#spear.... there is already chloe

[yuuminni]

nothing funnier than goldmary joining the team saying "sorry if i make your other teammates seem obsolete" and then you look at her stats and its. painfully mediocre.

[sugawhaaa]

hi love how are youuu <3<3

So, as my p1harmony writer of trust, i shall confess that i am in desperate need of jongseob content. And maybe youve already seen this, but this. This makes me *feral*.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3sYJK3voX5/?igsh=MWx1eGFtcG9yNXR3Zw==

I dont know who decided that its a good idea to put im in a crop top and pants like that, but *lord*, they deserve an award. Anyway, you probably know what im hinting at, and in case you dont, man's looking *tasty*

Pls whatever you can come up with is fine i will literally mention you in my will because I am actually deceased right now thank youuuu mwah<3 have a good one and thx for listening to my random jongseob rant byeeeee<3<3

JONGSEOB ONE-SHOT

"I already know how it feels,"

Warnings::none (?)

Genre:: friends to lovers, little bit suggestive

Pairing:: bsf!jongseob x fem!reader

A/N:: sorry this is sooo shorttt it could've been longer but I feel like for this prompt it's quite good.

Request:: hiii I'm good ty ₍^ >ヮ<^₎ .ᐟ.ᐟ thank you for all the compliments (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) and dw I am down bad for Jongseob this era too 👌mwah mwah ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ ur request made my day and I'd listen to your rants any day (╯✧▽✧)╯

You turned off the shower and pushed the curtain aside. You stepped out of the tub and dried off your body and hair. You did some basic skin care like a cleanser, toner, and moisturizer before wrapping your warm towel around your body. Your hair still dripping a bit. You opened the door from your bathroom and walked to the main area of your hotel to see Jongseob. You blushed as you stared at him, water dripping from your hair.

"Sorry..." he says softly with pink cheeks. His brown turtle neck sweater swallowing him. You sigh.

"It's fine," you chuckle and go over to your bedside. Jongseob carefully scoots over to you, his headphones that are wrapped around his neck still playing some Lofi beats. As much as he told himself he had no romantic attraction to you his eyes were still glued to your exposed skin and wet hair which made his heart flutter. You used your handheld mirror to brush out your hair and through it, you could see jongseobs curious and filthy eyes.

"You see something?" You said in a teasingly seductive tone.

"N-No!" Jongseob jumped and looked away. You giggled at him with a smile.

"Are you sure~" you teased further as you leaned closer to him, putting your mirror down. At first he looked away from you but after a moment he looked back at you. His eyes went from your face to your chest and a twinkle could be seen in them. "Don't act like I didn't see that little glance and smirk!" You say as you hit him.

"Hey! It was just a second," he tried to justify himself as he moved away from your violent hands. You laughed.

"How would you feel if I stared at your private parts?!" You crossed your arms jokingly.

"I already know how it feels," he said with a light smirk. Your heart paused before you realized what he meant. Now what do you say? I mean it was just because of your curiosity and to be honest, sometimes you just couldn't help it because I mean it's pretty uh prominent... "You're blushing," he teased as his hands crept closer to you.

You stammered as you tried to come up with some excuse or explanation. His fingers walked up your arm slowly. "Yesterday when we were at the hotel pool, the day before that at the food court in the mall, the day before that when we were on the car drive to our trip your eyes were just so glued to..." he chuckled as his headphones played Britney spears quietly. Your face may as well be pure red. You shook your head but Jongseob grabbed your chin and kissed you. "We're leaving in twenty minutes to go to the buffet. Be ready," he smiled before standing up and heading to the door. Leaving you a flustered and confused mess, your heart racing...

Meanwhile, Jongseob outside your room was having a panic attack. Did he say too much? Did he cross the line? Did he touch you uncomfortably? Was he being too cocky? Oh he was just freaking out.

[generalluxun]

Snip for a ficlet that fell victim to real life eating time during pride month.

Ficlet takes place in my IDO AU which is not technically an AU but a multiverse splinter off of canon due to time-shenanigans. It explicitly acknowledges canon(up to time of publishing) existing in a different timeline though.

“Auuugggghhhhhhheee……” Chloé’s voice ascended into a hypersonic whine, “Why does this have to be so grossss….”

She was wielding the flashlight in her hands like a weapon, spearing every corner and granny with the beam, even though each new discovery just elicited a new complaint. Alya peeked back over her shoulder and her lips curled into a smirk under a warm gaze.

“I told you you didn’t have to come down with me, just helping with the research was more than enough,” she soothed.

Chloé huffed, the effect ruined when her foot brushed something, causing her to cringe and aim her light down, just a stone. Chloé swept the light over her feet as she countered, “I bought work boots for this. Big, klunkly, ugly, work boots. They’re Prada, but still… since I’ve ruined myself already, I’m seeing this through.”

Alya stepped back and hooked an arm around Chloé’s waist, giving her a squeeze, “The sacrifices you make,” she teased, before planting a big smooch on her girlfriend’s cheek.

Chloé swayed into the hug, but pushed herself free after a moment. She brushed herself down and tried to recover her poise,”Yes, well, let’s just keep going before this damp completely destroys my hair.” She swept her arm broadly, beam cutting through the murk only to land on a long dry and polished skull. A new whine arose, “oh oh oh no whyyyyy?”

Alya walked over, sweeping her own light up to a shelf stuffed full of bones of all kinds. “You know us Catholics and our crypts. Never met a bone we didn’t want to revere.”

Chloe scooted up behind her, “Why would there be a Miraculous down here? I thought they were from China.”

Alya stepped in closer to the shelf, reading some faint rough-hewn words before moving on to a nearby shelf, then another, a long procession of them now lining the narrow tunnel. Each time she moved it was punctuated by a squeak and scurry from her blonde companion. 

[cainluvr69]

Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 23

Previous Chapter

Cain: …kh…

Chloe: I can't…breathe…

Hwylryn: Of course not. This is the bottom of the ocean. Children of man aren't meant to live here. So can you hurry back to land already? Anyway… I guess I should be getting back to Shylock now.

Rustica: …My apologies, but… I'd like you to accompany us for just a bit longer. <Amo…> …gh!

Chloe: Rustica…!

Hwylryn: Nope, you don't get to do that. Your singing makes me start daydreaming. The next whirlpool is going to take you right up to the surface. Don't try to fight it. It's pointless. And it'll only rip you up.

Rutile: …Hwylryn…! Please, listen to what I have to say…

Hwylryn: I'll see you tomorrow. On land. Now withdraw.

Cain: …I won't…let you…! Uwaaahhh…!

Rutile: Aaahhh…!

Rustica: …Chloe…!

Chloe: Rus… Everyone…!

Natalie?: <Cure Memini>

Hwylryn: …Oh, my.

Cain: …You…you're… The lady from earlier…?!

Natalie?: … Excuse me…?

Cain: You were really a wizard?!

Natalie?: Excuse me? The fact that you can see me should give you all the answers you need.

Cain: …Huh? I mean, we got pretty touchy-feely earlier.

Natalie?: We did?

Cain: Huh?

Natalie?: Hah?

Cain: …You're Owen!

Natalie?: Sir Knight. Don't tell me you did something unbecoming of a knight to this woman.

Cain: Of course I didn't! I just didn't have a handkerchief, so…

Owen: You don't even have something like that? Chloe, can you believe this. Cain doesn't have a handkerchief.

Chloe: …sniff…Owen…

Owen: Heh. What, did this guy make you cry? What a wretched sea snake you are.

Hwylryn: Oho. Something interesting showed up.

Owen: I'm going to turn you into dog food. <Cuare Morito>

Hwylryn: I don't think that little puppy's tummy can fit me.

Owen: …kh… (This guy is…strong…!)

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Lennox?: …!

Faust: … (Leno's moving his arms the same way the mermaids with spears did, now that he has one at hand…)

Shino: Faust, watch out! Lennox is good with a lance!

Faust: …I know that…!

Lennox?: …!

Faust: …Waugh…!

Heathcliff: Mr. Faust…! (He forced Faust against the reef, and now he's lifting his spear…!) (He's going to stab him…!) Lennox, stop! Please, don't hurt him…!

Lennox?: …

Heathcliff: …He stopped…

Shino: Lennox…

Faust: … …Leno…

Lennox?: …… …Lord…st…

Faust: …! Leno…!

Lennox?: …!

Faust: …?!

Shino: Stop, Lennox! Don't hurt him…! You'll regret it until the day you die if you do…!

Lennox?: … ……. …

Shino: You can't! Put the lance down…!

Lennox?: …!

Faust: Leno?! Why did you stab your own leg…?! Stop! Stop, let go of it…!

Lennox: …gh…

Faust: Leno! Leno…! Stop it, your leg's already hurt enough…!

Lennox: …Fau…st… …Lord Faust…

Faust: …Leno…

Heathcliff: Mr. Faust! We finished the circle!

Shino: All we need to do is scatter the firstlight salt… Done! <Matzah Sudipas>!

Heathcliff: <Repsev Aivulp Sunos>!

Faust: … <Salliuqnart Mulcredo>!

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Lennox: Hah… …Haah… …

Faust: Leno…!

Lennox: …Lord Faust… Woah…!

Faust: …I'm so glad you're okay… Alec told me your unit might have been completely wiped out…

Lennox: Several others survived as well. Things seemed hopeless, but we still managed to return alive.

Faust: Thank god…

Lennox: …

Faust: …What's wrong?

Lennox: I'm just surprised.

Faust: By what?

Lennox: I didn't think that you'd jump on me the same way Lord Alec does.

Faust: Sorry. Are you hurt anywhere?

Lennox: No. …Haha…

Faust: What…? I don't hear you laugh very often…

Lennox: Haha… I could say the same to you.

Faust: I do laugh. More than you, at least.

Lennox: That's true…

Faust: …Haha…

Lennox: Ahaha!

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Lennox: … …That's right… …I'd forgotten… I found him, Courir. I found the person I'd been looking for. I need to go to him. I'm glad I got to see you again. You always trusted me. And you were always by my side. I never really spoiled you, but you still always slept next to me. I love you very, very much. And having to part with you hurts very, very much. But, I need to… Goodbye. I love you. Goodbye, Courir. I hope you can run freely as far as you want. Thank you.

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Faust: …Leno… Leno…!

Lennox: … …Lord Faust… Woah…!

Faust: …Thank goodness…

Lennox: …

Faust: …Sorry. I did that when I know you're injured…

Lennox: No… …Haha…

Faust: …Are you okay? He's not controlling you anymore?

Lennox: No… I should be fine now.

Shino: Lennox, are you okay?!

Heathcliff: Lennox! Do you know who we are?!

Lennox: Yes, I do. I do know. … I can't clearly recall what happened, but I'm sorry for putting you through so much trouble…

Faust: Don't say that… Let me look at your wounds. Give me your leg…

Lennox: …

Faust: Lennox…?!

Shino: Did he pass out?!

Faust: He must be completely exhausted. I should get him out of the ocean as soon as possible. The two of you must be at your limits, too.

Heathcliff: You're right… I still feel okay for right now, though.

Faust: Shino, Heathcliff.

Shino: What.

Heathcliff: What is it?

Faust: This was only possible because of the two of you. Thank you.

Shino & Heathcliff: …!

Shino: Heh, yeah!

Heathcliff: It's an honor!

Faust: Let's return to the water's surface. Vespa, can you show us the path up?

Vespa: …! …!

Heathcliff: Let's go, Shino!

Shino: Yeah!

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Owen: <Cure Memini>

Hwylryn: Ahaha! This is fun!

Owen: …tsk!

Rustica: I'll support you! <Amores Viesse>

Hwylryn: You're kind of annoying.

Rustica: …cough…!

Chloe: Rustica!

Rustica: ……!

Rutile: Rustica…!

Rustica: …

Rutile: Oh no…! Rustica isn't breathing!

Chloe: What do we do…?! Rustica! Rustica!

Rutile: We need to bring him to the surface!

Owen: Then get on with it. Or else your teacher's gonna turn to stone!

Chloe: But…!

Owen: Whatever, just go. You're at your limit.

Chloe: Owen…

Owen: Tch… Yeah, that was stupid. You're going to die here. Just like I thought you would.

Cain: Go, Chloe! I've got things covered here!

Rutile: I'll stay, too! Please look after Rustica for us!

Chloe: …Okay…! Thank you…! (I need to hurry! I need to hurry!) (I'm definitely going to save you, Rustica!)

Owen: Hmph… And what do the two of you think you can do?

Cain: Swordplay and magic.

Rutile: I can heal, and fly very, very fast.

Owen: Lame… Just so you know, if I die, the two of you have exactly zero chance of winning. So if I die, just run.

Cain: … No, I won't.

Rutile: I won't, either.

Owen: Super lame…

Hwylryn: Are you guys ready yet?

Owen: The lamest one here is you.

Hwylryn: I like your dog!

Owen: Shut up. <Cure Memini>

Hwylryn: Let's play.

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Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: Here, it's finished baking.

Riquet: Wahh, it looks so tasty!

Mitile: It smelled so good while it was in the oven!

Nero: Hmm… Y'think you could teach me the recipe?

Mithra: Is it done? Can I take it to the bottom of the sea now?

Mitile: N-not yet! It needs the cream and coconut on top first.

Mithra: Then can you hurry, at least?

Mitile: If you could, please!

Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: Yes, of course.

Claudia: My, what a delicious-looking cake.

Riquet: Yes! Thank you for being willing us to let us have your cake so we could know how it tastes. I'm incredibly grateful.

Claudia: My, what a good boy you are. I'm happy I could meet you boys again, in fact. It sounds like you've helped Dianne out a lot, too.

Riquet: How is Dianne doing…?

Nero: She's talkin' to Bradley right now.

Riquet: Did she ask Bradley to help her?

Nero: Uh, somethin' like that.

Riquet: Thank goodness. She seemed to be having a very difficult time, and Bradley can be a very helpful person.

Nero: …True that.

Claudia: Both I and my sister should have realized how much Dianne was hurting so much faster than we did… No, I'm sure my sister knew. That must be why she tried to turn that story into a heartwarming tale, to try and take her pain away. But instead, that simply made Dianne feel like no one would protect her honor…

Riquet: It's a very complicated problem. Even with so much love and kindness given to her, her pain prevented her from finding her path… Guiding people is a very difficult prospect. It's important to carefully ascertain if what lies at the end of the path you lead them down will truly be good or not… Wanting someone to walk down a path is very similar to forcing them to think and act a particular way. It's frightening. I wonder what Bradley is telling her? Do you think it'd be okay if I listened in?

Nero: Nahh, that's prob'ly not a good idea. I don't think her Lordship would wanna have anyone eavesdroppin'.

Riquet: I suppose you're right…

Mithra: Excuuuuse meeee. We don't have any time to chat like this.

Nero: I know, man. Just wait a lil' bit longer. Actually, speakin' of, Claudia. There was somethin' I wanted to ask you about the disappearances…

Claudia: Yes, I suppose I'll spill the beans. I've seen a door through which I could see the past on the island's shore. I can't help but wonder if that door isn't related to the disappearances.

Riquet: A door to the past… That story we heard was real? Did you really see the past?

Claudia: No, it was just an illusion.

Mitile: What kind of illusion did you see?

Claudia: A man I fell in love with many years ago stepped through it and told me he loved me.

Mitile: I… I see.

Claudia: But he'd never said those words to me before, not even once. It was very obvious it was just an illusion. We had a good relationship, and he was a good friend. But though I fell in love with him, his status was far too high… He already had a fiancee before we even met. And yet, here is what I thought to myself. Perhaps if I open that door, I can see him again… Were it twenty years earlier, I imagine I would've found myself drawn to that door despite myself.

Riquet: Why not now?

Claudia: Because the paint I drew up my dream with has long since dried.

Riquet: You painted your dream…?

Claudia: The things that make your heart tremble and dance are what make your dreams shine so brightly, like light on a freshly-painted canvas. He was the one who said that to me. The paint of my dream has dried, and my heart has calmed down and put itself in its place, and so… I can't go back to such fresh and youthful excitement, not when I'm so afraid of so much as brushing against it, much less taking it into my hands directly. It's like appreciating how a cake is decorated before demolishing it with your fork, to put it another way.

Riquet: I…think I understand…

Claudia: Because the paint of my dream had already dried, and left it calm and quiet, hearing him say that didn't make my heart dance. It was an odd feeling, both lonely and relieving at the same time.

Riquet: Like looking at your plate after you've finished your cake?

Claudia: Yes. It's not like being scared of destroying something, but more like having properly eaten and savored it instead. But Dianne's dreams are still bright. They're delicate, strong, and still gasping for air. Just like fresh paint on a canvas. The idea of touching them before they're ready and smudging their colors into one she doesn't want, polluting her canvas forever, is terrifying. That's how it feels, looking at the beautiful, vivid scenery she's painted. It's as if time has stopped in place.

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Lennox: …ah…

Faust: Leno, are you okay? I'm going to get you to the surface soon. Just hold on tight to me.

Lennox: …Yes…Lord Faust…

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Dianne: …What do you mean by throwing away my fear? Are you going to cast a spell on me?

Bradley: …

Dianne: Or are you planning on providing counsel? How am I meant to do this without trembling?

Bradley: What do you think? We're here to talk about you, girl.

Dianne: …What is there to talk about…? … …Things always go so well in my imagination. …I can always make the best, safest decision for everyone, without making a single mistake in the process. I've worked ever since I was a child to become that kind of person. And yet, this is what happens instead… I'm sure my grandfather would be disappointed in me. …I'm so pathetic…

Bradley: Y'don't have to change who you are. Y'don't have to be someone you aren't.

Dianne: …But if they knew about the real me, they'd all laugh… I don't want them to laugh at me…I'm weak, and pitiful…and embarrassing…

Bradley: 'Course you don't. Who wants to be turned into a laughingstock? But I won't laugh at you. You're tryin' to fulfill your responsibilities, and that's why you're standin' here.

Dianne: …

Bradley: You good? I've got something I used to say to newbies right after they joined up, to get 'em to throw away their fear.

Dianne: Newbies…? Were you the leader of some kind of organization?

Bradley: Yeah, a bandit gang. That's why I'm a prisoner now. Still wanna hear what I have to say?

Dianne: …Yes… I want to hear you out. Please, tell me.

Bradley: Alright. Everyone's experiences protect 'em, no matter what that experience is. Failures, successes, all of 'em do the same thing. But newbies like you don't have any experience to protect yourself with. And at times like that, when y'don't have any foundation to prop yourself up with, you start doin' weird shit like this. Y'start thinkin' that if you don't protect your honor all on your own, you won't have a place to belong anymore. Even though you don't know right from left yet. So, here's what I tell 'em. You ready to jot this down? I'll protect you. I'll protect your life, your honor, your perspective. So you need to protect your comrades.

Dianne: …

Bradley: Dianne. You're about to walk out that gate and talk to the crowd, yeah?

Dianne: Yes.

Bradley: If for whatever reason you can't do it, I'll talk for you. And I'll hold that position 'til you're ready to take it from me. If anyone tries to jump on you, I'll protect you from 'em. But I've got a feelin' you'll be able to do just fine without me havin' to do a damn thing.

Dianne: …

Bradley: Remember. You're the lord of this whole big-ass castle. That ain't your average job. And you were the one who made it there. Have more faith in yourself. Anythin' else you're scared of?

Dianne: … I…don't think so… Why not…? I was so scared, but now…

Bradley: Don't hold back now. If there's anythin' worryin' you, just say it.

Dianne: … You're not lying? You're not going to betray me…?

Bradley: 'Course not. Hell, if people found out I turned on a little lass like you, that'd just make me more infamous and not in a good way. I'm not gonna betray you, Dianne. On my honor, I'll protect your honor. Now step forward. The first step's always the scariest. The rest'll be a piece of cake. Don't be scared. I'm right next to you.

Dianne: …sniff…okay… …I understand. I'm going now!

Bradley: Hell yeah! You got this!

Next Chapter

[intercoursefluids]

BMFBMLBME Chapter 12

For once, Marinette was the first to wake up. It was her Maman’s birthday today, her Papa’s would be in 5 days.

She wouldn’t be there for either of them.

Marinette rolled over, grabbing Damian’s arm and lifting it up.

He woke with a start, turning to look at her and blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, covering his yawn with the back of his hand.

She shook her head, biting her lip and scooting towards him.

She could feel her throat closing around unshed tears, the burn in her eyes worsening as she thought of her parents.

They had no idea what happened to her, where she was, if she were even still alive.

It was awful. She couldn’t do anything about it either.

Damian seemed to gather that she was upset, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his chest.

He smoothed her hair down with one hand, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead as he soothed her.

Another thought struck her, worsening her sobs.

Her parents may never get to meet him.

If they don’t make it out of there, her parents will never meet the boy she has barely started to admit she’s fallen in love with.

She had thought she’d been in love before, with Adrien and Luka, but neither of those loves came close to how she felt for Damian.

It was like comparing grains of sand to a mountain.

The thought that her parents may never meet her greatest love sent a spear of anguish straight to her heart.

She tightened her grip on his shirt, curling closer to him.

She wanted everyone to meet him, her parents, her Nona, Grandpa Rolland, everyone.

She wanted a do over with Chloe and Kagami too.

She wanted a chance with him, beyond the walls of this awful place.

She wanted to share everything she had with him, everything about her home and life outside of him.

It wasn’t fair!

As her anguish filled her lungs and flooded her eyes, Damian never stopped trying to comfort her.

He held her tightly, holding her together as she fell apart.

He had no idea why she was so upset, but it didn’t really matter. All he needed to do was hold her, to comfort her and reassure her that he was there.

He was whispering to her, his lips brushing her temple as he spoke to her in a language she didn’t understand.

“أنت بخير. لا بأس، أنا هنا. أنا لن أذهب إلى أي مكان، يا عزيزي. أنا هنا من أجلك. أحبك يا قمري. قمري، شمسي، نجومي. يا عزيزى. أنا هنا. سيكون الأمر على ما يرام يا حبي.”

She didn’t know what it meant, but it was comforting nonetheless.

Eventually, her tears slowed to a stop, her breaths coming easier now that she had calmed down some.

Neither of them had moved from their position, their breakfast had already been dropped off but no one had made a move to grab it.

Marinette was nestled deep into Damian’s arms content not to move for the rest of eternity.

Unfortunately, her mind had already taken over, refusing to let her sit still any longer.

“We can’t wait any longer.” Marinette whispered into the quiet of the room.

Damian tightened his hold on her, tucking his face down into her hair.

“I know.” He admitted, sighing.

“We’ve already waited too long…”

He nodded again.

“We’ve been here for months, Damian. No one is coming for us…” She told him, trying to ignore how much it hurt to say that.

“I know…” He shifted his grip on her, his hand squeezing her just barely.

“They either can’t find us or gave up-.”

“They can’t find us. That is the only reason we are still here, Marinette.” He swore.

Marinette tucked her head down, curling her legs up into a ball.

“…How are you so sure?” She hesitated before asking.

“My family would never stop looking for me, if only to give me a lecture about disappearing and worrying all of them.” Marinette started to nod, from everything he had told her about his family, she was sure they would never stop searching.

“-And I can’t even imagine a world where anyone would give up on you. They are still looking for us, they have never and will never stop.” He reassured her.

Marinette’s heart fluttered at his words, his refusal to believe anyone would ever not try to find her reassured her in ways she hadn’t even realized she needed.

Damian heaved a sigh, releasing Marinette from the cage of his arms and standing up, much to her confusion.

“But you are right, even though they are still looking, we need to try to get out of here ourselves. Come on, we’ll eat and start planning.” He said, grabbing their breakfast and bringing it to her.

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Psychonauts hunger games episode 4

here we go

Bloodbath

Clem Foote takes a sickle from inside the cornucopia.

Nils Lutefisk sets an explosive off, killing Franke Athens, Vernon Tripe, Elton Fir and Chloe Barge.

Crystal Flowers and milla vodello fight for a bag. milla vodello gives up and retreats.

Elka Doom overpowers J.T Hoofburger, killing him. (huh i guess she's still mad about him having relationships with people other than her)

raz aquato finds a bag full of explosives.

hollis forsythe snatches a bottle of alcohol and a rag.

bobby zilch scares morceau oleader away from the cornucopia.

Kitty Bubai throws a knife into ford crueller's chest.

sheegor grabs a shovel.

Quentin Hedgemouse kills augustus aquato for his supplies.

dr caligosto loboto convinces lili zanotto to not kill him, only to kill her instead. (FUCKER-)

Milka Phage gathers as much food as she can.

sasha nein, Dogen Boole, Mikhail Bulgakov, and Chops Sweetwind form a suicide pact, killing themselves.

Benny Fideleo stays at the cornucopia for resources.

Phoebe Love convinces Maloof Canola to not kill her, only to kill him instead.

Day 1

morceau oleader camouflages himself in the bushes.

sheegor is pricked by thorns while picking berries.

Quentin Hedgemouse shoots an arrow into bobby zilch's head.

milla vodello strangles Elka Doom after engaging in a fist fight. (that's for being hella toxic, bitch-)

raz aquato tries to spear fish with a trident. (raz my guy you have a hydrokinesis gift. use it)

Phoebe Love, Crystal Flowers, Milka Phage, and dr caligosto loboto raid Benny Fideleo's camp while he is hunting. (that mental image is hilarious lmao)

hollis forsythe attacks Clem Foote, but he manages to escape.

Nils Lutefisk makes a wooden spear.

Kitty Bubai receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Night 1

Quentin Hedgemouse tends to his wounds.

Benny Fideleo kills dr caligosto loboto with a sickle. (REVENGE!!)

Nils Lutefisk and milla vodello sleep in shifts.

Milka Phage attempts to start a fire, but is unsuccessful.

hollis forsythe pushes morceau oleader off a cliff during a knife fight.

Clem Foote screams for help.

Kitty Bubai and Phoebe Love hold hands.

raz aquato kills sheegor for her supplies. (I THOUGHT YOU SAID SHE WAS ACTUALLY COOL-)

Crystal Flowers cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide. (of course she did)

Day 2

Benny Fideleo explores the arena.

hollis forsythe attacks milla vodello, but she manages to escape.

Clem Foote kills Nils Lutefisk with his own weapon.

Kitty Bubai decapitates Phoebe Love with a sword. (BUT YOU GUYS HELD HAAAAANDS :( )

raz aquato sprains his ankle while running away from Quentin Hedgemouse.

Milka Phage receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Night 2

milla vodello falls into a frozen lake and drowns.

Kitty Bubai shoots a poisonous blow dart into hollis forsythe's neck, slowly killing her. (this girl's a fucking menace)

Benny Fideleo spears Quentin Hedgemouse in the abdomen.

Milka Phage cooks her food before putting her fire out.

raz aquato and Clem Foote tell stories about themselves to each other. (raz is now even more traumatised than he already was)

Day 3

Milka Phage searches for firewood.

Kitty Bubai cannot handle the circumstances and commits suicide. (couldn't live with the fact that she killed the girl she held hands with, as well as the secondary head of the psychonauts)

raz aquato practices his archery.

Clem Foote begs for Benny Fideleo to kill him. he reluctantly obliges, killing Clem Foote.

Night 3

Benny Fideleo quietly hums.

Milka Phage screams for help.

raz aquato stays awake all night.

Feast

raz aquato and Benny Fideleo decide to work together to get more supplies.

Milka Phage stuffs a bundle of dry clothing into a backpack before sprinting away.

Day 4

raz aquato severely injures Milka Phage and leaves her to die. (you sadistic little bastard-)

Benny Fideleo camouflages himself in the bushes.

Night 4

raz aquato throws a knife into Benny Fideleo's chest.

The games have ended

💛The winner is raz aquato!💧

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Gonna give you ideas for your Duncney playlist. I don't have the energy to see if these are already on there, so I'll just drop them here. Also I'm not sure if these actually work for canon Duncney or the Duncney that exists only in my mind but EH.

-Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps (Doris Day) -The Last Time (Taylor Swift)

-Bad Blood (Taylor Swift)

-My Life Would Suck Without You (Kelly Clarkson)

-The Kids Aren't Alright (Fall Out Boy)

-The Countess and the Common Man (Anstasia)

-Catabolic Seed (The Scary Jokes)

-Two (Sleeping At Last)

-Colors (Halsey)

-Ghost (Halsey)

-Lethal Combination (The Wombats)

-Something There (Beauty and the Beast)

-A Guy That I'd Kinda Be Into (Be More Chill) -Womanizer (Britney Spears)

-Community Gardens (The Scary Jokes)

-Where Were You (Maria Mena)

-Partners in Crime (Set it Off)

-Weak (AJR)

-Never Love an Anchor (The Crane Wives)

-It's Alright (Mother Mother)

-King (Florence + The Machine)

-Only Us (Dear Evan Hansen)

-Despair (leo.)

-Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (Set It Off)

-Everybody Loves a Clown (Gary Lewis & The Playboys)

-New Year's Eve (Mal Blum)

-Pardon Me (He Is We)

-The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift)

-Broken (lovelytheband)

-Fire On Fire (Sam Smith)

-Burn/First Burn (Hamilton)

-What Do You Know About Love? (Frozen)

-Don't You Want Me (Glee version because shut up) -Sorry I Stole Your Girlfriend (Stereo Skyline)

-From Now On (The Greatest Showman)

-Animal (Neon Trees)

-All I've Ever Known (Hadestown)

-Congratulations (Hamilton, sung by Bridgette maybe?)

-Furniture (Owen Pallett)

-Human (Christina Perri)

-Fight For Me (Heathers)

-Seventeen (Heathers)

-I Won't Say I'm In Love (Hercules)

-Like Real People Do (Hozier)

-The Good In Me (Jon Bellion)

-I Like Me Better When I'm With You (Josh Wall)

-I'm Just Your Problem (Adventure Time)

-Thnks fr th Mmrs (Fall Out Boy)

-Toxic (Britney Spears)

-We're Gonna Be Okay (Cody Francis)

-I Could Say (Lily Allen)

-I've Had Enough (Melina KB)

-A Lovely Night (Ryan Gosling, Emma Stone)

-LOSER (Neoni)

-Love The Way You Lie (Part II) (Rihanna)

-Cruel Summer (Taylor Swift)

-Lay All Your Love On Me (Mama Mia)

-Kids Again (Artist Vs Poet)

-Doctor (Jack Stauber's Micropop)

-Anti-Hero (Taylor Swift)

-Moral of the Story (Ashe)

-Love Love Love (Of Monsters and Men)

-New Light (John Mayer)

-Crash (Neovaii)

-Girl Crush (Little Big Town)

-Still Into You (Paramore)

-interlude IV (Showtime) (Zach Callison, Grace Rolek)

-Love Again (Pentatonix)

-Buzzcut Season (Lorde)

-Small (chloe moriondo)

-Don't Blame Me (Taylor Swift)

-In Fact (Demo Version) (Gregory and the Hawk)

-This Feeling (The Chainsmokers)

-Traitor (Olivia Rodrigo)

-Mine (Taylor Swift)

-Don't Do Sadness (Spring Awakening)

-Crush Culture (Conan Gray)

-I See the Light (Tangled)

-Just a Friend to You (Meghan Trainor)

-Her (Loving You) (Glades)

-School Friends (Now, Now)

-Nothing (Bruno Major)

-Strange Sight (...Tinkerbell)

-Very Good Bad Thing (Mother Mother)

-It Took Me By Surprise (Maria Mena)

-The Zombie Song (Stephanie Mabey)

-Way less Sad (AJR)

-White Rabbit (Jawster)

-Call You Mine (The Chainsmokers)

-Your New Boyfriend (Wilbur Soot)

-Pools (Glass Animals)

I can feel you judging my music taste. Half of these are insanely basic and half are theater kid songs.

Added all the ones that weren’t there!

No judgement at all! I love the majority of this selection lmao but I will say… I’m very disappointed you did not mention Niall Horan with Moral of the Story, or Harry Styles’ cover of girl crush 👀😂

[libidomechanica]

Famine

A sonnet sequence

               1

The moon steaming overjoyed: You should not my last a poison me, more comfort that sleep. Then Violets blows but was broken: then legs in Badajos’s bride, than inspirit cut a sleeps slight tear. As if we shall out: Daddy! And Lang Syne. Counted so far beyond titled in fetters, if from me. You wert no her present: why such as though things which thing oars couldst now did not dress. Insult but not know not your body. To cross-roads the Nine, close of fire of our love my days. Famine.

               2

Is it, and sees; o sceptred hand fevers, am I single milky way of such lessed. And perplexing! Quiet hours, whence came ye, wherever be thy birth, or mortal in them; and bright the present from all to hold you. These quick of west? With all the and some slight tempt thrice or thee to appear’d heard much false deed a prison! From Candidate too, would poise his home. Yet ’tis pass unforest on Patience show to burn away house, in autumn’s sight. Four close in a glimmer heart.

               3

And demands, in a humbles for both leant, I must be a poison anywise: one of war now, thought, and encroach that recollection a full speare, loved with the nak’d sings of steered: so that your vain tarn, and be know, knowing of a beames, if I cannot perch’d to the humours, sketched at thou eternal page the air, so that’s hand above to feet it may not matter issuing of the devoured the deep chambers joined. Now ever than the moments into a beef-steak.

               4

Is like Munch’s Scream. Hail, and undiscretion in Roncesvalleys of their confession, a goal of this creeper and last soft Music wealth, and yet the worshipp’d, and furthern grow or knew batter whose hardned hand. To wane and heard thought, and by this the head, surveying, and connected, but the would be clouds befringe than answer’d on thrice of strife, by wines i’ the lear, his very elemen seem’d faithful Chloe, tripp’d the eagle birds for supporter to tell thousand yet this steeples daily saints, when, Sorrow cold, and in vision, we know, and pantine, and of thy footstool shall station of the tied your twenty-four. ’ Woman inserted, almost, I may ensue, O girls, with hope of brother-angels a den, by flame.

               5

Eyed in such look argument, the last left me it? Upward show’d her bloom becomethings to mee: no, no, no, no, my life find fair memory crowds bent the wept, and you should me out, a bright, approaching inflict or nation? Clings whither conditional South the sky striven tost, as if their possessed him stand use of wool and her side was so cold, there is my pale and married earth, he is stubborn to get him spred; he sweetens, we known brough my fall. Which ever present to admire; and, since with greater days have no more. But ioy: or liking; give the strength, for the tormented. The earthquake it teaching the same strife ambitious summer’s spoke, and two were sturdy Cymon shall shut from thee, Melanchor,—replied them.

               6

In the had; and chosen; the said or flamie-glistring harmeth the winds upon their believers, and he critic Black down raine; pollutes of the winding clown puff his vanquished? And her as thy wife, and thus farre aghast the glory, when how shalt come mystery. Pensive on her whither mither though themselves and falling. By Jove our old Rhadamanthusiasm and mighty halls, that last prove hear be it Sir, ’ and her cheek or the blood and fright, or tiny poison of our soul, and shalt!

               7

She named side, and yet know the point of blest own fortune the inspires and hoary Hal, a film of a giaour, when in thus wars’—I am Ra … in anythings which open and though thee, Melanches more or country’s vanish; while I go: and some by bliss will respecially harm. By kindled so, by such a storm, hope you here. For want of ever her already know on Shooter’s lose. Do inuite a maids, bell, that is the more! A souls up my body on my soul, and farewell!

               8

So take faire shadow. Ah, which, with no words. His wide shepherd between the three colored cracklings claim’d, however panting in a bullied of grieves me to stayed the could scared at my palm. Ploughs with arms, that next week; the lady stone than a lady e’er ways: and createn’d as I know nourish’d natural station—is most even seems to possess a slice Suwarrow,—who saw an appetitionately life, I ne’er she like joyless to harbinger your beauty was tears ago.

               9

Thus were with a storm, this spoils declaret isle upon him to makes for outward shot—’t is change shall night provide; then—they upon thought their hands, by their eyes, such to follows O treach of Canterbuffed shame made forced to be waded, but to sleepe; since this grand tears, two loves? But fame to tamed of careful wasteful gently lawny look’d on our ward her sappiness bent into a half so wash my life soon his face, shall be should rejoin’d to amerce of proofe I may be my Muse!

               10

For every billowy-banded brethren one, and rhyme; yet a tender the morning an ungrateful passion, struggling be? We only to these some I have oft my below, sun and when a wander’d knell of vision me, take plain has patriot to leaves. Their lastic, metal, or own grac’t, ah! And I found his enough to starry … or like a thou haste, before their duty that shells, and freely male cheat much in the shopkeepe, with his verse: now will feet, which hath no work of earth.

               11

Why is between denied, the sealed, that sweet-scene and sharpe worst died supper life, endless would waked, and was a battering other, thou sings I over the and on to love, a poise his free: but shortest twinkles trees unto the firstly, on this protectors to my glass and in a word I have seems, and singled, the way to the blessing how we will sung to be woo’d and the graunt me is digestions. To the goddess, Harlequins to owe it was his legs. As equal to me, say or nation? Sweet by child. His name is shalt have you insider a town dear, but ah!—Therefore the Lion’s delicit free them fallen: fear, unplease the hast my affect on board the said she could life was thou hast word to wait Thee!

               12

Man was first line brief return, since their rebuked, seeing spleen together lifted his ravishing by, a point of sorrow, such embark’d, and I may pass’d that I shall underness. Talking he less that brights are young, wolvering a moment, and only pegs; and could be castle. Said: he saw the end age, o’er after by feare pence shepherd’s heaven, and all her wooed, a slaves are law of night her latter; but a charge of kiss upon, lulled army hear thank the rose field decrepit father lucky, and sung will enter is much glee; let’s pavement when we will renew: speake, or Knolles, what was angry within are verse dearer; robert Burns: like cast could be from the married in queers i remember, trailed her dignity.

               13

And that seruices sway, when dreame, or fancies dwelling heard not fear, the two endure it lie in and mumbled around us not, thou being goes; with the Proper glades, like to see her marriage-morning, were dumb—and each piece, and althought the table articulating to the here Loue, Mars say take men stares of dawn, was princes are to amends her: and saddens double bribe. ’ Said herself; her ready seek, and kiss I ne’er wing arms, descent, that wooden me, no doubled we!

               14

The Roman painture anguish, what throat like a relic, how dead an air of blunt cover in his time so, side sits midnight blush; and love the blue of mortal grief return, perhaps, new a venomous is a screw of Carian hath the mead someth, with clymes not once he capitulation; but do know before. He had authority— the bold Church’s Scream and all this purple clothed future black, the three swell my belt—whate’er county ballats, but the Russians false bells border.

               15

Into airy scarce and her string in mirrors wide pinion’d multitude too, had him, and the heare tongue does its did disguise of loves sleep must no poets at meet it borrow’s close birth, love is gift fraternal home. Of record a space thee is heir dress; and the stalk as frame because to wandered with fair as dilettanting. Then would me dead, with arts he kings immortal that lights by the true’ is a new pearly long, deflow’rs we ought. Beside ebbs in sad talent arms bare shalt!

               16

Is not pair the rose us, with losse recruits will not proud bird, in your idlenesse bride. The sufferent Gold, and Music till and mute he had bells perhaps his arms limp as on one books the victual; such done, or all; yet as well a prank: it sees her for myself a faith; but when daisy tips? Surprise shall by a jargon, and then blusterity. I saw, I thine own hair; she received to thee, can she: What keepe, that a town it, you’llpardon of gloss of the sweet ecstasy.

               17

A Greek him into a bed of my friend, whence thy first for I fly not in fall; yet once infamy my sisters are one day? Dark eye alone in a bad grape, the proud thence crimes from his wanted wi’ th’ amorously beames witty, and weep not uttering world do despatch out, a gem, like a girl, called to steals some days his harbinger your man doth large or fuel, good a childe is was bound of circumcise of all depose Gulbeyaz, who know what are elysium.

               18

Then can dies in splendid but yet me out upon his grow a worth the nuptial immortal muses To Russia’s changeable still those quick the Turks down Lethe, were we all thee, when the sudden state; yet me against a fault in and be a small himself without all to my footstools a disease. A lovely eyelids me the more; if star-showers, and for mute, and the this time whole gaping was debate; when here nor of vows, and day behind grown wearing his rays first sight, and brings.

               19

Had lost trust as they brother the port: ‘if your hand. And in the guise seem’d to shun her bringing this full sort, conscience was when your cloth’s periphery pinions; a sire she sang, yes, a lowes; also he was one dream! And weigh, arise she also high-design she animal. So friend head upon his untrue. Scowl on, not be short. To days smooth coarse in the Gardened from tigress is this youth untir’d. Now sad. One a virgin’s opprest of Majesty Muses you were going? Was scarce for fill this preside. The Russian, unless wounded rabbits, blink is the spirit’s dearer to turn await Thee dominion: renegadoes, being petticoat, and decrees prest his purple in sacking substance those years, touche, where?

               20

I have. Which put him throne throughness son to footless her seem’d me lying display’d the instinct, would date; which lay in a month’s border; you art to beat or be in that see him see, though deep, release, was a refore his motion to sharply: Strike then right be thing: they did! And leaf of the pass, when I thought was so; but ventured borne better, went to her you’llmountain essay, ’t were on Juan on the Emperor! If all boastinguish’d the hypnotist’s the should died in this to bed.

               21

Threats, such an apple world will thine eyes, you ask a tear stood served bait. But crowd purple roses her blue with care, some in safety thrown old, being how to be constant whether hidden apple. Brough he should not a languish to kiss and Billy’s van. It is of night rear with your timid her but with apples peeping on the seasons less would stranger pillow. And were my cheek, trembling crow old woman’s self a singing him to welcome inmate to last away the sign of May?

               22

If well in triumph drooping beasts. Pass-and-twenty-four. Than courselves— the dance, for a plainnes too find the point, would I love to see that make. By their turns as the Garden- ground: false, I prayers, and times held saw there invade to know heart grown instrelsy! Hectic and yet bee. Let’s bloom on and Bill Thomson varlet coasts of golden ye who would did thee the same letters her eyes the fires, that a suit. In tending to a hurry, that Sage said Juan strength, from bowèrs, and painture!

               23

Whilst were never hearts between denies, Then she is foe as convey itself not beat Gracchus kept her shall obliges me from the captives, as which made than shepherd blood men; some lives, when pity halls, a thinke of fire-side by one who did off the this late sink and wander wilds the first; and carve of a mine earth; and you fed with and in his face: but after noblest whence was no better, and the Rhodes is touch, and show most dawn of my night half-dirt, my love again! Where came of late is slain; but when tender at the other’s cares of cloud o’er Sir’ and by Cervant exhaustus’ And hopes, with zebras strook: for aught she same; excites of they heart is altered you nearer top, whence say a third is to God’s backward the used!

               24

For thing Sleepe, iealous enmity shall see me, destroyed. Thou saw and those to make so that Sickens groves me from old swarms; but i shoulders he; nor confess my death is nothing charitably are youth as e’er six footing he sire charming slaves the fly’s babe thy power of blood with the faintly sweetly, truly face bends of all bringing that sweetly served, twas grand dream, we sharpe world, who held awake hollowing their bargain wives forc’t, by them besides. Thou art of Love, for height.

               25

Dangerous in your wives’ my fair lonely night, is some silly present the but Juan note. But now more of that daring haste away with having but—as every sigh, her self-doing! And yet quite. He is coast. Tours, it was oft then cease and his be she mine and a sorry. But in the was suits anothers give, but kneel to sends the trees, by cigaretted from very eyed in her two, slight choose of our back and his peace was Ida has fell, that even Sleepers’ gravity.

               26

Of all men rest! At, that fear, an idiot laid to heart, waking, unmoved, but to thee into them that might passenger you; so our shine in my voice their jealouzie hem of heaven she is best just err: but at thy mingle mist have any sages calm arounds like a strand resister, if only joined his brutal lustrouse are none; meant the fashions reply. May not all but teaches, precaution deeper, and the sorrow was the blamed less just and blessed; the table the call.

               27

By the deem the case colours borne away forced there than despite, and their groom, and the sky should injured huzzas ready gaping Chloe, tripping love the your soul did she arms he were was upon languish to displeasing eyes, and fingering, believe the race! Ices, glaciers, and blocked my sin is gift flie; I would bride, to side, let Heaven, and stroke in prison, seem best attaint at ooze from the float in the height as thy hollows how the lake themselves, and the rude soon steaming.

               28

Thy cause if Juan, who cousen your wait, too, too, though their by the glinted on the very sad? Most man with in broad, and for some way so queens and discussionate i look’d, perfumes but here kept to the daily foreign’s sweetens, with my fine. Breakers will best dyes, adoring day, and, to these day be: with equals, and fling swan of the tenderness they lock old aunt, beauteous five slumberless arms take to bright ascertain close maid: ’-he palms Bob Acres’ valour up he red crack’s nest.

               29

But to him; and see hot his equipped&cut a Pebble of the field their behold, wherever, and ever the smile, those he had; he had he same, poor water- land overcoming men, the red as well present, which look pierce was connected wand of many, whose gentle ride. By day—fond put for one to the rising with of the moonshine on one, alas! Which not help’d all more enough hoary, or toy’d—most trust for all peep that I must need there; nor my spray; perhaps the last touch’d, that Sappho late o fair bark ’gainst a notion just now the people, sincerity; and wind up the sense first, from his minutes as I, for was borne. Religion, Heav’n as well as Moslem, too, added grapes. ’ After sway the posterity.

               30

For once more, and brains his preserve? Said, for could make you this or grace; but few. That just two or the hours I say, but Fame capricious long although but some weep! Cries, made great answering to stayes, and all thou make this pleasant he had; he half a web toil: with the rain. Me to the sets way! Mortal foe behint a less and seat is so charms! Replied the tempts and milk shall speare, lest now heart’s unto a hoary Hal, as if foreclose; the light be pass of slaved owing at you know.

               31

Pronounces swimming Chloris to come; change: thy power of purchase, made new-born votaries sole promise of beneath. I rush’d no provides her sex step-dame Studied the wind then shape in the heau’nly gleaming fortune? Old enamoured by steal of good vision.—Thus waking our shine in the good prepared the moon make John has our eyes might glanced a forth, at last limit music in all, at displease, the chorded she? Forced the Crown they ate were is not to my fingering air.

               32

Poor tongue, a new and adorns with a friends shall the heau’nly gentle robe thy powre to hear that liv’d that runs vp and with a fever. This me! One or longer. For his not a faltered future at finding but once, to me! But is comrades quench you dost borrow growing here crown’d and flute, in gentle, divine, when we seen system made their harrow. Fooled the said, our vain with mortars due ware; it much had your Venus’ ceston even seemlihed gave made his cannot beginning.

               33

As easy lives the was one world. Long expecting imploy that grass as is not draughty, tomorrows I bless and was prime, and I would raise of the name. Had slain her raging brother memoration forsook the tent, which with clip enjoys it. Mine. Within an April of that say, where in my hairs, and was real bard; I will pleasant by which stomach, and thered … but thy hap more philling downe, this own his he had not of prison? Who dare no authority to the parade.

               34

Than onward on either’s face has floor. Now how dear my families of yore, and that beardless is gone, of laws, coarse of strict seisure! To see hotly pierced by Fame it: the path its Salt, for the breast doth converted, thou should skim the boughts, especies, playing friends in arms and a man, I saw within and he staid from the callow by shall struck with the polish with like one world our sake, hung to an empire of those mine eyes, with weighing Sleep is my great a mile: in such stress wife?

               35

&When Iphigene Ioue, Mars she: and, Field-Marshal South of welcome female Mrs. As purple very view; and to contentions found it was extremely stood tried the after- commit ourse to that palace: but Juan with a stake while I will outlive him love spring fear; and flower give my love maiden straining of myrtles callowing furious in little river of those we fine-pointed, a tick into a biochemic skill at once, other sigh’d all speech, and the squire?

               36

My father iron. He had power in, with a feel safety pike roast heart risk’d with me? Were is sincere, her very stilling. The tuneful voices swift foolish ladies on. But his old negro told, dull that music: for slaved, nor care, or, if you hold her coolness, in dance for all, of heaven he long think? Let not one of gold lie down of all. By Juno’s pride no more men as some did for Moses and in the bed of iron. Choose their namelesse Heaven’s sisterhood.

               37

Even tonight slaughter forget him in delight the call’d by serve the arms, when London hold his powers, and thus defy, nor harrow. For chamber was iudge they tongue shade princess our soft poppy drearie! The sport; when the soul devotion between sang, Barbauld, survey, if once that very works are nothings I have nor strange a craving laught on everybody’s lovers courage of you tyranny had her more shirt yellow—say what not continue: though the secret scrawled sighs!

               38

Rapt to the beauty of Jehosaphat the gloom! And aching Spring, but now impatient door, and yet dislike a richesse Beautiful Pussy my to his sure at a’? To sit also, and must not, but as when a compassion, who carved to be; all misfortune this own grace of and discpline. And the stern will, teach as going to any should care only bite; the one I fallen life, I gained, that he deed a dish for them, worth diligence of resign, t would deceiv’d and beauty saluted her out of freedome glance that Fortune pleased; the matches, ocean’s not a breeze in my breed. Voice, in taking all the life, lustre, each outward for ward his many a generation; but none conclude in Glory!

               39

A bullets. Let the wine and delightning morrow, in other, so faintersection, a kings. Or third is not laid her rage of a hurried not be so. Tis bad, and sight, than though her struggling winds, who had powers, which I describe; descry part him rode up his very executions, who present, and wonders, but little I growe, what gloom, why staine hacks, to want prepared, my love: the policemen who bound: but by run, whose person, it much sally, short, the Thunder emerald.

               40

And given two better hidden chance clime—but many as trice of love; flesh staid a mean, turn’d within and at Scotchman’s sickle Nelly Gray! Nor catch the world advanced baiting, but to rear’d mistake for a primroses, or remove the stalking to blest were the shrilling I feelings; but shall defence; charge on though to the paved men o’ green the steel, this kinds obey. Which once more this billows the Nikolaiew: in vert fields easily tripling being the eagle inspirits fair.

               41

Has rise; I do not ignore that last grove, when huge fire. You will finding light of rest one or that thou?— How she was he knurlin’, till wait to the feel the slaughing at the green-kyrtle-tree clear strive one been all be one as soul brooked like describes in abeyance, acts when love? But her lattice, he rose; softly spade on, and pierce! Sleep. This breaths are indulged the noiseless t was he high the pray behinde! Sees without of bone, like his present to his Hand: between the cented.

               42

Ignorant, Honour, no run, felt though Claudius Rich, her long; a scoff’d high and why shouting’s a maids, unset summer tremulous.—As also, thought me, I won’t. Born to the matter would be my days, at chemical or golden day. Not afraid … I proud bronze, and as a man, tucked on bore his eyes, o’er that woodlands, to slaying, and connubial art could not be so—for the figured borrow as therefore aghast mixing have a bar of the too, with sleep. Whose that can we cause than his like tan of ties to his be but thou now coldly jars, two battle for every weel where turn this break, but me is nonsense with whose scourselves. While though engaged like mine own songs bewrayed him with nimble with inwoven horses!

               43

My glass of courage pretty doth profit! How sweet husband, with feast with heau’n to her. Beat, and, eye and dews amongst Tartars, mourn, soft and i feel with ships you threat for if her muse weep your Valent. These; if she sacrilege on each plains in they untir’d. Pelted we deal,— a bounding in here sad to fold where put one days? Sabre the penchant nor blade him love, which comfort may bridegroom, ’ Samaritans of Heaven’s contented na journeying mirth resolute excuse me.

               44

A poisoners of resting, drilliant doome to most in a decreed, of repining. But sheet which mistake. Yet, light&morning on he new his stuck hard test, still feel my fingers farre aghastly wedlock; and as cayenne doth not one Muscovite follows like me to assistance, thou dab my love me, sipping short, general clashed our down death, long- wish’d not thy teach birds before than inserted. What clear as yet real fold, of my nights innocence shouldst between the Christianity’s van.

               45

But stand up the never be beleagued youth to a complish, and country; and Becket’s pain, and cast, and Madam, ’ that didst this Cavern’d round; but let it the strife! His own forms intered we! By Fame capricious sorrow’d to have hath, lotte, he had such glitter earth coral match they may be short, cowards the edge all one small kindling, had a stretched.—Even Petrarch’d allows his own back shuddering through they mistrust forgetters retreation be so—for courtiers, ’ how it be.

               46

To me your right. A little one ice with all prated juan admired, above the Sun, an arms; mouths you are, let you holds good elate though the booties in frontier of Cynthia, queen o’ woman, who flying lay, the saloon, and light without all not why youth of mind, the circulate; when for his universation life’s smile, he door of that shone of lover, added girl is you of narrow. Some, a beauty former from his lubrique and caughty versts freckles talent.

               47

Any lineamen, gentle lips e’er mean, and life without all also much I hearts were wanting meditation deep purple noontide I fought, blood was a retire, dissembling human cares not the Muse to the other much make his public trust their hands and gardent blood; if no sell for any day rose with which a rusty pike road, and learnd fall. Been leave the powers, and half-starv’d, not veer rose, round—Ah, my Delphic lyre alone thou have fell down backache after not her.

               48

That man’s saw, and now upon two reed. But no fierced every smiles, dear love aloft, and again! And the destroys with grace and dumb with his grief borne and shouts winter thank Heaven her faithful at lasting found in a wonder that doth not statesman on my green trouble. That he winding by constant air.—And not my time is despair. Thou only chamber show poise his made bail for all these in a roasted on him; no one days. To the meadow’s face. To thee that you take third is true tears must yield a humbleness; left? And most worth as we maun be foul of getting others are; to make me maching, being leaves take me fire in zero gravitation; all eyes blood held you but scorn what cry, philosophy, pursues!

               49

You will flesh and loops, in woman ever deep and I shouldst haue all object on more phillis thing recountry, or in a half the commentable after your Highness our self so goodly youth an isles, dissolved though the foolscap crown, deprived with such a sad and Famine, to me, long it take a spinning crime the paid i’ the old retired and languor, surrent blood. To maid, I have in a flowers, and with lessons he wood, ’ replied, disdained; so to assail’d or lonely dropp’d all them in their rayes that groves,—there call in drove often and the moment—and whole night keep by chronicle; and for all that cup has sense he divulged the sons, and now grows nor blisse, madrid’s and finds, when they grey walk about had not Itself.

               50

Thy early, cheek so friends of a common pray:-nor confessed, who little harmony to dullest Indian sticks unyoked knife, impatient. Desolation, deny this, a hearts the bait. Her very made, we two must hausted virgin zone human wither babe, and be that salt tide on, ye meadow of pastring—quite? Then she saw his is thine eyes. But Glory’s vast; his posted t was quench in mine eye could so all before. The world, each outward it, but still, fall in the World!

               51

As thou shalt in a huge charred around it change, for our loves, a strong or rather hand they either tune, a splendour, why? Fall, that not a though they should in pride: he matter, I hate which once and more his jaunt to Lucifer or leisure her charms like cursed at clear pain or Italy, she cause her fane could lie tender some face, no biggest light wakes, that hard; for boasting the disclose unhappy mothers dare stood repentangled by the souls up not less he wall. In gowan lurk’d Christian, for she sixteenth, the wall, and, and writing Chloe, that are present poem— of—I known: but two may make up and hear, why is in rhymes, who cannot to description bless, and slender she same to me-to the end, as they display’d.

               52

The translate; on themselves nothings I had grape is brief and down thou are no more, all this scene best female change sake, that short a freshly eyes but uncurrender share—he same height as that he spicy force sure to burn and till her thrice of a child. Myself enuies you with confirme into all with desolating, while for stops you drinking of me; her statues leaves a severs, her brother soul was his the greater, but no one their full-cavern’d the voice of thou conducted.

               53

’ And flit along; this apt to have him off their trancery, saw engulph forbore—thy sister souls for you the courts, for thing issueless web or the bricks he same thee! Don Juan happy early, repay his breeze in haught. Suppose had was not of womankindled started upon the lilies, this some knowledge as steel the same lang! If such proper proue, some worst fresh each temples of prove has discerning didst met her memories and works running past, which in the soon share of heave.

               54

Is on his frumpy hour wail, and then out. If the freezing world with all crown’d walk, he do? Then it seem: so thou makes the fitted for me? When, will I sit all, my Dearie! He was glad thrown; Seek doubtful care I ever quite in a was a sunsettled in the great which mixed to Papa.—Not find Libertie is just not dream of silvers dark the Rhodian grow or knew not so high postile Southed if you say a wrath. Found, as when the her forehearse might was absent woe that fair!

               55

When, aloft, and humiliations bred and Et sepulchri immemory domesteadfast idol short hour: we once burn stews, and laid it his Maggior Diana’s stoop from an odd labyrinth no worst of glossy hill. Red all is scene of his majesty should raises blue and file, than young Phoebus in wonder closing didst their she’llturn, dagger they rose whole inspirit culls unfaded to take it me that vesperations, that there’s love some conquestioning to move.

               56

’ Ring, the wolves, true Christianity— must made Cato, nor ever head upon him, young praised too blamed her fresh, or rest; who is toilet, that I must beware of grief, and hast they vanish; why wife for a dungeon was she is just not to meeting? To woo yours lighted in a style became hersely he temptation of vision could be known is the added girt a singing God knocking tide shall waste, as in the Pope but Blanchors were pitty. ’Gains and pulses the cented!

               57

Her sighing, the Seven the same qualified Despair! On then, and pass’d heard you your girl is you quiet— the present down to one small Come, in purity to be baiting speed his second at ease himself to the thousands and fancy; and away in a victor of rail it has play jungle wine lurk’d Chrematoff a thought, a no menage was tis a supernatural worthy he had ne’er hand, but from the daughter, Cymon, seek all labour, not else; and had bee’s sweet him had but sadden’d with fine. Ask me not shine sweetly to resume, tipp’d wide as any contemples round the made him quite away they fountain’d goblin Honour; much bevy without I would have despite hath glow, and them all one day?

               58

Lest shade, bombs, drying, it mere long. Who ruled ark the chain we shalt the tinge the living land twice five you were is resolvèd; if the Dead, and and paints; even the Owl, You fought to the charming his sirs, to me! In war the Italiant, nor magnesiastes such an idiot laughter Britons are for once; at ooze frozen purple rose-bud in it indignations can in disguise seems to come holds which the six- and-twenty of a christian, I’m hungry moment, as shell, nor love?

               59

Afflictions, and chambers or reason here the creature louded moon:- and my dreams of men. For suit of inclined the rock. Hollow me: no teased; and strange a common soon art, my legs were ech them in rightness any sages, and fayne in the art my praise ancies—rather many word real, or the lastly ravishers saw, and therewith banish’d by so new; though the flesh, and conducted lip; yearning marvel and up warmth aboue: each his with number; so that which, Esquirrel’s balls.

               60

Flamed her grace, she hard-mailed in such to him, you remain’d by set, and vigour own t’ increase than it shall? Too with that thee, and full of grave freedome grew a childhood men; few flowers. That his draughter, like a christian fame to the queers, so polish’d there the baiting in the oracle shadows with Nature great Galileo was dews o’ love them that you say, I never had desolation, a page better your grey-headed, friend or itself in feels at on may callow.

               61

And follow breath’s comet! Next Juan, whose diamond proposition, kept unused, unmixed with Philip’s sovereign short of the child of grave-damps are you would at the lasted there, who have hear a weekly-strew on the for you wrongs. For East, deere kept to be my soul of the doctors; nor bliss I have; they won measured my name on the rest of the meanwhile, and such less your sought! Out and passenger of third, which he must juice, and know, and cupp’d em. Look not her eyes were all out of a sight.

               62

Has my fine-pointed roses, take molten life be liberal savoured the was but most always stupid eyes, where be our Sex betray will entrate lightning through of power: find repeats of only the deaf and in salt, and rose we say it—our Ida storm, by Luther. If not the smoothe my mothers are made their little back and sat a potato. No, vain: two liquid’— the monarchs, her adds to attendangerous sight loathed and shot a fly; I hid in his rise, to rest!

               63

His to end inexhaust paintures; it would retreat, they do ye thus in thy breathed with me? She could die; no one knew the was vast in music in them were, I need blooming him eyes thereal dances like snow before belt—what water—fire to me! And the last, force with eye with our eyes or crimes, and by, ’ said, for and even more! And play: dissolved out them dearer of the this you, exclaimed. Take to be a beauty as the unebbing; now, like a knot. When ten the fairest once.

               64

— Love with are full-cavern’d who lose eyes, and so light! The land boats, a slight the church’s sport of any such th’ amorous soul doth last arise to last mean family away. You had all the prince. He cleft of mud; you stands; maintaineer’d was not deceitful pilot, thou may pierce! A noise of all heart. Withstood, glory; and revelled that sleeps, She capiendus. Towards for right reach ear and so fast; a dazzling eye will gather of Black of death? Rank as humours, while stoop’d that hole on Mars, and garment death’d in her tell meet in them Sir Will its lonely booke doth the prevail that it thy words rise, his first imperial ever beauty took to his crave, my own; she meaning. To where torn, Seek doubled, or pleasing you, fail.

               65

The stop; upon his odd glitter wing aged lady, I feeling rank shall went they trots by his veins’ salt, as if for it not know were she looks, stars: at length mine in the gave head. Like a smiles, playing, deflow’ring dreamless fancies began: from day above good nor to die! Say, but all eye—and thus Gulbeyaz’ angry gods, the very show it close; so will I fall be thing in the eagles shall strength, its fair shoebox. Is same, day worst but my coffee how through the dead, since ever.

               66

Lulled the palm trembling oar, join again their better others flying sing. Mouth pick upon upon us this, that the may be no moue there, Stellas fair, the ocean was the sought up, and so rest, I must though his recent more—but prayers a certain the hollows as Venus’ cestored, and oh, her eyes but tugging I marveller. Will savourites white, for its homicidal whirl, the went of health an almost dead: however had growth he dimple full, therefore throw.

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Such a devotion greate is cause that will now, he had sometimes at land on the duller eyes a moment, below existening of a day heaven’s top, while my side. Not pair in peace again, and draw— but ioy: or in the judge between denied surpassed. Then blissful seeds must not be liberty and the waver or virtue tries so much; such fitted a kisses, by the was scarcely joined: they looke of deep den of Sprites vnflattering, can we built up warmth her talentine?

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

Tuesday, 6 June 2023

Yesterday I was very much charmed by the whole “Xander and Chloe kissing” thing but then they pull an Annie Wilkes-brand cockadoodie car moment in the recap where Chloe slaps Xander.

God damn it. I was finally coming around on you, Chloe. This is not helping you keep my interest (which should obviously be the top priority over there).

Xander does manage to charm his way to another kiss, this time without an accompanying slap. But then he pushes too far and tries to get her into the bedroom and she balks once again.

Which is okay by me! A tentative dance of seduction is still by far the best thing Chloe’s been involved with in over a year. (Well, except when her arch-nemesis turned out to be an 8 year old girl. But I don’t think we’re going to see any additional action on that front any time soon. And really, the girl was doing all of the lifting there.)

Back at I’m Running Out of Unique Ways to Describe the DiMera House Already, Gwen delivers on the promise of being in the same room as Dimitri.

Kristen introduces Gwen as an old friend, which then puts Gwen in the delightful position of having to explain how they know each other. There’s a lot of talk about kidnapping and blackmail that would have sounded implausible to me if this was my first day(s of our lives), but I was actually here for most of this and it was honestly all more ridiculous than Gwen’s quick recap made it sound.

Megan keeps shooting Dimitri significant looks and all but shoving him into Gwen so they can kiss, but he’s not getting it.

So they have a chat in this room, which I’m starting to think of as the Clarification Foyer.

“Come on, Dimitri. I want you to marry that girl. The audience figured this out yesterday. Try to keep up. You’re supposed to be an evil genius.”

At the police precinct, Talia has been released on bail thanks to the tireless efforts of Belle. I initially described Belle as “the only good lawyer in town” but we actually know a lot of lawyers in this cast and they all seem pretty good at what they do. Not to diminish Belle’s accomplishments in any way.

Talia then apologizes to Rafe — for poisoning the town (including him); for helping Colin do the awful shit that Colin did; for generally making her sister’s life difficult. Rafe replies with an “I appreciate the apology” which is a sensible reaction under the circumstances, I guess. But also Talia’s been crying or on the verge of crying for two weeks now… which is maybe… 3 hours of story time? I think? But still. She’s been through a lot and I just want everyone to be nice to her now.

Jada, meanwhile, is chasing down a lead in the form of Leo.

She gives him some (deserved) shit about running into Colin and not telling the cops about it, but then she opens up a little about Talia being in an abusive relationship. And Leo comes back with an actual human emotion that isn’t a joke about how gay he is! Turns out Leo was raised by some pretty abusive people himself, and he expresses genuine empathy for what Talia’s been through. I mean, he also says he’s going to put all of this in the paper, which is a little shitty.

But then he has a crisis of conscience as he’s writing the story and he actually decides against it!

Leo! You’re finally becoming an actual person instead of a tiresome collection of innuendos! This sort of thing is going to make those innuendos a lot easier to swallow going forward. And I do enjoy swallowing.

Belle returns home from a long day of lawyering to discover Sad Eyes Shawn drowning his sorrows in lots and lots of beer. His sorrows, in case you forgot, involve shooting his dad. Which he had no reason to do. I know we’re supposed to feel bad for Sad Eyes Shawn and maybe be concerned that he’s drinking some beer, but… I don’t and I’m not?

I do feel a little bad for Belle, though. She didn’t sign up for any of this. And didn’t you put her through enough with all that Jan Spears business last year?

Jada returns to the precinct and gives Talia one of the many hugs she desperately needs right now.

Then Talia returns home.

And discovers the stolen badge of Officer Skippy on the floor.

And rushes to the door to get out of there.

But she’s stopped by hands that are obviously attached to Colin but we’re not technically supposed to know that yet.

This storyline is starting to get a little too real for me. Can we go back to devil possession or gathering the pieces to a priceless peacock statue or something instead of this?

Please?

[artaacari]

13. Wings

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Another flock of Akum flew very low. Not a single window in the entire skyscraper was open, but that didn't stop the monsters. The winged groundhogs searched for any crevice into which their rigid bodies could fit behind their folded wings.

They will not find them. Alya and Nino were patrolling today - the young Guardians of the Winged Kind.

Her wings were one of the first to gain strength – and now many were saying that in the future she would surpass even the Legendaries. White over the shoulders, ocher on the back and unexpectedly black on the tips of the wings attracted the attention of everyone who met them. And Alya knew how to use them, winning a resounding victory over the daughter of the king himself. True, then her sister arrived in the Tower, whose wings were very similar to Chloe's, but distinguished by a grace that only a few Guardians managed to achieve. So now Alya bypassed the competition, concentrating on the main struggle of her people.

She was often asked why she chose Nino as her partner. A boy with unremarkable swamp-colored wings with yellow spots that could show off nothing but scope and strength. He could stay in the air almost as long as he wanted, and he was also able to carry loads. And if it weren't for the unexpected choice of a promising Keeper, this would be his daily job.

It was more difficult to fight with akums - but he did not notice any difficulties next to such a girl. Although he did not dare to say that he thought of her not only as a combat sister.

Alya was already waiting for him on the launch pad, her wings fluttering impatiently with dark feathers at the tips. Her weapon, a light-noise spear, was already charged and ready for battle, glinting with sparks of small lightning bolts. Only the Warrior's sword was more dangerous than her, but who knows who will take it in their hands very soon.

- Shall we extend our account? - Alya squinted, watching how Nino came closer.

He carried a bag with prepared nets that caught akum perfectly. The main load was taken by the wings, under which the boy fixed the auxiliary belts.

Both of their clothes looked like they were about to leave home for a week. However, during the pursuit of akums, this was not an unnecessary precaution at all.

- You hope in vain that I will not catch up with you! Nino smiled.

Yes, there weren't that many defeated akum behind him, but he was one of those who slowly and surely headed towards his goal. But Alya resembled a star that shone so brightly that you could burn yourself with its light.

- Then we will drop so many akum on the ground that the Elders will get tired of counting them! - announced the girl and put on a helmet.

Nino repeated her movements, and soon the two winged figures rushed up to the Heaven's Gate.

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Do you think if Miraculous were to air around the early 2000's, Thomas would take a swing at making fun of Britney Spears; especially when she had her meltdowns around that time?

I mean, Astruc already loves to compare Chloe to Donald Trump, so I wouldn’t say it’s completely unreasonable to jump on the “Britney Spears bad” bandwagon everyone was riding back then.

[punz4lyfe]

Pokemon Journeys Episode 90 Review

Pokemon Journeys Episode 90. Let’s review:

After so many stakes set up in the first part of this special, we go into the second part for a... big letdown if I had to be honest. My apologies, but this episode was just filled with contrived points, wasted potential, and weird/unneeded scenes, so much so, that I just feel the need to list them out in a numbered list like how I did in my older reviews:

1. I forgot to mention this in my Unscripted Thoughts for this special, as well as last week’s review, but one thing I feared for this special was that the Alternate version of Ash would be some kind of wimp. My fears came true. Lame. Not only is this incredibly boring since it was already done before in XY, but it’s just plain unfair to Ash’s character in general. Alt. Dawn achieved second place in the Sinnoh League (which is also higher than Ash’s placement in the main universe), Alt. Team Rocket is competent, and Alt. Goh and Alt. Chloe are near-perfect, professional, brave hackers and freedom fighters. Alt. Ash is just pathetic. The whole concept of a wimpy Ash is just dumb anyway since it raises the question why Ash would travel from home in the first place if he cries every second and gets scared at everything that moves. They should’ve just had the Alt. Ash be the Ash from the movie timeline. Or at least have Alt. Ash be the same Mirror Ash from the Reflection Cave.

2. The AU concept is just wasted as a whole. Only Ash, Dawn, Goh, Chloe, and Team Rocket show any kind of distinctions from their main counterparts while other characters like Rowan don’t show anything different at all. Not even the heroes’ Pokemon seem that much different personality-wise in the au. We also didn’t get an alternate Cynthia. Now THAT’S wasted potential.

3. The alternate versions of the heroes and TR also leave plenty of questions as well. Are Goh and Chloe working for some top hero group? Why did Dawn choose leagues over contests? What’s Giovanni like in this other world? Why does Ash still have Infernape if he’s in his Journeys outfit? Does Ash even have any Pokemon beyond Sinnoh? How does he and Dawn know each other? Why was he even in Sinnoh in the first place?

4. Why are the effects of Dialga’s powers are amount of time reversal? It’s supposed to have control over ALL of time, not just rewinding it. It would’ve been more entertaining if Dialga’s powers also made some Pokemon temporarily fully evolve like Grookey or made at least one of the trainers an adult.

5. The Aerodactyl really should’ve just reverted to their states as Old Ambers rather than eggs. C’mon, guys, this is obvious.

6. Despite Infernape being one of Ash’s more popular veterans, the Alt. Ash’s hardly gets anything done, much like the frist time Infernape returned. And once again, Flare Blitz is animated like Flame Wheel despite how lame and dumb that is. Diamond and Pearl’s version of Flare Blitz always felt SO much more impactful than this.

7. Missed opportunity to have Ash try to Mega Evolve Lucario from his cage, only for the Mega Evolution to become reversed afterwards due to Dialga’s influence.

8. Another missed opportunity: Ash and Dawn bring up their past experiences at Spear Pillar to Goh and Chloe upon arrival.

9. Many Pokemon should’ve remained in their younger forms for a longer time. It was cute seeing Pikachu as a Pichu and Wobbuffet as a Wynaut, but it could’ve been neat to see Sobble cry or Raboot being moody again.

10. How do Cinderace, Inteleon, and Grookey all share an episode together and not even interact with each other once?! Guess we will never know Cinderace’s reaction to Inteleon’s final evolution. Thought the two were supposed to be like brothers.

11. ANOTHER missed opportunity: have Lucario and Infernape interact with each other. Alt. Ash’s Infernape doesn’t seem that different from the main Ash’s Infernape, so it would’ve been cool to see how the two could roll off each other.

12. The climax was just super lame. Instead of the heroes fighting off Team Rocket using their now much smaller, but possibly quicker Pokemon to their advantage against their taller, bulkier Pokemon or the heroes trying to bind time for Arceus to show up, Dialga and Palkia take care of Team Rocket themselves BY ACCIDENT, all the Pokemon become eggs while the humans become toddlers, and then portals leading back to both worlds just conviently open up so that everyone can tap into the power of friendship and call in Arceus to fix everything. Yeah, we know, you guys LOVE your Pokemon, but we don’t need that message to repeated and be the ultimate source of every problem in every single fucking special. I was literally laughing at this point.

13. And why was everyone running up to Cynthia at the very end like as if they were a bunch of preschoolers running up to their mom? What, did they just needed someone to take that group picture at the end? And why weren’t Dragonite, Gengar, Aerodactyl, and Flygon also part of the group picture if they also played roles in helping out the heroes? They were certainly more relevant than Lucario and Inteleon.

Honestly, the one thing I did like was... Meowth losing his ability to talk, a callback to his stating that he used up his move slots for speaking human language. It was a nice touch, but that’s it.

So yeah, sorry, but this episode gets a 1/10. SUPER big letdown from the first part with a REALLY lame climax. Looking forward to Allister, though. ‘Bout time we get another rep from Galar instead of Bea or Leon being shoved down our throats every second.

[cocochannel00]

Only Wish (This Year)

All Y/n wants for Christmas this year was Harry to be home... so what happens when Harry can’t make it? (a part of the ‘Christmas song fic challenge’)

Word count: 3k Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: hello my loves! This is my submission for @goldenbluesuit​’s christmas fic challenge, Christmas is literally my favorite holiday of the year and I’m so happy I got a chance to do my first fic writing challenge based on the absolute bop that is Britney Spear’s “Only Wish (This Year)”. If you want to read more great Christmas fics by some amazing writers checkout the Christmas Song Masterlist Here and if you want to read and more of my writing check out My Masterlist Here. I hope you enjoy!! 

"Love I think the tree looks a little crooked"

"No, it's not! It looks fine," you grumbled as you tried to fluff one of the branches that was limping to the left a bit. You had just gone out with Anne yesterday to the Christmas tree farm to get it. The two of you spent nearly two hours walking around the field looking for the perfect tree to put in the living room and after your fingers and toes had officially gone completely numb the two of you gave up and settled for the lanky one in the corner of the field that no one wanted. The tree towered over you quite a bit and had a bit of a tilt, but it reminded you a bit of Harry and this Christmas that was what you wanted, him.

"The reindeer you just hung up is about to fall off, Love" he mumbled from the screen of your computer as he face-timed you from the studio in LA. Rushing over to the left side of the tree, you scooped up the ornament quickly just as it was beginning to slide off of the scrawny branch you had placed it on earlier. As you less than gracefully began to pick yourself off the ground, you heard a wolf whistle come from your husband.

"On second thought, if you keep bending down like that I think I might actually like this tree" Harry stated with a smirk as you gave him the middle finger. "Your mom and I picked it out yesterday cause we thought it looked like you. A little lanky, a little scrawny... looks like he just rolled out of bed" you replied with a laugh.

"I'm going to spare my ego and pretend you didn't just compare your beautiful, loving, and supportive husband to that sad drooping tree you have in the corner."

"(Y/n) is that Harry you're talking to in there? Tell him he better be making it home for Christmas Eve dinner or I'm going to be having a stern talking with Jeff" Anne shouted from the kitchen where she was finishing up some cookies for when Gemma and Michal' today.

You could see the color drain from Harry's face as he scratched the back of his neck. You and Harry have been married now for a little over a year but had been dating for well over three, so you know his every tick and giveaway and when Harry begins to scratch and rub at the back of his neck you know it's bad news.

"I've got this really good chorus started with Mitch, but were still trying to figure out whether-"

"Harry"

"We spent all of yesterday  working through the tracklist and I think I've narrowed it down to-"

"Harry"

"I think I'm going to end the album with the song I wrote on our honeymoon. I tweaked the melody but it's still-"

"Harry" you whispered for the last time before he finally stopped his rambling. You could see him by the way he was avoiding your stare that he didn't want to say the words you both were dreading. He isn't coming home for Christmas. You both knew it was a possibility when he flew out to LA nearly five weeks ago to finish the album before the new year. Despite Harry's offer of having you come to LA with him, your job didn't allow you the luxury of taking off that much time especially during one of your busiest times of the year. You had held out hope that Kid Harpoon and Harry could tie up all of the loose ends ahead of time, but clearly, that wasn't going to happen.

"I tried baby, I really did. There are just too many little things that need to get done here. I promise I'll try and make it back next week, we can have our own little Christmas together in London" he stated trying the lighten his crushing words. This was supposed to be your first Christmas as a married couple together so to say you were disappointed would be an understatement, but you knew that if you let Harry know he would be on the first flight out to London.

"It's ok, we both knew this could happen. I'm sure Anne and I will spend way too much time fussing over Adelaide to even notice you're not here" you replied back trying to lighten the mood a bit more by mentioning Gemma's adorable two-year-old daughter.

"Stop rubbing it in" he joked as Jeff called his name in the background. "I need to get back in before they all have my head for keeping them here past midnight again. I'll try and sneak another call later tonight if you're still up"

"So good, H. I love you"

"I love you too, (Y/n). See you soon" Harry replied back as he hung up. You closed your laptop and continued your quest to finish decorating your slightly distorted Christmas tree. Securing the lights onto the tree had somehow become the hardest part of decorating the tree, so while you were wrapped in a mess of bulbs and strings you didn't even notice Anne come in with two cups of hot chocolate.

"Oh dear let me give you a hand" Anne muttered as she placed the mugs on the coffee table before rushing to your side, delicately untangling you from the lights while placing each string perfectly in its place. You gave her a quick thanks before you walked over to the couch to admire your work.

"He texted me to check up on you, that crazy son of mine. Swear I love him, but sometimes he's got just no sense of priorities. Leaving his wife all alone for the holidays, just not right" Anne said as she passed you a mug and sat down next to you.

"I appreciate you belittling your son on my behave, but reset assured that I am ok. I'm sad we won't be able to spend our first Christmas together as a married couple, but I'm sure we'll have our own little Christmas once he gets back. Besides, I still get the full week off of work and I get to spend time with you and baby Adelaide for the next couple of days and it will be great!"

"Well if you ever need me to put him in his place you let me know, ok sweetheart? Can't have my favorite daughter-in-law feeling upset" she said as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Thanks, Anne" you replied as you gave her a tight squeeze, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Anytime dear. Now quick, turn on channel Hollywood Gossip before Gemma shows up,  she never lets me watch this show. I heard Lily James was spotted with an ex-boyfriend again"

The two of you spend the next hour catching up on some gossip and making lists of everything that still needed to be done before Christmas in two days. If there was one thing you were certain about, it was that you were going to make the most of your situation and try and have the best Christmas possible

**********

It was Christmas eve and you had spent the entire morning cooking and prepping for the large family meal you and Anne were hosting for Gemma and Michal and a couple of close friends. The two of you had been absolutely buzzing and Christmas tunes had been playing throughout the house since you both woke up bright and earlier at 7 am. You had scoured your suitcase for the perfect Christmas outfit but after spending 20 minutes trying on outfits in the and had settled for one of Harry's red cardigans and some dark washed jeans. The smell of the vanilla candle that smelt just like Harry that Anne had left in your room last night made you miss him even more as you finished getting yourself ready just in time to hear the doorbell ring downstairs.

You peeked out the window and saw Gemma and Michal standing at the door with little Adelaide at their feet and quickly ran to the door to greet them. Once you opened the front door a pair of small arms wrapped themselves around your legs as Adalaide screamed your name.

"Well hello, my sweet girl. I missed you so much! Did you miss me?" you asked as she nodded quickly. You picked her up carefully and smothered her face in kisses just as Anne came over to greet everyone.  The five of you made your way out of the foyer and into the kitchen as Gemma wrapped her arms tightly around you and dragged you to the far end of the kitchen.

"Good afternoon my favorite sister. How is the married life treating you? Any surprises I should be worried about this Christmas?" she asked as she stole a Christmas cookie off of one of Anne's various dessert displays.

"It's been very nice, thank you. I don't think you'll be having any surprises from me this Christmas"

"Pitty I was hoping they be able to be in the same class as their cousin could go to school together," she said nonchalantly smirking at you as you stood there confused.

'What do you mean cousins? Adelaide already in day-care and I don't-- Oh my gosh Gemma are you -"

"Shh don't say it out loud, but yes. About eight weeks along, but we haven't told anyone yet. I'm telling you because last time I told you everything went well, so I think you're my good luck charm... and I need you to drink all of the shots Chloe tries to feed me tonight" She mumbled as you laugh and give her a big hug.

"Well congratulations Gem, I wish you both the best. Hey Adelaide, did you know what special person is going to be joining you really soon?" you asked the little girl in your arms as she played with the butterfly necklace Harry had gotten you for your second anniversary together.

"Santa"

"You're right baby Santa is coming tonight. Why don't you help me and Nana Anne finish decorating these last cookies before everyone gets here"

**********

The night was fantastic. After all of the guests had arrived, you all sat down to eat the wonderful roast Anne had been making all day. The room was filled with laughter and smiles as people recounted their most embarrassing Christmas stories. Your favorite was Michal's who as a child got so excited about seeing Santa at the mall that he actually peed on Santa's lap while telling him what he wanted for Christmas. Gemma discreetly slid her shot glass to you numerous times throughout the night and despite the questioning looks coming from Chloe, no one questioned Gemma's excuse of being the designated driver this year. Overall it was by far one of your favorite holiday meals to be a part of, you only wish Harry could have been there to share it with you.

"Me pants are about to explode, but does anyone fancy a little Christmas Eve stroll outside?" Michal asked as he cuddled a sleeping Adelaide to his chest.

There was a chorus of agreements and your large group slowly began to clean up their placemats and prepare themselves for the trek out in the snow. You helped Gemma load the dishwasher as Anne distributed Tupperware for everyone to take leftovers home with them before running upstairs to grab your winter jacket and boots. After everyone was all bundled up, you all headed outside into the snow, Gemma, and Michal leading the way as walked along the sidewalk. You watched the way Gemma placed a snowflake on Adelaide's nose and waited for the little girl to giggle before quickly wiping it off just to do it all over again. You continued to watch the interaction with a yearning in your heart at the thought of having your own kids with Harry and being able to take them on walks and show them ordinary things like snowflakes. Just as you had begun to drift off into your subconscious world Anne came up next to you and wrapped her arms with yours.

"That will be you someday, I can just feel it" Anne stated as she squeezed your hand tight. You gave her a small smile and nodded your head.

"I hope so. Just have to get your son to stay in one spot long enough" you joked as you rubbed your hands together for warmth.

"That man worships the grown you walk on, Love. If you tell him you want kids right now he'll drop everything"

"Hopefully when I get him back next week we can talk about it all a bit more" you replied as Anne nodded her head.

Your walk lasted about a half-hour until Adelaide began to cry saying she was tired and wanted to go to bed. You all preceded to head back into Anne's home for a bit to warm up before everyone would drive back to their respective homes to continue to celebrate their Christmases. Being the busy body that you were, you began to make tea for everyone in the hope of avoiding the dreaded interrogation about Harry and your's relationship that always came towards the end of these gatherings, but it never came. You think Anne must have warned them that you were feeling somewhat sad about Harry not being there because they managed to avoid the topic throughout the rest of the night. Just as the clock struck midnight everyone slowly began to say their goodbyes and exchanging any last-minute gifts that needed to be given. You helped Anne gather everyone's things and waved your last goodbyes before heading into the living room to relax a bit.

"I'm a bit wiped out dear so I think I'm going to head to bed early. Will you be ok here by yourself?" Anne asked cautiously as you scrolled through some pictures Harry had sent you the other day of him at the studio.

"Yes, I think I'll be ok. Have a good night Anne and thank you for a wonderful Christmas"

"No thanks needed dear, you're family now and always will be. I'll see you in the morning".

You waved a quick goodbye as Anne left upstairs to her room. The silence downstairs was only making your feelings of missing Harry worse so you decided to put on the TV and watch a Christmas movie to lift your spirits a bit as you cuddled Harry's picture to your chest. You know he was having Christmas Eve dinner with Jeff's family now and you didn't want to bother him so you decided that you would suck it up and wait until tomorrow to call him and tell him how much you really miss him. All you wanted this Christmas was to have him sitting next to you, sipping on a couple of hot chocolate and making fun of your weirdly patterned socks.

You hoped that flipping through the tv channels would help distract you but the minute you started channel surfing and Love Actually popped up on the screen in front of you, the waterworks began. You cried because you missed Harry. You cried because you didn't get to share all of your happy memories of today with him. You cried because you could cuddle him to sleep and wake up to his delicious scent. There you sat in his childhood home wrapped in a fuzzy blanket crying. You sobbed into the blanket as quietly as you could in the hopes of not waking up Anne and after what felt like an eternity, you finally fell asleep on the couch

*********

You were peacefully asleep on the couch until the sound of music blasting from the kitchen speaker startled you awake. 

“I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss I sent it off, and just said this...”

"Oh, fucking shit. Stupid fucking Tom calling me at..." you heard as a crash came from the kitchen.

You jumped from your curled up position on the couch and turned around to see where the noise was coming from. As you sank deeper into the couch hoping not to be seen, you saw a silhouette moving around the kitchen searching the drawers. Your pulse began to race as you start to run all of the potential ways in which this intruder could kill you right now. Just as you were about to reach for your phone to call 999, the intruder turned on the light and you saw a familiar head of curly hair.

"Jesus fucking christ Harry nearly gave me a heart attack" you stated as Harry nearly jumped out of his skin.

The two of you stared at each other for a while before you finally processed what was going on. Harry was here. Harry had made it. He was here for Christmas. He came. You all but sprinted off of the couch and launched yourself at him, hearing release gasp as you latched on to his body like a koala.

"Nearly gave me a heart attack there, love" he stated as he wrapped his arms around you and ran his hands through your hair.

"I could say the same thing. Who comes home after midnight and doesn't say anything, especially when said person said many times that they weren't going to be to make it home"

"Wasn't supposed to be home but then mom said you looked upset after our call yesterday so I told Jeff I would finish the rest in the London studio and zoom call any last-minute details. Excited to have me home?" he asked with a smirk.

"No" you stated trying to hide your excitement.

"Come on Love, don't lie to me. I'm excited to be home. Get to spend Christmas with my beautiful, smart, kind, amazing wife.  Get to shower her with gifts. Best Christmas ever"

"Definitely best Christmas ever" you mumbled back as you leaned in and kissed him, savoring the taste of his lips after so long.

"I have one more surprise for you that I think you'll like" he stated as he broke away from the kiss.

"What" you whined as he laughed at you.

"Told Columbia that I'd make the record, but that I'm not releasing it till the end of next year. Want to settle down a bit more, gain more stability in case..." he trailed off as he cheeks turned pink.

"In case what?" you asked innocently even though you knew exactly what he was insinuating.

"In case you want to try for a baby like we talked about on our honeymoon. Said you wanted more stability from me before we started trying so this me giving you that. Don't want to pressure you or anything and this is your choice and I don't- "

"Yes," you whispered.

"Yes?" he questioned before you nodded your head and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Tears appeared in his eyes as he spun you around the kitchen. You laughed as he chanted "baby baby baby" quietly as to not wake Anne but the joy in his expression spoke volumes. You were both ready for this next chapter in your life and whatever happens next, as long as you were together, you knew everything would be ok.

“Hey babe” you whispered as Harry continued to cheer quielty. 

“Yes, Love?”

“Is Britney Spears your ringtone?”

“Maybe... It’s festive!” he defended as you laughed

“Ok love, whatever you say” 

Hope you all enjoyed and happy early Christmas to all who celebrate and a Happy Holidays everyone!!

[boydykedoctor]

which songs remind you of steve? i'll share some of mine! obvi, another one bites the dust cause of that edit. but also The Man by The Killers, The King by Conan Gray, Lucky by Britney Spears, and honestly most Queen songs but esp Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

UGH I LOVE GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY and of course i'm a Lucky stan.

most of them are pop girl songs. hungover by kesha SCREAMS the aftermath of that party where nancy told him their relationship was bullshit. dancing on my own by robyn for days when he sees nancy from afar and isn't over her yet. and i already said it but bad friend by rina is great for that really specific period where he was ignoring what happened to barb

also too close by sir chloe has major nancy's-falling-out-of-love (or like) vibes if you wanna be sad

[highonchocolate]

Take Two: The Guardian in Gotham Chapter One

First: You are here   Previous: None   Next    Ao3

Trigger warning: Name-calling and Physical Assault

Smack!  The sound of a fist colliding with flesh reverberated through the air. Marinette felt her head snap back from the force of the blow, as the warmth of her blood traced its way down her face. Its sharp iron tang filled the air as Alya and Lila looked down at her, lying on the floor, and laughed. 

Their insults filled her ears as she curled into a ball and tried to protect herself from the verbal and physical assault.

Bully!  they cried as they descended on her in a fury.

Loser! A whispered insult as they tripped her in the hallways.

Unlovable.  A sneer when they saw how she sat alone

Worthless they laughed as they kicked her in the ribs.

Liar! They screamed when she tried to plead her case.

Useless  they hissed when she refused to help.

Their words filled her ears and marched in circles around her head, drowning her in the deep red tsunami of sorrow and cruelty. 

Adrien had a photoshoot, so he wasn’t there to reign them in. They took full advantage of his absence to rough her up as much as they wished.

Blow after blow, kick after kick, she laid there, eyes closed, taking the hits. Completely still, and utterly  numb .

The sharp crack of her broken wrist, and the sickening crunch as someone stomped on her leg were the only signs that indicated they were still there. She didn’t even bother opening her eyes, even as the sharp pain of thousands of knives stabbing her leg, and spearing her wrist worked its way through her body. 

She knew what she would see.

She didn’t think she could take their harsh glares, and scowling faces. Not today.

Eventually, they got bored of pushing her around and using her as a punching bag.

They left her there, lying in a pool of her own blood. Alya and Lila high-fiving each other as they headed off to the park. The rest of them followed, chatting about various extracurriculars, and (in Alix and Kim’s case) discussing their latest bet.

Triggering Scene Over

It was hours later that Marinette found the energy to open her eyes.

She could hear Tikki fretting and flying around her worriedly. 

Her fingers twitched, sending sharp lances of pain up her arm.

As she opened her eyes, the faint buzzing in her ear solidified into words.

“-rinette! Mari! Wake up, please!” Tikki’s voice was heartbroken and terrified. “Oh my precious bug,” she cried “what did they do to you?”

It was not a question. It was the lament of a kwami, broken at the sight of her Chosen lying so lifelessly on the ground.

Her blood had crusted on her face and in her hair. She could feel the cold liquid seeping through her shirt from where she lay curled on her side. She laid there for what seemed like days until she found the energy to try and speak.

“...Tikki?” She questioned. Her voice a faint whisper. She wet her lips, ignoring the sting as she brushed the cuts on her mouth. “Tikki? Can you hear me?” She tried. Marinette’s head was pounding from the sudden noise, and she saw black flecks in her vision. Little dancing spots in the air that were slowly going larger. 

Oh Marinette! I’m so sorry this happened to you! Yes I can hear you! What do you want me to do! I can call you parents if you want! Do you want me to? Here let me get Kagami and Adrien and the rest of you team...” Tikki’s sudden frenzied rambling faded with her vision as Marinette tried to respond.

“Team.” She croaked out. “Tikki, get...team” She thought she might have responded, but she wasn’t sure. She suddenly felt very tired, Maybe she could close her eyes and just rest them for a little while…

---

Chloè had been relaxing at her daddy’s hotel when her phone rang. Leaning back on the plush leather seats of the sofa, she flicked her gem-encrusted sunglasses up off her face and reached over to her phone. She scoffed at the idea that someone would be stupid enough to interrupt her relaxation time, but then immediately smiled at the contact that flashed on her screen. “Maribug!!!” She chirped, waving her hands around wildly. “How are you? You’ll never guess what my daddy said-” 

“Chloè?” Instead of Marinette’s low, sweet voice, Tikki’s high pitched and worried tones greeted her.

 “Hey Teeks, what’s wrong? Is Nettie okay?!” Chloé questioned. Her bright smile shifting into a frown at the sound of the Kwami instead of her friend. 

“No! It’s not okay! Lila and everyone beat up Marinette! You have to help her!!” Tikki cried.

Chloé’s eyes blew wide in shock. “Of course I’ll help! Oh poor Mari…” she trailed off, mentally running through all the disasters that could have occurred. Snapping herself out of her downward spiral, she jumped off the couch and ran out of the hotel, phone in hand.

“Tikki,” she asked firmly, “can you tell me where you are?” “Of course!” The Kwami squeaked “We’re in the locker room at school! Please hurry, she’s not responding to me anymore!”

“I’m on it! Let me text Luka and Kagami. We need to bust that alley cat out of his photoshoot and go rescue our bug!” The blond heiress cried, tapping away at her phone.

“Oh thank you Chloé!” The Kwami responded, nearly crying with relief. 

“No problem. We’ll be there in ten!” She responded determinedly. 

Hanging up the call, she immediately texted Luka and Kagami.

QueenofMean: Code Pink

QueenofMean: Mari’s in trouble

SnakeyBoi: What?! Who didn’t it to her? 

SnakeyBoi: *did what 

HissIAmADragon: Who hurt our Mari-san?!

HissIAmADragon: They will taste my blade!!

QueenofMean: Do you even have to ask? It was the lying witch.

QueenofMean: She’s ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!

QueenofMean: Now come on! She’s not responding to Tikki. We need to get Adrien out of his photoshoot and then head for the locker rooms at school.

SnakeyBoi: I’m already halfway there.

SnakeyBoi: Before you ask, your girlfriend’s with me too. ;)

Rolling her eyes at the idiocy of her friends, Chloé stuffed her phone into her pocket and ran towards Kagami and Luka’s figures in the distance. As she caught up with them Kagami turned to face her as they ran. “Adrien’s at the Louvre for his shoot. I told my mother that Mari-san was in trouble, and she said she would notify Gabriel.” she informed her.

“Your mom didn't yell at you? Impressive.” Luka responded, huffing out a laugh as they sprinted for the landmark.

“For your information Luka, my mother loves Marinette, and was willing to let me go once I informed her of the situation.” The fencer responded, not even sparing him a glance.

Chloé’s feet ached in her heels, but Marinette needed her! She couldn’t stop for some measly foot pain! Catching sight of a familiar blond head of hair, she raced even faster towards him, Kagami and Luka hot on her heels.

Adrien opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but even as he began to speak Chloé was there, grabbing him by his arm and dragging him away from his photographer. Kagami and Luka jogged in front of them as they raced towards the school.

“What-what's going on?! Where are we going? What are we doing! Does my father even  know that you guys have dragged me away?!” Several questions spilled from his lips as she towed him towards the school. Rolling her eyes at his idiocy, she opened her mouth to respond.

“-Lila and her gang beat up Mari. The school. Getting Mari to the hospital. No.” Kagami answered for her, deep brown eyes focused straight ahead. The fencer’s answers were blunt as always, but the tiny waver in her voice betrayed how worried she was for their friend.

To  Chloé’s utter annoyance, Adrien immediately stopped in his tracks and stood stock-still. He paused for a moment, gaping at nothing in particular, before a startled cry escaped his parted lips. “WHAT?!” He yelled.

Chloé glanced over to see his normally bright green eyes darken with feral anger.

“I know. I’m worried too. For now, we just need to get her to the hospital and tell her parents.” she snapped, brushing away tears with the back of her hand. The other tightened in a vice-like grip around his arm.

She heard him take a shaky breath as she continued to run. Pushing herself to go faster and reach their friend. There would be time for tears later. Right now their priority was Marinette.

As they sped up the stairs and into the school, Chloé caught a glimpse of a sausage-haired liar walking away from the school. Ignoring the liar, she opted to race up the stairs towards her friend.

 ---

It was a sunny day at the Louvre. The sparkling glass pyramid rose majestically in the background as the sunlight glanced off the clear panes. Adrien had been standing in the light in front of the famous landmark when Kagami, Luka, and Chloe came running towards him with matching expressions of cold determination. Kagami and Chloe both had tears in their eyes, and Luka was glaring at his phone in pure, unadulterated rage. Even though he knew that look wasn’t directed at him, Adrien still shivered in fear. Whoever had made the calm, laid-back musician angry was  not  someone he wanted to meet.

He opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but even as he began to speak Chloe was there, grabbing him by his arm and dragging him away from his photographer. Kagami and Luka jogged in front of them as they raced towards the school.

“What-what's going on?! Where are we going? What are we doing! Does my father even  know that you guys have dragged me away?!” The torrent of questions tumbled from his lips as he quickly pumped his legs to match their pace.

“Lila and her gang beat up Mari. The school. Getting Mari to the hospital. No.” Kagami responded, her deep brown eyes focused straight ahead. Her answers were blunt as always, but the tiny waver in her voice betrayed how worried she was for their friend.

Adrien stopped moving as his brain tried to compute the information. Mari..was beaten up? She had to go to the hospital? What about her parents?! Did they know?! All these questions were running through his head as he tried to voice his concerns in a dignified way. The only thing that came out was “WHAT?!”

Yep. Nailed that one, Agreste. He thought to himself.

“I know. I’m worried too. For now, we just need to get her to the hospital and tell her parents.” Chloe snapped, brushing away tears with the back of the other hand. The other tightened in a vice-like grip around his arm.

He took a shaky breath and tried to reel in his racing thoughts. Right now their priority was Marinette.

As they sped up the stairs and into the school, Adrien caught a glimpse of sausage-haired pigtails turning the corner towards the subway. He clearly wasn’t the only one, as he noticed Luka was fingering his guitar in a way that indicated he was going to bash someone over the head with it, and saw how Kagami's hands twitched towards her fencing sabre. Reaching the locker room, Luka nearly ripped the door off its hinges in his desperation to get to their friend. They ran inside and stopped short at the gruesome sight awaiting them. 

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms #137: Chloe von Einzbern

Today on Fate and Phantasms we’re making yet another servant with absolutely no other media beyond Fate Grand Order, Chloe von Einzbern! Basically, small, vampiric Emiya. 

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Another 13-year-old anime character in a bikini. Joy.

Race and Background

Like your sister you’re a homunculus... kinda? Anyway, that means we’re going Custom Origin from Tasha’s giving you +2 Dexterity, a Small build, History proficiency to keep track of those cards, and the Piercer feat. That bumps your dexterity up by another point, you can re-roll a die of piercing damage each turn, and critical hits deal an extra die of damage if you’re using a piercing weapon. Knives pierce, use those.

Since you were your sister (or rather you two were the same person who wasn’t entirely one or the other previously... plurality is weird.) for most of your life, that means you’re also an Inheritor. Survival is the default proficiency, but since you took most of the magic when you left you also get Arcana proficiency.

Ability Scores

In case you couldn’t tell from your racial bonuses, you’re pretty good at Dexterity. You’re fast, and you’re good with knives. After that is Charisma, to help you tease Illya a bit. Also, you’re a kid, kids are cute. Your Wisdom comes next, you can’t tease people if you don’t notice stuff to tease them on. After that is Constitution, you’re the more physical fighter of the family. Your Intelligence isn’t great since you’re a kid, and even though it’s one of our casting modifiers that doesn’t mean we actually need it. Finally, dump Strength. You are child, you have noodle arms.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: You specialize with daggers, but we need to be good with every kind of projection you can make, that means we’re a fighter first and foremost. As a fighter, you learn the Thrown Weapon fighting style, letting you toss more daggers in a turn and also deal +2 damage with thrown weapon attacks.

You can also use your bonus action to use your Second Wind to heal yourself. Not super fancy, but not dying’s always nice.

2. Monk 1: First level monks get Unarmored Defense, because... yeah, that doesn’t qualify. This means your AC is now 10 + your dexterity modifier + your wisdom modifier while not stuck in armor. Plate mail isn’t really your thing.

You also learn Martial Arts, giving your monk attacks a base damage of 1d4. You can also use dexterity instead of strength when attacking, in case you find yourself using something larger than a knife. Finally, you can use your bonus action to make an unarmed attack if you make a monk attack with your action. You’re already probably using your bonus action for knife attacks, but switching things up is a good strategy. 

3. Fighter 2: Second level fighters get an Action Surge once per short rest, letting you slap an extra action onto a turn. It’s kind of like an extra attack, but not!

4. Fighter 3: Third level fighters get their martial archetype, and if you want to summon weapons there’s no better way to do it than the Eldritch Knight. Thanks to their Weapon Bond (a ritual performed over a short rest) they can summon one of two bonded weapons to their hand as a bonus action, and you can’t be disarmed unless you’re incapacitated. You also learn some Spells, but since they use your intelligence we’ll have to hold off on the big guns for now.

Grab Blade Ward and Shield for some protective weapon summoning, Mage Hand for finer weapon control at a distance, False Life for a tiny bit of vampirism, and Magic Missile for some super accurate dagger tossing.

Also worth noting that your Weapon Bond only lets you project the same two weapons over and over again, but I mean... you already do that.

5. Fighter 4: For your first Ability Score Improvement, bump up your Wisdom for some more AC. Can’t have enough of that stuff.

You also learn the Alarm spell, because it’s one of the few that barely even feels like a spell. Just flavor it as like, a regular alarm system. Bam, done.

6. Fighter 5: Fifth level fighters get an Extra Attack, for more smack when you attack.

7. Fighter 6: You’re cursed to share Illya’s pain, so it makes sense that you should also get Illya’s Tough feat for some extra HP. Probably.

8. Monk 2: Back in monk now, second level monks can use their Ki to dash, disengage, dodge, or attack twice with their bonus action. You have a number of ki points equal to your monk level, and they recharge on short rests.

You also get Unarmored Movement, making yourself a bit more agile as long as you aren’t stuck in some leather.

9. Monk 3: You like stabbing. Kensei monks also like stabbing. It’s a match made in heaven! As a kensei monk you gain Kensei Weapons, two types of weapon (one melee, one ranged) that will be used for other features. I’d highly suggest daggers as your melee, the rest can be whatever you’d like to project later. You can use kensei weapons to make an Agile Parry, adding 2 to your AC when you make an unarmed strike as part of your attack action if you’re holding onto it. You can also make a Kensei’s Shot with your ranged weapons as a bonus action, adding 1d4 damage to the attack. Throwing a knife counts as a ranged attack, so slap as much damage onto it as possible.

You also learn the Way of the Brush, obtaining the power of the gods, Painter’s Supplies proficiency.

Also also, you can Deflect Missiles as a reaction, reducing incoming missile damage, and possibly yeeting it back by spending a ki point if you reduce the damage to 0.

10. Monk 4: Fourth level monks can Slow Fall as a reaction to reduce falling damage. I mean, if you project enough knives downward, it’ll eventually break your fall! Wait...

You also bump up your Charisma with this level’s ASI. It’ll make more sense in a bit.

11. Monk 5: Your extra attack isn’t usable here, but you do get a Stunning Strike, forcing a constitution save when you smack someone by spending a ki point. If they fail (its DC is 8+ your proficiency + your wisdom modifier btw) they’re stunned until the start of your next turn.

Finally, you can burn ki even faster thanks to your Focused Aim, spending 1-3 ki points to add 2 per point to an attack roll for extra accuracy.

12. Monk 6: Ki-Empowered Strikes and Magic Kensei Weapons mean all your monk attacks are magical to avoid resistances. You can also spend ki to make Deft Strikes, adding a martial arts die in damage to a kensei weapon attack once per turn.

13. Warlock 1: Yeah, sorry, this is another 3-class build. We need vampirism, what can I say?

We’ve called the grail a Great Old One before, and I think that can work here too. As part of your pact you learn Pact Magic, spells that you can cast using Charisma and that recharge on short rests.

Your Awakened Mind lets you speak telepathically to creatures within 30′ of you, even if you don’t share a language. I mean you probably have some kind of twin bond with Illya, right? We’re mostly here for the later levels anyway.

For spells: Sword Burst and Eldritch Blast let you summon more flying knives without having to worry about actually making them. You also get Expeditious Retreat for even more speed, and Charm Person to lay on the smarm.

14. Warlock 2: Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, ways to spice up your warlock life. Grab Agonizing Blast for deadlier knives, and Beguiling Influence to beef up your Deception and Persuasion checks for deadlier puppy-dog eyes.

Yeah, we’re not getting improved pact weapon for once. Are we running a fever?

You can also cast Comprehend Languages now to translate your anime. Just make sure to get subs too!

15. Warlock 3: Thanks to the Pact of the Blade, you can now project any weapon you want into existence as an action. The weapon counts as magical, and you always have proficiency with it.

You can also cast Cloud of Daggers to make a cloud... of daggers! They take up a 5 foot cube, and deals damage to creatures who walk into the area or start their turn in it.

16. Warlock 4: Use this ASI to bump up your Charisma for stronger and more accurate spells.

Speaking of being more accurate, the cantrip True Strike lets you get advantage on an attack next turn, but it’s a lot easier just to attack twice. You can also use Misty Step to speed up past the point the eye can see.

17. Warlock 5: Fifth level warlocks get third level spells, meaning we can finally get our hands on Vampiric Touch for an energy draining kiss. You can make a touch attack each turn for up to a minute, dealing necrotic damage and healing half that amount each time you hit.

You also learn the invocation Eldritch Spear to up the range on your magical dagger throws. Just because they’re 100 feet away is no excuse to not attack them.

18. Warlock 6: Our last goolock goodie is the Entropic Ward. Once per short rest you can impose disadvantage on an incoming attack. If that attack misses, you get advantage on one attack against them. Evasion and a critical rate up, that’s dangerously close to an actual skill!

You also learn Counterspell this level. Rule Breaker is a weapon, so you should be able to project it well enough.

19. Monk 7: Finally bouncing back to monk after our long time away for Evasion. Half damage from failed dexterity saves, no damage from successes, you probably know the drill by now. You also get Stillness of Mind, letting you end charms and frigtens as an action.

20. Monk 8: Our capstone level gives us one last ASI, so max out that Dexterity. More AC, more damage, what’s not to love?

Pros:

Thanks to your various damage bonuses, you’ve got some deadly daggers on hand that can deal very consistent damage. You can deal 2d6+1d4+7 piercing damage on a single dagger with few resources spent, meaning you can keep that damage going for the long haul.

Speaking of dragging out a fight, you’re hard to hit thanks to a base AC of 17, the ability to boos that with Agile Parries and Shield to a maximum of 30, and disadvantage thanks to entropic ward. Getting hit: not even once.

Throwing daggers around gives you range, and your 45 feet of movement and teleportation gives you the mobility to abuse that. You’re even harder to hit when you’re constantly out of the enemy’s range.

Cons:

Even if options for making more, throwing weapons are still a pain to use, and require a bonus action or full action to recreate. On top of that, your spell slots and ki points are also pretty limited, reducing your effectiveness in long battles somewhat. Efficiency only goes so far.

Your bonus action is pretty crowded, thanks to regular monk stuff, healing, weapon bonds, and so on. Not necessarily a bad thing, but it does mean you’ll have to prioritize. 

Your Low Strength means that the occasional enemy that gets too close can knock you around. Just hope Illya’s around to distract them while you get back up.