to sneak into our room from the balcony."

"Okay." Chat said, dragging her into a clothing store.

They hid behind a clothing rack and called to their kwamis to detransform. They left the store, trying to act normal while being handcuffed.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Adrien said, pulling out the sharpie marker Alya gave him. He grabbed Marinette's wrist and started to write something.

"What are you doing?" Marinette asked, giving him a confused look.

"Alya told me to write a reminder on your arm, so you remember to be back at the hotel by five." Adrien said while righting the message.

"But I told her I wouldn't forget."

Adrien looked up at Marinette, raising his eyebrows with a smile. "Yeah. I'm sure you would of remembered."

Marinette gave Adrien a glare until he was finished writing.

"Let's just get back to the hotel now." Marinette turned around, leading the way.

They started walking through the city, back to the hotel. They tried to hide the handcuffs as they walked, but people still stared.

"Why are you in a rush?" Adrien asked while being dragged away.

Marinette stopped and turned around. "I'm not gonna be late getting back to the hotel." She looked towards Big Ben. "It's 4:15 now, and . . . I've never been early before. Why not start now?" Marinette held her wrist in the air to let the handcuffs make a jingling noise. "And I'm tired of these people giving me dirty looks for being handcuffed to you."

"Okay. Let's go back." Adrien said, holding Marinette's hand. "And I don't care what these people think of us. They can stare all they want." Adrien squeezed Marinette's hand, making her smile again.

They made their way inside of the hotel. They entered their room and saw Alya sitting in the living room reading a magazine.

"Woah. What happened to you two?" Alya chuckled.

"He handcuffed me to him against my will." Marinette answered.

"Hey! Adrien, I thought I told you not to be so clingy."

"I'm not. I just didn't want her to get arrested without me."

"Arrested? What happened to you two?" Alya said, sitting up from the couch.

"We were falsely accused of a robbery." Adrien said.

"Oh." Alya laughed. "You two are the weirdest couple ever."

Marinette and Adrien looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. "Yeah." They agreed.

"So what are you going to do about being handcuffed to each other?"

"I'll destroy it." Adrien sighed, letting Plagg out of his jacket. "Plagg! Claws Out!" He transformed quickly and grabbed ahold of the chain. "Cataclysm!" He shouted, disintegrating the handcuffs and detransforming again.

"Finally." Marinette said, brushing bits of the chain off her pink jeans. "That was too close for comfort. Now I'm spending the rest of the day perfecting my designs."

Marinette left to hers and Alya's room.

"Marinette!" Alya called. "Don't forget that we'll leave at five to got to the Roux at Parliament Square."

"I know." Marinette said, poking her head around the door. "Adrien wrote it on my arm." Marinette smiled, showing Alya her arm. "And remember. We're going to see the London Eye tomorrow. Don't forget." Marinette gave them a glare before sliding her head back in the room.

. . .

June 26th:

"Time to go see the London eye!" Marinette screamed at Adrien who was still sleeping.

"Ah!" Adrien shouted, throwing his pillow at Marinette's face.

"Thanks for the pillow." Marinette smiled, throwing the pillow back.

"Why would you do that?" Adrien asked, his heart beating fast. "You scared the crap out of me."

"It's ten o'clock and I told you yesterday that we're going to the London Eye."

"So that means you give me a heart attack early in the morning?"

"Well me and Alya already went for coffee this morning and it was so good. But when we got back here, I was so happy and I really really want to go right now." Marinette whined, pulling Adrien's arm.

Adrien saw the caffeine in her eyes and turned to the giggling Alya, who was standing in the doorway. "You did this." He said, pointing a finger at her.

"I can't help it if she likes coffee." Alya laughed. "Besides, I like the way her eyes light up when she drinks too much."

"It makes her go insane. Give her decaf. That's what I do when I take her out for coffee."

"I prefer to give her double the caffeine." Alya grinned. "It's really fun to watch you try to wrangle her."

Adrien glared at Alya before looking back at Marinette who was laying on his arm. "Okay Marinette." He stated. "Let's go see the London Eye."

"Yay!" Marinette shrieked, hugging Adrien. "Let's go."

Marinette quickly dragged Adrien out of the room and past Alya.

"I'll get you back for this." Adrien said, pointing at Alya before she was out of sight.

. . .

"What is Adrien getting back at you for?" Nino asked, approaching Alya, as he watched Marinette take Adrien away.

"I gave Marinette coffee." Alya smiled. "And with double the caffeine."

"But doesn't Marinette like . . . go insane with too much caffeine?"

"Yep."

"Well Adrien's gonna have a fun day."

"Don't worry. Marinette will crash soon. We got coffee forty-five minutes ago and it usually makes her go insane for just an hour before it runs out." Alya grinned, taking out her phone and looking at the screen. "Adrien has about ten to fifteen more minutes with psychotic Marinette."

"Lucky him." Nino laughed.

. . .

"Well . . . we finally get to board the London Eye." Adrien said, leading Marinette forward.

"Yeah. But waiting twenty minutes in line was worth it." Marinette said, yawning.

"I see your coffee has worn off."

"Yes, but I'll still enjoy the London Eye. I just won't be crazy excited."

The two stepped into a passenger capsule and the ferris wheel started moving once they were inside. Marinette ran over to the other side and stared out at the city.

"Look Adrien." Marinette said, pointing at the glass. "There's Buckingham Palace. We should go there later."

Adrien smiled at Marinette and nodded. They gazed at the city as the ferris wheel continued to move. Marinette heard a couple beside them talking about their hero forms.

"Hey John, Did you hear about that café being robbed yesterday by the Hungry Thief?" The woman asked to her husband.

"You mean the one where those two masked heroes showed up?"

"Yes." The woman said, looking down at her phone. "And I did a little bit of research online and found out that the two heroes names are Ladybug and Chat Noir. They usually protect Paris, France."

"Then why would they be here? Shouldn't they be in Paris?" Her husband questioned.

"I don't know. Maybe they're here to protect us from the Hungry Thief." The woman acknowledged, putting her phone away. "They seem to be just like Le Paon."

"Hopefully they'll catch the Hungry Thief." Her husband added.

Marinette turned to face the couple.

"Excuse me, ma'am. But who is the Hungry Thief?" Marinette asked.

"I'm guessing you're not from around here." The woman said, turning to Marinette. "The Hungry Thief is a man that mostly robs cafe's and small shops. He has been robbing London for over a month now and yesterday two heroes showed up at a café he robbed."

"I heard that London has had heroes visit before. Is that true?"

"Yes." The woman answered. "There was a woman called Le Paon that came here for over a month to fix some of the crime in London. She looked like a peacock and she really changed London for the better." The woman smiled. "I hope the two new heroes that have visited will catch the Hungry Thief."

"Thanks for the info." Marinette smiled, turning back to Adrien. "I guess we have some work to do, Adrien."

"Instead of saving Paris, now we're saving London."

"But first . . . we look at this amazing city and then later we go to the Buckingham Palace. This is still a vacation." She smiled.

. . .

June 27:

Marinette sat on the balcony next to Adrien who was on his phone.

"Adrien . . . did you ever ask your mom about her miraculous?" Marinette asked, looking over at him.

"No." Adrien's eyes widened, as he looked up. "I completely forgot about it. I should have asked her what her miraculous was and what all she did."

"Well now you have a lot more to talk about with her." Marinette added. "Although . . . I think I might know what her miraculous is."

"Really! What is it?" Adrien shook Marinette with excitement.

"I think she was Le Paon. The peacock miraculous holder." Marinette said, scooting her chair closer. "I was thinking about it and Master Fu has all of the other miraculouses. Before Nino and Alya got their miraculouses, Master Fu didn't have our miraculouses plus the moth and peacock one. And your mom gave your dad her miraculous and we both know your dad has the moth."

"Yeah. This all makes sense now. She must have been Le Paon." Adrien said in realization. "That also means that she came to London not too long ago."

"Well since London is familiar with superheroes, then they shouldn't be bothered by us." Marinette concluded, pickling up a cup of coffee from the table next to her. "Hopefully they're as welcoming as Paris." She sipped her coffee as Adrien's eyes widened.

"That's decaf, right?!" Adrien asked, pulling it away from Marinette. "Because I don't need a crazy Marinette wandering around London."

"Yes, Adrien." Marinette rolled her eyes, pulling the mug back. "And I don't need a paranoid Adrien panicking in London."

Adrien glared at Marinette before giving her a smile.

"Well I'm just looking out for you. If we really are going to save London, then coffee is not going to help by making Ladybug go insane." He grinned, leaning closer.

"Hmm." Marinette put her hand under her chin and looked up at the sky. "I haven't tried acting like a crazy hero with coffee before. Although I don't think people would like me like that."

"I would still like you." Adrien smiled, kissing the top of her forehead.

"And that's what I love about-"

Marinette was interrupted by police sirens.

"Again." She sighed.

"It looks like they're headed to that plaza over there."

"I bet that's the Hungry Thief." Marinette announced, standing up. "We should check it out." Marinette said, walking back into the hotel room.

Adrien followed her back in and they both motioned for their kwamis to come over. Tikki and Plagg had been talking with Trixx and Wayzz on top of one of the dressers.

"Plagg! Claws Out!"

"Tikki! Spots On!"

They transformed and walked back to the balcony as Alya and Nino entered the room.

"What are you two doing?" Alya asked.

"There are a bunch of police sirens. Probably the Hungry Thief. London needs saved." Chat Noir answered, backing away towards the balcony.

Alya and Nino looked at each other, not knowing what they're friends were talking about.

"What's the Hungry Thief?" Nino asked, confused.

"More importantly, do you need our help?" Alya added.

Ladybug looked at Chat Noir and they shook their heads.

"No. We'll be fine. Besides, you two have no idea what's going on or who it's about." Ladybug said as her and Chat Noir went back out to the balcony.

The two of them leaped up to the hotel roof and bounced against rooftops until they arrived at the scene. There were two police cars standing outside of a bakery. Ladybug and Chat Noir walked inside to see The Hungry Thief no where to be found.

"What happened?" Ladybug asked.

"It was The Hungry Thief." A woman said, approaching them. "He came again and stole all of the money from the register and stole three of the pies. The owners of this place already checked the security cameras, but they were all blank." The woman said sadly.

"Did anyone see where he went?" Chat asked, comforting her. "Do you know anything else about him?"

"No. He always escapes some how . . . but!" The woman shouted. "He always robs a place on the hour. He robs three to four places a week and it's usually in the afternoon. He's always quick and never wastes time to talk. Please tell me that you'll catch him! Please!" The woman cried. "The Hungry Thief had robbed my father's shop four times and now the shop has closed and will never be able to open up again."

"Don't worry." Ladybug said, placing her hand on the woman's shoulder. "We'll find him."

"Yeah." Chat agreed. "We'll look for clues and hopefully find him."

"Thank you." The woman sniffled, wiping away a few tears. "Thank you Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"How do you know our names?" Ladybug asked, moving her hands to her sides.

"I saw you two on the news this morning. You were shown with the news story about the café down the street being robbed."

"Oh." Ladybug smiled. "Anyway . . . don't worry about anything. Me and Chat Noir will investigate."

The woman hugged Ladybug and Chat Noir before they left the bakery and headed back to the hotel.

. . .

June 28th:

"Adrien." Marinette whispered. "Adrien, wake up."

Marinette sat on the floor next to Adrien and Nino's bed, shaking Adrien awake. The room was dark, but she could still see most of Adrien.

"Adrien!" She whisper shouted, raising her voice.

"What?" Adrien moaned, turning his head on it's side and slowly opened his eyes. Adrien saw two pigtails and guessed it was Marinette through his blurry vision. "Marinette." Adrien sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing in here?"

"I woke up early to watch the morning news to see if they showed any information about the Hungry Thief." Marinette said, leaning on the bedside.

"And that means you wake me up at . . . " Adrien looked around to see the dark room. "What time is it?"

"6:00 a.m."

"And why am I up?"

"Because I searched for clues in the news stories and . . . I think I know where the Hungry Thief is hiding."

"It couldn't wait til like . . . ten?" Adrien yawned.

"Nope." Marinette grinned. "You can get your beauty sleep later and I don't want to sit in my room for four hours waiting, practically killing me inside."

"Okay fine." Adrien accepted, sitting up in the bed. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Okay." Marinette said gleefully before Adrien shushed her and whispered for her to be quiet so she doesn't wake Nino. "I'll try to stay quiet." Marinette smiled. "Well these are the main things people know about The Hungry Thief: 1. He always robs a place exactly on an hour, 2. He robs food places, and 3. He stays in London. But I researched him and all of the places that were robbed and guess where all of those events occurred. They were all by Big Ben. That explains how he was always on the hour wherever he went. Also . . . " Marinette smiled. "I think that's where he's hiding."

"Really? How did you figure that out? I never would have."

"Well I have this guess that I might be . . . a genius." Marinette grinned. "Or it could be that I've been thinking for almost two hours about this."

"Geez Marinette. How long have you been up?"

"Since like . . . four thirty."

"You need to sleep more."

"I'm fine." Marinette assured.

"Whatever, but If I go with you now to catch the Hungry Thief, will you promise me that you'll get some sleep when we get back?"

"Yes." Marinette said, pulling Adrien off the bed so that he was standing up. "Now let's go." Marinette looked down at Adrien, her cheeks turning red. "And Adrien . . . get dressed." Marinette laughed, walking away.

Adrien soon realized he wasn't wearing any pants and covered himself up. He was just in his boxers.

. . .

Ladybug sat on the balcony in one of the chairs. She sat their with her legs crossed, waiting for Chat Noir. Chat was finally transformed and walked through the other bedroom, covering his eyes. He had slept in just boxers, but he didn't know what all Alya was wearing and he wasn't going to find out.

"So My Lady." Chat Noir grinned, leaning against the doorway to the balcony. "What are we gonna do?"

"Oh. So nice of you to show up, Kitty." Ladybug smiled. "I left Alya a note on her bed so they know where we are." She said, standing up from her seat.

"I wouldn't have thought to do that, but good thing you did or they'd be worried."

"Yeah." Ladybug agreed. "Anyway . . . I think we should check out Big Ben. The Hungry Thief might be hiding there."

"You lead the way." Chat said, following Ladybug off the balcony.

. . .

Ladybug and Chat Noir found their way into the tower. They hid low on the steps leading up to the top, behind the railing. They looked around the tower and saw nothing but an empty room.

"Where is he?" Ladybug whispered, squinting her eyes. She brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned closer. She listened for any sound. "Maybe I was wrong." She said, looking down in disappointment.

Chat placed his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "Wait." Chat looked up as his ears twitched. "Do you hear that?"

"Hear what? The room's empty."

"There's . . . like a faint . . . whistle."

"It might be from outside." Ladybug suggested.

"No." Chat said, walking up the last few steps. "It's definitely from this room, but . . . where?"

Chat Noir walking around the room, looking around at everything. Ladybug followed him up and looked around, confused. Chat stopped at the edge of the room and his ears continued to move.

"It's definitely right here." He said, stomping on the floor. "There isn't anything above or below this spot, so . . . how is there whistling."

"Wait. Look." Ladybug mumbled, walking over to the corner of the room. "What's that?" She said, pointing up at the top of the corner where a small red dot was.

"It looks like a button." Chat Noir said as he walked over to Ladybug and looked up. "I wonder what it does."

"Only one way to find out." Ladybug said, tossing her yo-yo up at the button.

The button sparkled and the whole room changed into a bedroom.

"What the." Chat mumbled, looking around at the transformed room.

The room was now brown with a bed in the corner. There was disorganized stuff all over the place.

"Why would there be a secret room inside of Big Ben?" Ladybug asked, scrunching her eyebrows.

Suddenly a man appeared in the center of the room. He turned around to face them as he stopped whistling.

"You!" He shouted. "How did you two do that? You aren't suppose to know about this room."

"You're The Hungry Thief." Ladybug pointed out the obvious. "Why and how do you have a hidden room in Big Ben?"

"Yes. You figured it out. I am The Hungry Thief and this is where I live." He grinned. "And it seems you're wondering why I live here. Well I'll tell you."

"Good." Ladybug said, leaning closer to Chat Noir. "Send a message on your baton to Alya so she can call the police."

Chat Noir nodded his head as The Hungry Thief continued to talk.

"So my story is that I'm in debt to everyone. My parents, my siblings, my friends . . . " He began. "I owe everyone money so I started robbing places to get the money that I needed. And I rob food places because I need food and they are small, which means less people-"

"But why the hidden room? And why Big Ben?" Ladybug interrupted.

"Well Ladybug." He started. "I found someone that said he could give me a hidden room if when I rob enough places, I give him some money. I chose Big Ben because tours are here during the day and I won't disturb anyone if I'm loud. Also, the ceilings are high so no one will notice the button. And if they do, then they can't reach."

"Smart for a criminal." Ladybug noted. "But you won't be staying here long." Ladybug said, stepping forward.

Ladybug tripped over a tripwire and was trapped in a rope.

"Oh yes I will." Hungry Thief remarked.

"Ladybug!" Chat shouted, running over to her.

"Why do you have traps in your room?" Ladybug asked.

"In case people like you find me."

"Ladybug." Chat whispered, trying to untie the rope and knots. "Alya called the police. I'm trying to untie these, but they're too tight. I'll use my cataclysm to get you out."

"No." Ladybug stopped him. "You can get me out later. Use your cataclysm on the walls to destroy the room."

Chat nodded his head and shouted "Cataclysm.". He touched the walls and they crumbled. The room changed back to the regular Big Ben inside.

"No!" The Hungry Thief raged.

As the room changed, the police rushed up the stairs. They grabbed ahold of The Hungry Thief and carried him away. The police helped Ladybug out of the ropes and Chat Noir helped her up.

"Thank you so much Ladybug and Chat Noir." One of the officers said.

"Oh. You're welcome." They both said.

Chat Noir looked down at his ring that lost a paw print.

"Well we should get going." Chat said, wrapping his arm around Ladybug and walking with her towards the stairs.

They headed down the stairs as Big Ben rang, marking 7:00 a.m. Ladybug stopped on the stairs and froze. The bell's ring echoed inside of her head.

"What is it?" Chat asked, looking at Ladybug.

"I-It's . . . my head." She said, putting her hand on her head. "I just got a head ache and . . . it's like I'm . . . dreaming or . . . remembering something."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"No. I'm fin-"

Ladybug collapsed right into Chat's arms. He picked her up and carried her bridal style out of Big Ben and all the way back to the hotel. He hurried into the room and set her down on hers and Alya's bed. Alya walked into the room at the same time as they did.

"What happened to her?!" Ayla screamed, running over to Marinette.

"I don't know." Chat said, kneeling down next to her. Chat's transformation wore off and he changed back to Adrien Agreste.

"What do you mean you don't know-?!"

"Alya!" Alya's mom called. "Is something wrong? Is everything okay in there?"

Alya peered her head out the door. "Yeah, mom. Everything's okay."

She tried to give them an okay smile, but gave them a slightly suspicious one. Her parents looked at each other, confused. Alya immediately shut the door and slid down it to the floor with a loud sigh. She got up again and retreated back over to Marinette.

"So what's going on?" She said, lowering her voice.

"I don't know." Adrien whispered. "We caught The Hungry Thief, but right after she said her head hurt and then she collapsed into my arms. I have no idea what's wrong with her-"

Adrien was interrupted my Ladybug moaning in her sleep. A frown appeared on her face and she moved her head to the side. Her eyes slowly crept open to see Adrien next to her.

"Marinette!" Adrien shouted, relieved.

"What?" Ladybug asked, sitting up. "Why am I here?" Ladybug looked down to see that she was still in costume. "Tikki. Spots Off." She whispered.

"When you collapsed, I brought you here." Adrien answered, getting up to sit next to her. "But Marinette . . . why did you collapse?"

Marinette's eyes widened as she remembered. "I was remembering something!" She shouted, shaking Adrien. "I remembered something that I had forgot about in the Betweens. The book told me that I would only unlock the secrets when the time was right. I guess that Big Ben made me remember and . . . we need to get back to Paris." Marinette babbled.

"Woah, wait. Slow down, Marinette." Adrien said, placing his hands on Marinette's shoulders.

"Yeah, Marinette." Alya said from the edge of the bed. "Speak understandably, so we can help."

"I was reading about a book about the future in the Betweens. It told me about the future, but I forgot everything when I looked away from the it. And now I'm starting to remember what I forgot." Marinette finished.

"What did the book say?" Adrien asked, confused.

"It said that a great evil is coming and he will be much more powerful than Hawkmoth. I think he's called the Collector. And we need to figure everything out when we leave for Paris tomorrow." Marinette paused and put her hand under her chin to think. "And . . . there's something else, but . . . I can't seem to remember yet."

"Well we'll figure everything out when we get back to Paris." Adrien smiled. "I'm just glad that you're okay." Adrien wrapped his arms around Marinette and hugged her.

"Such a crazy vacation." Alya mumbled, snapping a picture of them hugging on the bed with her phone. "Til we're back in Paris."

The End

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So I made this story like 4 years ago now and it seems to be the most read of my stories, but there are some things I'd like to fix. Maybe some grammar fixes and making the story more descriptive in some parts. But I want your guys' opinions first, so if you'd like me to update the story, comment about it.

-Alice Pink

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championfrita · 5 years ago

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Creepiest Locations in Pokémon

So, I don't really do Top 10 lists or stuff like that but I recently recieved Black 2 from a friend and reached one of the creepy game locations (you know what I'm talking about).

Suffice to say, I thought I'd talk a little about the creepiest locations in Pokemon.

Without further ado, let us begin!

Strange House - Unova Region

Yeah yeah, playing Black 2 so OF COURSE I'd put this on the list, right? Well that's not why. I put this on the list because it, for me, is the CREEPIEST location in Pokemon. Having not played White 2 in a while (because I lost it heh heh ^^') I had mostly forgotten it until now. I find Strange House to be the creepiest location in Pokemon not just because of the way it looks. The entire thing is Hellagar creepy. Not only does it have some of the eeriest music ever, but the furniture moves on it's own. AND YOU CAN HEAR IT MOVING. Straight up paranormal crap guys (and I'd know, I have paranormal investigative training and I'm a sensitive). When I first encountered this place I was super tentative about walking around inside. I jumped three feet when the first Pokemon Battle activated, no joke. Not to mention the backstory. A little girl put in an eternal nightmare by Darkrai who never wakes up and dies in her sleep? Yeah, no thanks. *horrified shuddering* Let's move on, shall we?

Old Chateau - Sinnoh Region

Yeah, you guys kinda expected this one huh? I put this on the list because it also has some seriously creepy music. Sure, Strange House is creepy, but mostly on the inside. Old Chateau is creepy ALL AROUND. Even the dilapidated exterior just screams "Yeah btw I have demons locked up in here, that a problem bro?" HELLGAR YES, IT IS! But that isn't even the creepiest part. The Chateau is straight up haunted. Ghosts of residents and even a butler can be found wandering around inside. Encountering them is for the most part a random event, except for the little girl, who you simply encounter by entering rooms on the second floor in order. Still not the creepiest part. In one of said rooms is a painting...who's EYES MOVE WITH YOU SO IT IS ALWAYS WATCHING. Plus in the kitchen possessed tableware flies at you if you stay too long. Even better? Find all the ghosts and a secret door under the stairs opens up to take you to the basement. Lovely. And guess who's down there? The creepy as Shuppet Gengar who's been using that painting I mentioned earlier to stalk you. I was so afraid of this place that I wouldn't enter it for like 2 years after the games came out. One look and I was like "Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope. Did I say NOPE?!"

Lavender Tower - Kanto Region

This is obviously a classic from my childhood. Lavender Tower was the original creepfest of Pokemon, and while it may not actually be all that scary anymore, going in there without a Silph Scope was terrifying as a kid. Literally everything was a ghost, not just the ACTUAL ghost of Marowak that haunted the place. Even your Pokemon were too scared to fight in this place. Not to mention the crazy as Shuppet Channelers walking around the joint. Yeesh. Get a life guys.

Caves - All Regions

I know, I know. You're all thinking, Seriously?! You're afraid of CAVES?! Well hold on. Have you ever walked one without Flash, back in the old days when the screen was just black? It's not so much the dark that's terrifying. It's the idea of never escaping that cave. Of being lost in there forever because you can't bear to lose those Pokemon you've spent months lovingly raising. Without Flash, your options were: Try and stumble around in the dark hoping to get lucky and find a way out, or restart your game and do things from the beginning because you done messed up my friend. Horrible. Not to mention you had no idea what might be down there.

Kaminko's House - Orre Region

I don't care what you say, when the screen suddenly goes black and white and some deranged lunatic comes flying out of a creepy mansion surrounded by dead trees roving like a madman to challenge you to a battle, it's creepy. It may not be super scary, but still creepy. Especially when you enter the building and discover that it's home to basically a mad scientist. For a while I thought the player character, Michael, was gonna almost get murdered. Super weird stuff in there I tell you.

Scary House - Kalos Region

Not actually that scary. The way this location becomes pretty creepy is by watching the XY anime episode that goes with it. It reveals the house to basically be a house of horrors for Ash and friends. The old man they find there says it's all for the sake of saying hello the Ghost Pokemon Way. Entertaining his guests with a good scare as it were, except that at the end of the episode both he AND THE HOUSE DISAPPEAR. Then they reappear for Team Rocket. A DISAPPEARING HOUSE?! How is that NOT creepy?

Chargestone Cave - Unova Region

It's dark, weird stones float around, and it has creepy music. Yeah, no thanks. That being said, I absolutely LOVE Chargestone Cave. It is one of my favorite locations in Pokemon, but it's still creepy. You can practically FEEL the supercharged air through the game screen, which sets off all your instincts to flee, and you never know when a Pokemon is gonna suddenly attack you. It just has an all around creepy feeling to it.

Pokemon Mansion - Kanto Region

Oh look, and abandoned mansion. Let's go look inside! Creepy music and statues with switches and eyes that light up? Great! Oh boy, a book! Let's read it. Oh it's a journal…with the creation of a superstrong clone of Mew in it…Oh yeah, btw you're just casually walking around in a place where Mewtwo SLAUGHTERED ALL OF IT'S CREATORS. LOVELY! No big deal, just an abandoned house of DEATH. And you better have an Escape Rope with you if you plan to jump off that broken floor, cuz if you don't you'll be stuck there…FOREVER. Place is super creepy. And thanks to the one and only Braxton Burks and his musical reboot called Kanto Symphony, it just got creepier. Woo!

Route 217 - Sinnoh Region

Yup. I'm just gonna paste this snippet from Bulbapedia:

“If the player re-enters the house near the Ice Rock after the Spell Tag is obtained, the woman that gives it has disappeared. When obtaining the Spell Tag, her speech is: "...A person...? ...A rare sight... ...Thank you for visiting... ...A gift..." The nature of the item, in conjunction with Ace Trainer Olivia's comments of hauntings in the area, implies that the woman was a ghost, specifically a Yuki-onna.”

A Yuki-onna is a Japanese ghost woman who froze to death and roams snowcovered mountains waiting to kill people. It's a wonder the player survived. O.O

N's Room - Unova Region

I LOVE N. Love, love, LOVE him, but his room is creepier than a Mega Banette in a dark alley. N obviously has some serious mental issues, and it's this implication of dereanged mental health, combined with equally deranged music, that makes this place so darn creepy. The whole CASTLE is creepy, but this room takes the cake for creepiest room in the whole building.

Abandoned Site - Alola Region

Not exactly THE scariest location, this newest of creep fests lies in the context of it and the idea of being there in person. I know I'd find it super eerie, especially at night and when Accerola mentions she thinks you're crazy because the room you found Mimikyu in doesn't exist. Gave me some chills, let me tell you. Observant players will notice Mimikyu in the background of this scene, shuffling away behind the chainlink fence.

Pokémon School - Alola Region

While normally cheery and upbeat, if the player does a sidequest in UltraSun and UltraMoon this innocent place of learning turns into the stuff of nightmares. A creepy little girl and her Drifloon want you to look into some rumors...and appear only at night. The music makes for utterly terrifying atmosphere that will give you chills, especially if you find your own school creepy at night. While the occurences turn out to be completely harmless or normal things they make for some heartpounding suspense, and the little girl and Drifloon mysteriously disappear after you finish investigating. Creepy. It is strangely satisfying if you time it right like me and end up completing the quest at in game dawn though.

And that's about it. What locations do YOU think are creepy? Let me know in the comments!

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