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nanenna · 11 days ago

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Let's Wrap this Up, Folks

Sleepy King Masterpost

No editing, we die like Vlad (slowly, painfully, and unmourned). I'm so happy to say this is done!

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Danny held Cujo close as he scritched him behind the ears, nothing like stinky puppy kisses to help him feel better. And right now he felt pretty awful! Dark Dan had been Ghost King too, it’s just that no one ever told him so he didn’t know. Well, judging from how Johnny and Kitty reacted no one else knew either, and he guesses that was a good thing. Except now everyone does know, between Johnny and Kitty, and the whole of the Far Frozen he’s pretty sure gossip is already getting around.

“Alright, everyone ready to sit down and explain some shit?” Stinky trenchcoat man said. Danny had been introduced, he just didn’t care to remember Blondie’s name.

“Language!” Mom scolded.

“Yeah, yeah.” Stinky plopped himself onto one of the chairs. Wonder Woman sat elegantly in another while Batman loomed over her chair’s back. The not-a-ghost guy, Deadman, was hovering near Stinky.

Danny decided the safest thing to do was to squeeze himself between Mom and Jazz on the couch. Cujo laid himself out across their laps on his back, begging for belly rubs. Vlad seemed to take the Batman approach, standing off to the side and looking rather annoyed.

Stinky pointed at Danny, “Let’s start with the obvious, you somehow, and I’ve yet to figure it out but I will, are Phantom.”

Danny looked over at his parents. Mom smiled brightly as she patted his arm, “Why don’t you show them what you can do?”

“Yeah, Danno! Show them the Fenton gumption!”

Danny sighed as he transferred Cujo over to Jazz’s lap. Thankfully so long as he was getting attention he’d probably be okay. He stood up and moved into the middle of the room. “It’s kinda bright,” he warned before letting his transformation wash over him. “Tada,” he said lamely, arms held out as he stood in the middle of the room.

“Christ on a cracker!” Stinky yelled as he flopped back dramatically.

“You should see what Vlad looks like,” Danny said wryly.

“Daniel!” Vlad yelled angrily.

“Constantine already told us you two are the same form of being,” Batman said gravely.

“I would also point out that young Danny here has already accused you of some very suspicious activities,” Wonder Woman added.

“Vladdie was going through some things!” Jack stood and shook a fist at the Justice League.

“He’s working on reforming,” Maddie added with a smile.

“The biggest thing he was holding over my head was my secret identity,” Danny gestured as he spoke, then stopped and stared down at his hand. “Am I wearing armor? What? Where did…?” He looked down. He was covered in black armor with a white like loincloth, or whatever those are called, and some kind of white fur cape at his shoulders. He found the cape behind him and held it up: yup. White fluffy fur, kinda reminded him of the yeties. “Wait, I don’t have horns, do I?” He felt over his head, thankfully just finding his regular hair.

“No, Danny, you don’t have horns,” Jazz said with a giggle.

“Well excuse me, Pariah has horns! And so does Frostbite, this cape reminds me of him.” He patted himself, getting a feel for his new armor, it felt weird. “Where did this even come from?”

“Congrats, it comes with the title,” Stinky said with a hand wave.

“I don’t get it, the other ghosts said it wasn’t like a magical title or something, that Pariah just declared himself king and did everything himself. Why am I getting the magical girl outfit upgrade?”

“Pariah stole the crown, much like your weird uncle here tried to do.”

Danny snorted at Constantine calling Vlad his weird uncle.

“But the crown is much older than Pariah Dark, it decides who it belongs to.”

Well that was just great, he’s pretty sure Clockwork had something to do with this. “Ugh, this sucks! How do I get rid of it?” Danny asked.

“You don’t.”

Everyone just stared at Constantine.

“What?”

“Congrats, you’re the new Ghost King. Comes with a castle, an army of thralls, and a pretty significant power boost. Probably doubled since apparently you’re the king twice over.”

“No, I have school on Monday! I can’t go to school looking like this!” Danny waved at himself.

“Danny,” Jazz said while trying to hide a grin, “the armor wasn’t on your human form.”

“Oh… right.” Danny de-transformed and looked down at his hands, the rings were still there. “Um!”

“Sorry, kid, no such thing as a part time king, the crowns and rings are permanent now.”

“Noooooooo!” Danny wailed! His normal life! That he was finally getting back since his parents put better protections on the portal after finally telling them the truth! “I just wanted to graduate high school, was that too much to ask?”

Batman grunted, apparently in agreement.

Danny pointed at Stinky, “This is all your fault! If it weren’t for that spell you hit me with they wouldn’t be stuck.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Danny! Here you guys are!” Ellie came flying into the room, her backpack dragging on the ground. She stopped when she spotted the Justice League members all staring at her. “Uh….”

Cujo barked and scrambled out of Jazz’s lap, leaping for Ellie.

“Cujo! Who’s a good boy?!” The two began happily and loudly rolling around on the ground.

Sam and Tucker followed shortly after, both pausing in the doorway. “Uh… Danny?” Tucker asked slowly, “Why are Batman and Wonder Woman in Vlad’s living room?”

“More importantly,” Sam cut in, “why do you have the Crown of Fire over your head? Twice?”

“Turns out I’m the Ghost King, and so was you-know-who.”

“Which you-know-who?” Tucker asked.

“Nasty Burger explosion.”

Tucker still looked a little confused.

“Since Constantine said the second crown was from an alternate timeline, I’m guessing it belonged to an alternate version of yourself, one you also had to beat in combat.”

Danny sighed and deflated, “You really are the world’s greatest detective.”

Batman’s only response was a twitch of his lips. Danny never wanted to play poker with him.

“Danny, why haven’t you told us about this?” Mom asked in that very special tone of voice that meant she was Not Mad Just Disappointed.

“Well… he was evil,” Danny blurted out as his shoulders hiked up to his ears. “I don’t wanna be evil.”

Jazz came over and pulled him into a hug, “And we’re taking steps to make sure that doesn’t happen, part of that is getting you a proper support network. And look! Now we can ask the Justice League for help.”

“If you don’t mind, why hasn’t anyone called us before now?” Wonder Woman asked.

“What? So an overshadowed Superman can run amok and then there’s a photo of me punching Superman in the face on the front of the newspaper? No thanks.” That was the last thing Danny needed.

“What do you think the magic user branch of the Justice League is bloody for?” Stinky asked loudly.

“I didn’t know there was a magic user branch!” Danny defended.

“None of us did,” Tucker added. He moved to go sit on the floor and lean against the couch, Sam joined him.

“In all fairness, we do not advertise Justice League Dark,” Wonder Woman said with a gentle smile. “But now that we know our assistance is needed we are happy to help.”

“I’m not sure what you can do at this point, we’ve locked down the main way ghosts have been getting into Amity. Mostly it’s the natural portals now, and there’s not much anyone can do about those.”

“Can you get the GIW to back off?” Sam asked.

“Oh! I hadn’t thought about that,” Danny said eagerly.

Batman frowned, “What’s the GIW?”

“Hey!” Ellie came up to the side of Wonder Woman’s chair, “Can you teach me how to sword fight? That sounds so cool!”

“Why ask her?” Danny wandered over, leaving his friends to explain the Gits in White to Batman. “You can just ask Pandora.”

“I don’t have four arms like Pandora,” Ellie whined.

“So just duplicate, it’s easy!” Danny stuck his tongue out and furrowed his brow in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead before his arms split into a second pair. Then, just like Frostbite taught him, he made four ice swords, one in each hand. “See?”

Ellie rolled her eyes, “Oh, it’s so easy! Says the guy who can’t even make one whole duplicate.”

“It’s hard!” Danny defended. “And I can, I could do it with the exo-skeleton, just… not since.” He’d been trying, but duplication was hard, he didn’t seem to have quite enough power. “Wait a minute, I have a power boost with the crowns.” Danny took a step to the left, Danny also took a step to the right. Now there were two Dannies with a perfectly normal number of arms, each holding an ice sword. Each also had a pair of crowns over their head. “Huh, so that’s what it looks like,” both Dannies said in unison.

“Ew, stop it, that’s so weird,” Ellie said in disgust.

“Hey guys! Look what I can do!” Dannies both said with a grin as he popped out several more duplicates. This was going to be fun!

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Omake:

Danny trudged into school on Monday, chatting with Sam and Tucker, still wearing the crowns and rings along with his normal clothes. He went straight to his locker, getting ready for the day. On time for once!

“Hey Fenturd!” Dash jeered from down the hall, “Why’d you miss school on… uh… what’s that?”

Danny closed his locker and looked up at Dash, “What’s what?”

“What do you mean what’s what? What’s that above your head?”

Danny looked up, then back at Dash, “What’re you talking about?”

“Don’t play coy, there’s a crown above your head! It’s on fire?????”

“Dash, I think I would notice a floating, flaming crown above my head.”

Dash looked completely confused, he looked over at Kwan, who was also frowning. “Kwan!”

“I can see it too, it’s there.”

“Right! Hear that, Fentina?”

Danny just looked at Dash like he’d lost his mind, “This is a really weird prank.”

“I’ll prove it!” Dash whipped out his phone and took a picture, then held the screen out. “There, see?”

Danny looked at the phone, “I just see me and Sam and Tucker.” His friends also leaned in and looked at the screen.

Dash pulled his phone back and looked at it, sure enough the crown wasn’t in the photo. But it was also still floating above Danny’s head, and Kwan had also seen it. What was going on?

“Anyway, I’m gonna go turn in my homework, I don’t want to get stuck in summer school.” Danny turned and wandered off to first period, his friends in tow.

Dash was… very confused. He knows what he saw, he knows the other students saw it too!

“Isn’t that the crown the Ghost King had?” Paulina asked as Danny left.

“I… think so?” Dash said uncertainly.

“I think there were two of them,” Kwan added.

They all followed Danny to first period, they had it together after all. They arrived just after Danny, just in time to hear Mr. Lancer shout, “Sword in the Stone! Mr. Fenton, what is that over your head?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Danny answered calmly while Sam and Tucker, standing just a step behind him, were wildly shaking their heads and making various “Do not” gestures.

“I… You… that is…” Mr. Lancer glanced back and forth, clearly conflicted.

“I managed to finish that essay,” Danny said cheerfully handing it over. “Sorry about Friday, but it should be excused.”

“Yes, I was told about that… something about the Justice League?” Mr. Lancer stared at the crown.

“Yeah, I got to meet them! It was wild.” Danny smiled charmingly.

“Alright, yes, well… please take your seats, class will be starting soon.” Mr. Lancer looked at the crown one last time, then seemed to decide it wasn’t his business and to carry on like usual.

“Oh my god,” Danny whispered to Tucker and Sam as they went to their seats, “I can’t believe that worked!”

“Just your usual day in Amity Park,” Tucker said with a snicker.

Val came walking over once they were seated. She stared at the crowns over Danny’s head, then down to the rings on his fingers no one had noticed yet. Her eyes turned to narrow slits. Danny put a finger to his lips and winked.

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dc comics #justice league #sleepy king #nenna writes #fanfic #fanfiction #that's it!#i'm done!#this branch is finished!#hopefully I can go back to the sleepier branch and finish that too lol #too many characters oh my god #poor val only got a cameo at the end

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askthedreamyversegang · 6 months ago

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Tada! I decided to draw every single oc in the tourney I can draw (+A few honorable characters that deserved a spot in the doodle sheet).

Credits under the cut!

Star by @c0ffee-7

Valfrey by @gethoce

Amaterasu by @zerosocialskillz

Rainbow Dee by @cali-kabi

Moonstone by @m0x1ez

Lemon Dee by @snazzyladreal

Starry Dee by @staring-at-a-blank-pagee

Rifty by @dizzy-dudd

Aphelion by @hadopelagicpsi

Aijo by @starstruck358 / @birby-blog

Dotty by @cauli-flawa

Shattered Reality AU Marx and Dokutaro (Actually Pecharunt from Pokémon) by @poyoofthestars / @galactic-ambitions-jester

Starstruck Dee by @starflungwaddledee

Cosmo by @poppybros-jr

Sir Uther (Who is probably a pile of ash by now) by @quanblovk

Periwinkle, Ginger, Moss, Niru, Artist Dee and Honey Toast Dee by Me, @shibuyatoastedcursor .

And that wraps it up folks, I hope you don't mind the pings!

Bonus:

A placeholder Shade Knight I thought looked a little too good to leave out.

Shade Knight by @rosiegardenlove .

For: @kirbyoctournament

#kirby #kirby oc #kirby oc tournament #There are so many I lost count.#Thank goodness I managed to credit the right people.#Shi's doodles

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mysteryhackin · 2 years ago

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If I thought I failed Stan for Stanuary, I really failed Ford for @forduary ! But thank you to the kind folks who are still allowing submissions until mid March- I can't let the time go without honoring one of my favorite guys!

Mystery Trio AU. It's Fiddleford and Emma May's wedding! But when the Mystery Trio is involved, nothing can really go smoothly, and suddenly the guys and Emma May need to figure out how to avoid falling in with a crowd of some sort of hive mind that's taking over the guests, even though their invitation may be hard to ignore... For Week 2 of Forduary 2023: Anomalies

“Fiddleford!” Ford called frantically from the bathroom as he ran a brush through his brown hair, slightly annoyed he couldn’t ever figure out how to smooth it down like his brother could. “Have you seen my-” he was interrupted by a crash from downstairs. “What was that?” he ran to the top of the stairs, muffled cursing coming from the same direction as the crash. “Stanley! Are you all right?”

“Fine!” Stan called. “Just tryin to put on these stupid shoes!”

“I think you’ve got my shoes, Stan!” Fiddleford almost ran into Ford on the landing, his perfectly tailored brown tuxedo a sharp contrast to his bright green socks. “These are too big!” he held up a pair of similar shoes as he ran down the stairs, and, crisis averted, Ford hurriedly returned to the bathroom.

“Ha!” Ford heard Stan laugh. “After today it’ll just be me and Ford mixin’ up our stuff!”

“Mixing up!” Ford put down the shaving cream indignantly and leaned towards the bathroom door. “Is that what you call stealing?”

“We’re twins, Sixer, we can’t steal from each other!” Stan called upstairs.

“That’s the most ridiculous-”

“Can we skip this please?” Fiddleford’s good natured voice had a slight strain to it. “You nincompoops are gonna make us late!”

Ford ran back to the bathroom and heard his brother swear again, then remembered what he was going to ask a few seconds ago. “Have either of you seen my cufflinks?” he very carefully shouted as he began shaving.

“Yeah, they’re down here!” Stan yelled back. “By the way, d’ya mind grabbin’ my bow tie? I think I left it in my room!”

“Sure!” Ford splashed water on his face and patted it dry with someone’s towel, before putting his glasses back on and taking one final look in the mirror. Well, that’s as good as it’ll get.

He raced to Stan’s room, ignoring the gaping darkness of Fiddleford’s now empty bedroom on the way, and grabbed his brother’s bow tie off of his dresser, took a few steps away then doubled back to grab the cummerbund that was left there as well before bounding down the stairs.

“You forgot this, too,” Ford said wryly as he walked into the kitchen.

Stan was hunched over something on the table, and barely turned around. “Great, thanks, Sixer,” he said.

“What are you doing?” Ford asked, then looked around. “Where’s Fiddleford?”

“Told ‘im to wait in the car,” Stan answered, still bent over the table. “I forgot to wrap his present. Luckily he thought this was the box that had the… spore things you nerds collected from the pond yesterday.” Even though Ford couldn’t see Stan, he could practically hear his brother’s eyes rolling. “Worst bachelor party ever.”

Ford snorted as he walked over to his brother to hand him his tie and cummerbund. “You’ve never been to a bachelor party,”

Stan turned around and presented a mishappen box with entirely too much tape on it. “Tada!” he said, then rolled his eyes again at Ford’s unimpressed expression, setting it down to take his accessories. “So what if I’ve never been to one? I know enough that they usually involve, y’know, pool, and drinks, and sacrificing yourself to the pretty girls so they stay away from the soon-to-be-married-man.” He sighed midway through putting the tie around his neck. “An’ all we got to do was get eaten alive by mosquitoes in a moldy old pond- without, might I mention, any naiads like you said there would be.”

Ford smirked. “I merely speculated that a body of water in Gravity Falls might have naiads, I never made any-” he was cut off by the sound of the El Diablo’s horn. The two brothers looked at each other, Stan grabbed the present, and they booked it out of the cabin to the car.

“I’m gonna be late to my own wedding,” Fiddleford said forlornly as the Pines twins slid in the car and slammed the doors.

Stan got a manic gleam in his eye that made Ford double check his own seatbelt. “Not with me behind the wheel! We haven’t let you down yet, buddy, an’ we ain’t gonna start now!” And with a squealing of tires they pulled out onto the highway.

They managed to get there with one minute to spare, although Ford was pretty sure they had somehow circumvented space and time to do so (a wormhole? a gift from a kind fairy in the woods? Stanley’s actual driving? Ford made a mental note to investigate later), and Fiddleford didn’t even wait for the car to stop before he opened the door and practically flew out, running up the steps to the church and disappearing inside. Stan haphazardly parked the car and he and Ford followed, then stopped and doubled back to get the wedding present from the trunk.

Stan slammed the trunk and started running again, but Ford stood there for a moment, something nagging at him. Another moment later it hit him. “Stan,” he said uncertainly. “Where are all the other cars?”

Stan froze at the top of the steps and slowly turned around, his eyes wide with fear. “Are we at the wrong church?” he asked, then frowned defensively. “Look, the invite said it was offa Highway 17, and this is the only church I know that’s offa Highway 17…”

“Emma May’s going to kill us,” Ford said in a hollow voice, slowly walking up the stairs to join Stan.

“Aw c’mon fellas,” a cheerful female voice rang from inside of the church, “and get blood all over my white dress?”

Ford breathed a sigh of relief as Emma May came outside to greet them, wearing one of the poofiest dresses Ford had ever seen. Her hair mostly covered her eyes, but her smile was brilliant and mischievous. She looked at her watch. “An’ right on time too- I’m impressed!”

“But, uh, where’s everybody else?” Stan asked, slightly nervously. Emma May had once chewed him out for a full half hour for something he said, and Ford knew Stan was still slightly afraid of her.

Emma May laughed. “Sorry for this fellas, but I know the three o’you well enough to know you’d need some padding fer what time to be here. The wedding doesn’t start fer another half hour. Speakin’ of, I gotta finish gettin’ ready.” She began to leave, then turned back, her smile less mischievous and more sincere. “An thanks for gettin' my guy here. An’ for takin’ such good care o’him… generally.” She inclined her head in what could have been a wink- Ford still couldn’t see her eyes through her hair- and disappeared inside the church.

“How d’ya like that?” Stan huffed after he was sure she was out of earshot. “Being lied to because she don’t think we’re trustworthy!”

“Well, we’re not,” Ford said with a grin. “Part of being bachelors, I suppose.”

“Heck yeah it is!” Stan cheered up immediately. “So let’s ditch the present and get ready to be the best bachelors ever! The ladies won’t know what hit ‘em!”

Ford rolled his eyes with a wry smile, and followed his brother inside.

The ceremony was a little long, and Ford was getting tired of standing along with the rest of the wedding party, but he enthusiastically applauded as he watched Emma May and Fiddleford kiss after being presented as husband and wife. He truly was supremely happy for his best friend, but…he still felt a small sense of loss. It was the end of an era, after all.

But it was more than that.

It was another step towards Ford being alone.

First Shermie, now Fiddleford… Stanley was probably next. Yes, he was terrible with women, but he flirted enough that the law of numbers meant he would find someone sooner or later… meanwhile, Ford couldn’t even get girls to talk to him. He always hoped they would after he made some sort of scientific breakthrough, but if the past few years were anything to go by, that was rapidly appearing to be a flawed hypothesis…

“Ford,” Stanley’s nudge interrupted his gloomy thoughts, and Ford realized he was holding up the wedding party recession. He quickly jogged to catch up with one of Fiddleford’s brothers, Stan close behind.

They were about ten minutes into photographs in a small room near the reception hall, and Ford felt like his cheeks were about to fall off. How many angles did one need of the same people in the same place…

“This is stupid,” Stan mumbled behind him. “How come all the other guests are gettin’ snacks and stuff while we have to stand here an’-”

Suddenly there was a horrified scream from one room over... the kitchen.

“What in tarnation…” Fiddleford muttered.

Another scream was followed by a crash, and Ford took off running, barely hearing Fiddleford and Emma May tell everyone not to worry and make their way to the reception hall.

Due to the years chasing anomalies and conducting experiments, Ford had gotten pretty good at discerning screams. Screams from forgetting that a flask had just been on a Bunson burner and was still too hot to pick up were short and didn’t require too much attention. Long, unending screams meant someone was in immediate danger, such as an Abominable Broman chewing on your arm, and meant instant action was required to save the screamer. However, medium, horrified screams required caution. Something frightening had just been discovered but wasn’t yet causing any harm, and if the proper action was quickly analyzed and then implemented, the screamer could be saved with little to no damage to the screamer. He stopped short at the swinging kitchen door, planning on slowly opening to take a look at the situation...

And suddenly was knocked over by Stan running into him, barely avoiding falling forward into the kitchen.

“Stanley, move!” Ford said urgently.

“I’m tryin’, you’re the one who-” but he was interrupted as something else tripped over them and kept them down.

Ford somehow had a mouthful of white dress; his response to Stan lost as his tried to spit it out.

“Sorry!” Fiddleford hissed as he scrambled up and reached down to help out Emma May.

“Are you fellas OK?” she asked, holding out her hand to Ford as Fiddleford helped up Stan. “What’s goin’ on in there?”

“I’m just about to investigate,” Ford answered. “If you could keep everyone away in case-”

The kitchen door swung open, and two caterers lumbered out, their arms extended as if they were in a bad zombie movie, with the glassy eyed expressions to match. And there seemed to be something green and fuzzy on their skin, some concentrations of the fuzz looking almost blue.

All fear was knocked out of Ford as he stared at them in fascination. What was going on? Why did the green blue fuzz look familiar to him? And what was-

His musings were cut short as both Stan and Fiddleford grabbed an arm and pulled him just out of the way as both took a swipe a Ford.

“Join us…” the caterers droned.

“Uh, Emma May,” Stan said nervously as the four of them backed away, not taking their eyes off the lumbering attackers. “Usually I’m all about gettin’ stuff for cheap, but I think you went a little too far with the quality of caterers-”

“They weren’t like that when I hired them!” Emma May answered indignantly. “As if people like that could make a molasses cake,”

“Molasses isn’t a flavor,” Ford said, almost automatically.

“Stanford,” Fiddleford said, “I mean this with all my heart… shut up.”

The two caterers were getting closer, still intoning “Join us… join us…”

“Not that I go on as many adventures as you fellas,” Emma May said, still trying to remain calm. “But ain’t this the part when we start runnin’?”

“Can’t argue with that!” Stan said quickly, and the four of them turned and ran, Stan making it first and flinging open the door to the reception hall so the other three could get through and slamming it behind them, leaning against it as the zombies began pounding to be let in.

“How did they get to the door so quickly?” Ford panted. “They were just staggering… they shouldn’t be that fast!”

Several screams suddenly pierced the air, as something started happening amongst the guests in the reception hall.

“Oh boy,” Fiddleford said quietly, his face pale.

The four watched in horror as wedding guests and caterers alike lumbered through the now panicking crowd, reaching out to anyone near them.

“We gotta get outta here,” Stan said quietly.

“Just a moment,” Ford answered. “Maybe we can fix this!”

Still relatively safe on the other side of the reception hall, Ford watched closely to observe what was going on, tuning out the fear and screams and trusting that Stanley and Fiddleford had his back, just like they always did. After all, the first step to solving a problem was understanding what it was.

When someone without the fuzz on them was touched by one of the zombies, they would freeze for a few moments until the green-blue fuzz began to appear on their skin, then they too would seek out those who were uninfected, all seeming to move as one.

“They’re… they’re some kind of spores…” He heard Emma May say with a tremor in her voice.

Clarity hit Ford upside the head. “Those are the spores we collected yesterday! What are they doing-”

“I told you that box you were wrapping was our samples!” Fiddleford yelled to Stan.

“How was I supposed to know? Not like you guys ever label anything!” Stan answered with a huff.

“How can you not tell the difference between a sample of pond spores and a fondue pot?” Ford asked exasperatedly.

Stan threw his hands up in frustration “Oh, great, Ford, ruin the surprise!”

The gesture left the door from the hallway unguarded and allowed the caterers from the kitchen enough leverage to shove their arms through the door, grabbing Stan’s jacket. He jumped with a yelp, and quickly escaped out of the jacket. The four once more backed away, watching the zombies warily.

“So, um,” Emma May started. “What do we do now?”

“We should get somewhere safe to make a plan,” Ford said in a calm yet urgent voice. “It looks like people become part of a… hive mind of sorts…when they are touched by someone already infected. If we don’t let them touch us, we should be fine. I’m sure we can undo this…” The caterers once more took a swipe at him, which barely missed.

“Then you reckon we should start gettin’ somewhere they can’t touch us?” Fiddleford asked a little tartly, looking nervously behind them at the growing crowd of infected people and gripping Emma May’s hand.

“Good idea,” Ford nodded, and they took off.

“The chapel!” Stan called over the increasingly louder chants of “Join us…”. “We can barricade ourselves in!”

They ran towards the chapel, wrenching open the door, when a shriek came from Emma May. Ford turned to see three different infected wedding guests had caught her dress, and were slowly pulling her towards them.

“No!” Fiddleford yelled, and grabbed her arm, using all his weight as leverage to spin her away so the zombies’ grips were loosened as she was flung to the side.

But as he spun his new wife away, the momentum forced Fiddleford right into the middle of the infected guests.

“Save Emma May!” Fiddleford yelled as he was pulled into the mob.

“I ain’t leaving you!” Emma May shouted, but both Ford and Stan grabbed her and pulled her back, slamming and locking the chapel door between them and the mob.

Emma May stared into the distance, frozen in shock, as Stan and Ford grabbed the pews in the chapel and made a barricade against the door.

“Fiddleford…” she said softly.

“Don’t…” Ford grunted as he shoved one of the benches towards the door. “Worry. It doesn’t seem as if the infection damaged anyone, just hijacked their brains.”

“Just?” Emma May repeated angrily. “Just!” she made her way towards the boys. “This was our wedding day- folks ain’t supposed to just get their brains hijacked! And if it wasn’t for you and your stupid anomalies-”

“Technically, Stanley brought them-”

“Hey!” Stan protested.

“I don’t care!” Emma May shouted, still staring at Ford with a furious expression. Then her voice dropped and she said, quietly but intensely. “Fix. This.”

Ford gulped, then nodded.

Emma May gave him a short nod, and started pushing a pew towards the doors as Ford wracked his brain for a solution.

The spores didn’t attack any of them yesterday or this morning as Stan was wrapping the box. They had collected the pond water to keep the spores in, and kept it in a bowl in a dark box to mimic the habitat from which they were collected… ok, maybe it would have been difficult to tell the difference between a box with a fondue set and a box with a bowl of pond water. “Emma May,” he said suddenly. “Were any of the presents disturbed this morning?”

“Um…” she squinted her eyes as she thought. “Oh! Yeah, the caterers knocked into the table when they were bringin’ the cake in. Why?”

“The water… that must have been what was keeping the spores dormant!” Ford said excitedly with a giant grin on his face.

Stan instantly looked up, his face soon matching Ford’s. “Looks like we got ourselves a sprinkler system here in the building, too. Great job on pickin’ the venue, Emma May!" His grin disappeared as a crash sounded on the other side of the doors. “An’ not a moment too soon in figurin’ it out!” He reached into his pants pocket and tossed Ford a lighter. “Take it away, Poindexter!”

Ford leapt to the pulpit on the other side of the room and jumped on it, holding the lighter up to a sprinkler to set off the system. The three of them waited in tense silence, as the pounding at the doors and groans of “Join us” seemed to increase.

Finally the sprinklers went off, and the relieved smiles on their faces quickly faded as instead the pounding at the doors became more forceful.

So forceful, the barricades began to slide.

“OK, new hypothesis,” Ford said quickly. “It’s the special pond water.” He started nodding to himself as the pieces fell into place. “Yes, off course! It’s why they haven’t been seen growing anywhere else, and even though there was moisture in the air it still didn’t quell them- we have to get back to the woods!”

“OK…” Stan said. “So how’re we gonna get three hundred wedding guests out into the backwoods of Gravity Falls?”

“Three hundred twenty,” Emma May corrected automatically. The brothers looked at her. “Sorry. I spent a lot of time plannin’ this thing.”

Stan opened his mouth to respond, but stopped as there was a cracking sound. The three of them watched in horror as the wood in the doors began to split under the onslaught of the weight of over three hundred infected people.

Ford took a deep breath to keep from panicking, and said, “We don’t have to get them over to the pond, just bring the water to them. If we splash them with the pond water, it should rinse off the spores and settle them down, and then everyone should be fine.” He wasn’t wrong. He couldn’t be wrong. “Stanley, you, Emma May, and I can get out of the window and take the El Diablo back to-” he stopped as he saw Stan’s face grow pale. “What?”

“My car keys were in my jacket,” Stan said, amidst another crack in the door.

“Oh.” Ford said.

“Oh!” Emma May suddenly said with a bright smile, then ran towards the pulpit, grabbing something and triumphantly presenting a ring of car keys. “We can use the getaway car!” Her sentence was punctuated by an arm almost completely punching through the door.

“What were those doing there?” Ford asked, as she handed them to him.

“We needed to hide ‘em to keep Fiddleford’s wild brothers from trashin’ the car!” she said.

“As if keys would have kept us out,” Stan scoffed, then wilted under Emma May’s glare. “I mean, them out. I would not have participated at-”

A huge hole was punched through the doors, and the crush of the mob was moving the barricade ever farther, the incessant droning of “Join us” almost too loud as hundreds of voices repeated it. Ford tossed the keys to Stan. “You’re the craziest driver I know. Let’s go!”

Stan looked back at the door for a moment, then tossed the keys to Emma May. “New plan. I’m gonna try to buy you guys time.”

“What?” Ford asked, as Emma May’s jaw dropped. “That is the stupidest-”

“Look, we all know Poindexter here has the best chance of figuring out how to make this OK,” Stan said, keeping one eye on the double doors and wincing every time they shuddered. “We can’t afford them getting you, or else we’re all sunk. So you go, I’ll hold them off as long as I can. Emma May had better drive, Ford drives like an old lady.”

“Stanley, we can’t-”

“Heh,” Stan tried to look casual. “I might just beat ‘em single handedly! Give em the ol’ one two punch…”

“Stanley-”

“Ford, will you get outta here already? Don’t let my heroic sacrifice be a waste, OK?” He gulped. “I know you’ll fix this.” An arm finally punched through the door, barely missing Stan as he swore. He turned around to Ford and Emma May. “Go!” he yelled over the splintering of wood as the mob finally broke through the doors.

Ford swallowed and grabbed Emma May’s hand as she yelled back, “Thank you!” He picked up a chair and threw it through the window, then climbed through the opening, helping Emma May through.

“Which way?” he asked urgently, and Emma May wasted no time with words, just started racing towards the white car, Ford following.

The engine roared to life as Ford buckled his seatbelt, for the second time that day fearing for his life in a car.

Emma May slammed the car into reverse, then suddenly hit the brakes, causing Ford’s glasses to be knocked off of his face.

“Emma May, what…” he asked, scrambling to pick up his glasses and put them back on. He saw Emma May had twisted around to look directly behind them, and saw Fiddleford at the entrance of the church, just standing there, the mob some way behind him, still inside.

“Fiddleford?” she said, hope in her voice. She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and cautiously got out of the car, the engine still running.

“Emma May, what are you doing?” Ford hissed.

“Hang on!” She said. “Why is he all by himself?” she took a few steps towards her new husband, and Ford got out of the car, following her.

“Look, he still has the fuzz,” Ford plead. “He’s still-”

“Emma May… Stanford,” Fiddleford said. “You’ll always have us…”

“You can talk?” Ford’s eyebrows shot up excitedly. “What is it you want? How can we get you to leave our friends?”

Emma May sighed in frustration and ran back to the car.

“We have the memories and skills of all who are part of us and we are never alone…” the spores said through Fiddleford. “We want to accomplish whatever we want to accomplish, and we can do it with-”

Suddenly the white car bumped into him, right in front of Ford, and he crumpled to the ground.

Ford was speechless in shock as Emma May leaned out of the car. “He’s fine, now hurry up!”

Ford’s brain suddenly started working again and he quickly put on the gloves he always carried. “Wait, I have a better idea!” He started pulling at Fiddleford. Geez, for a skinny guy he sure was heavy. “Test subject!”

Emma May’s eyes lit up with understanding, and she popped the trunk and came to help Ford.

“Don’t touch him!” Ford reminded her, and she nodded as she used the seemingly endless folds of her dress to help put her husband in the trunk. Then without wasting time on words, they raced into the car and drove away.

“Didn’t think you were the one I’d be drivin’ away in this car with,” Emma May laughed nervously as they sped down the freeway.

“Oh come on,” Ford said distractedly. “Isn’t it almost a cliché by now for the bride to run off with the groom’s best friend?”

“Not with the groom in the trunk,” she said.

Ford laughed in spite of, or maybe because of, the situation. “Guess you’ve never been to New Jersey.” He paused. “How did you know he would be OK when you, ah,” he couldn’t figure out a way to be delicate. “Hit him with the car?”

“I’m a numbers gal,” Emma May answered. “I just quickly calculated the speed and the force I’d need to knock him out without hurting him too much. You, ah,” she glanced at Ford. “Seemed like you needed to be snapped out of something.”

Ford sighed. “Yes, thank you. I sometimes get so caught up in learning, my common sense sometimes escapes me. That’s why it’s been so good to have Fiddleford and Stanley around. When one of us has shortcomings, the others can make up for it.”

Emma May nodded, and was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry for blamin’ you for this. I know it ain’t your fault. It ain’t Stanley’s fault neither- not like anyone did this on purpose,” she added quickly. Then she snorted. “I kind of knew something like this would happen. That’s one of the things I’ve always loved about Fiddleford. He’s so dang smart and adventurous- he’s always up to somethin’.” Her voice grew quiet. “I think I’ve loved him ever since I knew what love was. When he went away to college, I didn’t wanna let ‘im go- I was afraid he’d find some genius girl t’ settle down with, and wouldn’t wanna stick around with silly little Emma May from Tennessee… but I couldn’t keep him from what makes him happy. I wanted him happy more’n anything, and if I wasn’t part of that, well…” she shrugged. After a few more moments of silence, she smiled and started talking again. “But he did stick around, because he loved me too.”

“He really does,” Ford said, feeling awkward as he usually did when talking about these things. But at least he could stick with what he knew. “He talked about you as much as he talked about his robot plans when we were in school.”

Emma May laughed sincerely. “Now that right there is a compliment!” Then she slightly sobered up, but there was still a smile on her face. “I think that’s what love is. An’ not just… romantic love, but all kinds.”

“What?”

“That you know you’ll never be alone. That you can trust the people you love to pursue their dreams, an’ always know that they’ll come back to you.” She once more glanced over at Ford. “I hope you know I ain’t takin’ Fiddleford away from you boys. I’ll always support his work- I mean, he’s tryin’ to make the world a little bit more understandable.” Her smile grew as a thought hit her. “An’ in a few years you boys will have a little McGucket or two helping out in the lab.”

The thought of a tiny version of Emma May and Fiddleford in a lab coat made Ford let out a hearty laugh, and despite the crazy anomaly situation, a heavy weight seemed to lift from his heart.

After a bumpy few miles in the woods, Emma May and Ford pulled up to the pond. She looked at Ford. “Do you really think this’ll work?”

Ford tried to give her a comforting smile. “It’s better than nothing,” he said with what he hoped was a light tone. He had been wracking his brains the entire drive and couldn’t think of another solution, so it was this or nothing else.

They opened up the trunk and jumped back in case of an attack, but Fiddleford just stared ahead muttering “Join us, join us…”

“Now what?” Emma May asked.

“Now we dump him in the pond,” Ford answered,

They carried him over to the water and let him fall, the splash soon followed by some choice hillbilly curses as the spores disappeared from Fiddleford’s skin.

“Fiddleford!” Emma May shouted delightedly as she went to help him up.

“Emma May! What the dickens-?” but he was cut off by a kiss, which he promptly returned.

Ford heaved a sigh of relief. It worked. He had been right, and everything was going to be fine.

With Emma May’s calculations of how much pond water they would need and some incredible mechanical system that Fiddleford had rigged up, the rest of the infected were soon set to rights, none of them remembering what had happened. Although the celebration at large was cancelled due to the, ah, malfunction of the church’s sprinkler system, the wedding party changed into dry clothes and met at Greasy’s Diner near the lab for dessert and dancing. Despite no one remembering how they ended up soaked, the general feeling the rest of the night was full of happiness and laughter as they celebrated the new Mr. and Mrs. McGucket.

Ford was letting his thoughts drift in one of the booths when Stan suddenly appeared and sat down hard next to him, sweaty and out of breath from dancing, and was soon joined by a jubilant Fiddleford and Emma May. “Why aren’t you out here with the rest of us?” Stan asked. “Don’t worry about askin’ the girls to dance- I mean, if Fidds here can bag someone as hot as Emma May for life, you definitely have a chance for a dance! I mean, a face like ours is way better than his,” he said, giving Ford the most self-satisfied grin Ford had ever seen.

“Har har, ain’t you funny,” Fiddleford tried to look annoyed, but he was so happy with his arm around his new wife he wasn’t very successful.

“And how many times have you been slapped this evening, Stanley?” Ford asked wryly.

“Only twice!” Stan said proudly. “Come on! You’re really missing out!”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Ford said, and when Emma May gave him a Look that somehow encompassed their entire conversation in the car, he could only smile. “I promise.”

As Ford was dragged out onto the dance floor, one thought still wouldn’t let him go. He had almost ruined his best friend’s wedding and lost the people closest to him because he didn’t understand the anomalies… the weirdness of Gravity Falls. He would have to really double down to learn what exactly was special about this town. He now knew he wouldn’t be alone, but that was all the more reason to get to the bottom of this. His life- and the life of his loved ones- may one day depend on it.

And he would do whatever it took to figure it out.

#forduary #fanfic #myfic #ford #fidds #stan #emma may #mystery trio #au

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beckpoppinscosplay · 9 months ago

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This is a FANTASTIC break down but I have some in progress shots from my fearne staff that might illustrate some of these points as well as show some of the choice you can make to turn a fantasy object into something VERY sturdy. One of my favorite tricks in cosplay judging panels as lifting my prop up high and dropping it on the floor and going 'TADA' when nothing so much as chips.

you CAN make a light weight dowel rod LOOK wigglier than it is.

When it comes to being unbreakable, few things beat those long long hardware store 1 inch dowel rods. love those guys.

you can build it up with layers and layers of things like craft foam, foam clay, styrofoam, and you can re-enforce that with heavy jewelry wire.

you can see my wires peaking out of my foam clay here (the fishing line is hooked to the ceiling to hold it up while I sculpt). These layers of foam and wire ARE fragile at the moment but you can then...

2. Wrap that bad boy in thermoplastic. (sorry I only had this step left on the insta stories).

Why wouldn't I just build the whole thing out of sturdy sturdy worbla?

well, It would be cost prohibitive but more importantly all those little foam branches without their foam and wire cores would be very brittle, much like folks having 3d printed fearne staff issues. By having these bendy cores your staff becomes very impact resistance, think about things like bridges that have a natural give and wiggle so they don't break!

Even if one part fails (like the wire ungluing from the wood or the worbla shell crack) there are layers and layers of structure that will keep your staff in one piece.

3. If you can, attach your fancy bits in layer, not with a single clean point of contact.

I sculpted my snakes with a light wire and tin foil core and glued them to the staff but THEN added more worbla wrapped wire over top as insurance. even if my glue fails, my snakes are safely nestled in a holder like the glass beaker in a french press or a fish in a net.

The floral wires are attached in a similar way and I just wrapped them in painters tape and plastic while I was painting. Using a flower on a long bendable wire adds more length and shape to your chubby little branches making them look more warped and natural.

once its painted, you will never notice a single glaring seam.

if you have a sturdy core, a light flexible inner sculpt, and layers of fail-safes in your staff, that bugger isn't going ANYWHERE. This staff has been chucked into cars, taken to many cons, dropped plenty, and even played with by kids in my family. its good as new.

last but not least, give yourself some grace.

if part of your staff is doomed to be a problem, make it easy to remove and repair. I was worried my swinging light up lantern would be prone to issues so I made it easy to pop off (its held on with a green sandwich bag tie!). If something is small and fragile, thinking about ways to maybe make it magnetic, wired on or even attached with a sewing snap.

this is just one person's real world take on fearne's staff but may it help you eyeball how you may want to make your own.

A Fearne Cosplayer told me that the 3d prints of the staff- and often the non-3d prints of the staff- break with almost certain regularity.

Is this true? Has anyone noted a definite weak point? What is wrong with the design that causes that? Where does it break?

Help me help you. What can we do, here?

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haechanitboy · 5 years ago

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philophobia, chapter 16 - crazy

word count: 4.8k

genre: fluff, smut

contents: lots of love, folks. LOTS of love

pairings: you’ll see, hehe

notes: tada!!!! :D

Hopping out of your Uber and rushing to the front door, you knock insistently.

“Please be awake, please be awake.”

Five minutes pass with no answer and you sigh heavily, your chance gone. You turn and start walking away, a heavy feeling in your heart. It’s when you’re at the end of his driveway when you hear the door open and a groggy voice calling your name.

You freeze for a second and he repeats your name, so you turn around slowly.

“Jaehyun,” You breathe in relief, and he smiles, clearly nervous.

“What’s u—” He starts to ask, but you cut him off.

“It’s you. It’s always been you. No matter how many times I disagreed—it’s been you.” You blurt out, taking a step forward, and you note distantly that your hands are shaking.

“I was thinking about my future earlier, and...I couldn’t envision one without you in it.” You confess, stepping forward again. His eyes widen and his brows all but shoot into his hairline as you continue.

“I like who I am with you, and I think you like who you are with me. The thought of being in love scares the hell out of me, but…if it’s you, I’m not as scared to fall.” You halt briefly, contemplating your next move before you step forward again. You’re about ten paces away from him, and you take seven steps, counting them carefully.

“Earlier in my life, I let someone hurt me and ruin the way I think about love and trust, but with you, I don’t feel that fear. Not anymore.” You’re just out of his reach now, and you’re too nervous to step closer, so you stay on the top step of the stairs leading up to his front door.

“And I’m not very good at this, but—”

“You’re doing wonderfully,” He assures you, a warm smile stretching the corners of his mouth. His husky voice, thick with sleep, fills you with such a comforting warmth that you’re almost startled. This must really be what it’s like to be in love.

“I—I’m in love with you, Jaehyun.” Your confession is met with a soft gasp, and you let the silence last until it’s almost unbearable. “So please, don’t break my heart and make me look stupid.”

“The last thing I want to do is break your heart.” Jaehyun assures you in a soft voice.

“What about making me look stupid?”

“Never that, baby.” He chuckles, and the pet name is such a gush of welcome warmth that you almost stumble, swaying on your feet.

“I want you. Only you. That is…if you’ll have me.” The tears welling up in your eyes finally spill over, and you let a soft whimper out at the prospect of him not wanting you anymore.

“Baby,” He rasps out, reaching for you. His hand barely grazes your shirt before he’s twisting his fingers in the air, grasping at you until you step forward into his touch. He tugs you into a tight hug, arms wrapped around your waist and head resting on yours. “I love you so much,” He whispers in awe, words slightly muffled in the crown of your head.

“I love you,” You whimper, sniffling lightly as you wrap your arms around him tightly. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you,” He hums, squeezing you so close you could almost melt into him. “Come inside.” He urges, moving backwards. You shuffle after him, not wanting to let go, and he gently kicks the door shut before pressing you against it. “It’s three in the morning, you silly girl.” He breathes before moving his lips to meet yours.

“I flew here as soon as I realized,” You sniffle, and he chuckles, gliding his hands up and down your arms.

“My very silly girl,” He mumbles fondly, pulling back to look at you with twinkling eyes. “So, so silly, and so, so mine.”

Wheein was right, you think distantly as Jaehyun dots kisses down your neck, about you two being soulmates. Something feels like it’s clicked into place and you feel a warmth you’ve never felt before from your head to your toes. You feel at peace and it feels beautiful.

Jaehyun slips his hands down to the backs of your thighs and you jump before he even tells you to, knowing exactly what he wants without his having to say it. He cradles you close to him, clearly not wanting you to leave his touch any time soon. He carries you all the way up the stairs, one hand around your waist and the other bracing you from underneath. The hand around your waist leaves you briefly to push open his bedroom door before returning even tighter than before.

He lies you down on the bed carefully as if you might break, crawling on top of you with his hands already working at your top, pulling it over your head. You sit up slightly so he can tug it off and fling it across the room before collapsing back into the plush pillows, lifting your hips so he can peel your jeans off your legs. When they’re discarded alongside your shirt, he crawls up to your face and cups your cheeks, pressing soft, feather-light kisses to your lips until you’re giggling and squirming under him.

“I love you,” He says between kisses, brushing his lips against your own.

“I love you,” You respond in earnest, and he groans happily, rutting his hips against yours.

He kisses his way down your body slowly, leisurely, like he wants to savor every inch of you. When he reaches your core, slick with anticipation, he gently hooks his fingers in your underwear and pulls them down, tossing them to the side and spreading your legs carefully. When his tongue makes contact with your clit, you feel a rush of arousal ripple throughout your body and you moan, arching your back.

Jaehyun’s name sits on your tongue like a promise as he works his mouth against your core, fingers fisting his hair like it’s the last thing you’ll ever feel. He comes up for air, kisses you, and you realize this is what love must be like. You feel like you’re floating on clouds, sunshine glazing your skin, bathing you in golden light. Your climax washes over you in waves, each stronger than the last, and for a moment you fear you may drown in it all.

He coaxes you down gently, tender licks and kisses sprinkled lovingly on your thighs.

No one ever told you that falling in love wasn’t like falling at all. It’s more like flying, soaring high over clouds and rooftops amongst birds, feeling free and weightless and untethered to earthly worries. It feels like bathing in sunlight, warmth coating your body, dripping from you like honey, splashing the clouds with gold.

It feels like coming home, and you weren’t prepared for just how right it feels.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” He whispers reverently into the skin of your stomach, dragging his lips up to yours and kissing you like it’s the beginning of something beautiful.

“I’m yours,” You whine, arching your back and pressing your chest into his. He groans in ecstasy and pulls you impossibly close, bodies flush against one another. Your hands work at the knot of his sweatpants, tugging the strings free and pushing them down his legs. He pulls them off painfully slowly, and you huff in frustration, reaching for him. “Hurry,” You urge him, and he chuckles, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Don’t worry, my love,” He assures you, smiling down at you fondly. “We have nothing but time.”

He finally frees his length from the confines of his navy blue boxers, and you sigh contently, running your fingers through your hair. He positions himself at your entrance, pushing in slowly, and you meet his hips with your own, the delicious stretch welcoming.

“It’s like you were made for me,” He whispers in awe, rocking his hips into you slowly. “You take me so well, baby.”

“I’m all yours,” You sigh blissfully, reaching to take his hand in yours. “All yours,” You repeat, and he, bless his heart, whimpers in response.

“You’re mine,” He echoes, voice raspy as he pulls back, pushing into you with renewed fervor. “All mine. Never sharing you again.”

“You don’t have to,” You promise, and you’re thrown off slightly by how staggeringly sincere you are.

The room is filled with soft panting, rustling of bedsheets, and whispers of “I love you” exchanged between the two of you, and before long, that tightening feeling in your abdomen comes along, and you’re clutching at his comforter so tightly that your knuckles pale.

“Jaehyun,” You breathe, eyes sliding shut as your back arches for what must be the umpteenth time. “I’m close.”

Wordlessly, he reaches a hand between the two of you and massages careful circles into your clit, urging you towards your climax. You release with a shudder, uttering a mantra of his name and “I love you.” He follows not long after, hips stuttering as he releases into you, warmth painting the walls of your core. He slowly comes to a stop before exhaling and unceremoniously lying on top of you.

“Oof,” You grunt, and he giggles, nuzzling his face into your neck. He pulls out and you whine at the sudden empty feeling in you. “Hey, Jaehyun?”

“Yes, baby?” He answers, and you wait for him to look at you before you continue.

“I love you,” You coo, and he beams at you, dimples on full display as he buries his face back into your neck, brushing soft kisses to the skin.

“I love you, too.” He says warmly, eyes twinkling with fulfillment.

The two of you lie there in a comfortable silence, your head on his chest, his steady heartbeat thrumming in your ears. Reminded of something suddenly, you turn your head slightly so you’re looking in his eyes. He looks down at you fondly.

“My parents are, um, having a silent auction. They do it every year, and it’s all the way in New York City, but I was wondering if you want to come?” You ask slowly, tentatively fiddling with his fingers, and he chuckles softly before nodding.

“I’d love to. When is it?”

“It’s in two weeks,” You say, and he nods again, rubbing soothing circles into your back.

“Sounds good. Can we finally wear matching outfits?”

“Jae, baby, we’ve been over this—you would not look good in a dress.”

“Stop being a dork, you know what I mean,” He scoffs, and you laugh, hiding your face in his chest.

“I don’t know,” You drag out, and he lets out a soft hmph before his fingers are tickling your sides. “Stop!” You shriek, giggling as you squirm away from his torturous touch.

“Tell me you’ll match with me,” He counters, moving and swinging a leg on top of you, trapping you between his thighs as he tickles you mercilessly.

“But—” You whine, and he raises an eyebrow as he pauses to let you catch your breath before diving back in more aggressively than before.

“Tell me,” He presses, and you nod vigorously, chest heaving for air when he finally lets up, resting his hands on your sides.

“Okay! Yes, I’ll match with you,” You pant, and he beams down at you, dimples prominent and eyes bright with satisfaction.

“Good. Now was that so hard?” He teases, leaning down to kiss you.

“You’re insufferable,” You groan against his lips, and he pulls back to look at you with a playful expression.

“Yeah, maybe. But you love me.”

“I do,” You confirm. “I really do.”

One day later.

“Hey, Johnny,” You greet him as he steps into your house. He smiles in response, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and you have a feeling he already knows what you’re going to say.

“I, um—“ You start, but Johnny cuts you off.

“You’re choosing Jaehyun.” He says with a bitter smile, and your heart hurts to see the pain in his expression he’s failing to hide. “I know.”

“How do you know?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and he shrugs, leaning against your kitchen counter.

“You two are perfect for each other. I could see it when I ran into you at the polo match, and when you brought him to my exhibit—”

“Sorry about that, by the way.” You apologize. “I really wasn’t thinking at all.”

“No, you weren’t,” He agrees with a light chuckle, and you smile sheepishly. “But as I was saying—you two just…fit. He seems like a great guy, and I hope he treats you well.”

“I’m really sorry for everything,” You murmur, and he nods, waving a hand dismissively. “Could we still be friends? Or is that selfish of me?”

“It’s not that selfish—I really enjoy being around you. I think I’m gonna need time, though—I may not show it right now, but I’m gonna need time to get over this.”

“I understand,” You say sadly, and he smiles again, reaching out to rub your arm reassuringly. You shift your weight from foot to foot nervously as you search for the next words to say. “So…how did your exhibit end?”

“Oh, it went wonderfully,” He gushes, and your heart swells with pride on his behalf. “Some people approached me and they want to buy some of my works!”

“Oh, that’s so excellent, Johnny,” You congratulate him, and he smiles at you warmly. “You deserve it! I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you, doll.” He says with a slightly bashful smile. “I actually am supposed to meet up with one of the buyers in an hour or so, and I’m really nervous about it.”

“Do you have an outfit planned? You can’t go in that,” You say, gesturing at his t-shirt and jeans.

“Yeah, I have a blazer and some dress pants I bought recently with the money I made from the exhibit.”

“Okay, good.” You say, and he nods. “Do you need a ride?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” He explains, and you nod in understanding, your face falling nonetheless. “I can’t look at you right now without wanting to kiss you, and you’re not exactly on the market anymore.”

“Okay, I understand.” You agree, nodding again—you’re not sure why you keep nodding, but you do it nevertheless. “Well…good luck with everything, Johnny.”

“Thank you, princess.” He says genuinely, eyes scanning your face before lingering on your lips. He shakes his head slightly and heads back for the front door, resting a hand on the knob before turning back to look at you. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Okay,” You reply, voice smaller than usual. He smiles again before leaving your house, quietly shutting the door behind him. You take a second to wallow, think about all the wonderful times you and Johnny had together, and muster a watery smile as two tears slip from your eyes and trail slowly down your cheeks.

“See you around, Johnny,” You whisper to absolutely no one, before looking around at your surroundings and laughing slightly. “Talking to ourselves? We’re going crazy, girl.”

The silent auction is nothing short of a success, with everyone dressed their absolute best and beautiful art pieces on the walls of the exhibit. People go around writing their bids under the pieces, and you just watch from afar, proudly sipping at your champagne as you wonder where Jaehyun’s run off to. You spot your parents on the other end of the room, entertaining a large group of people. Your mother seems to spot you at the same time you spot her, your mother nudging your father and gesturing in your direction. You can see their eyes widen as they recognize you, quickly but politely excusing themselves and making their way over to you.

“My darling baby, how are you?” Your mom squeals, bringing you into a tight hug and kissing your cheeks.

“Hi, Mommy.” You reply sweetly, holding her hand and swinging it.

“How’s my little queen doing?” Your father asks warmly, giving you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“I’m good, Daddy.” You assure him, and crane your neck to look for Jaehyun. “I actually wanted you guys to…meet someone, but I can’t find him.”

“Him?” Your parents ask curiously, and you nod, finally locking eyes with him over at the snack table. You gesture for him to join you, and you can see him gulp upon recognizing your company before he dusts his hands off and walks towards you.

“Him!” You say eagerly as Jaehyun finally joins your small circle. Your mother smiles in intrigue, while your father raises an inquisitive brow. “Be nice.” You scold, and they both smile at him, greeting him with friendly expressions. “This is my boyfriend, Jaehyun.” You state proudly, and Jaehyun straight-up chokes on a gulp of champagne, much to your horror.

“Jae—oh, my God.” You mumble, clapping him on the back as his face turns red. He splutters himself into silence before standing up and politely wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“Sorry about that,” He apologizes, voice a slight wheeze. “I’m Jaehyun,” He introduces himself, and your father is the first to reach out and shake his hand, much to your relief.

“You wouldn’t happen to be Jung Jaehyun, would you? I believe I’m friends with your father.” Your dad says, and Jaehyun nods in confirmation. “Excellent. I’ve heard wonderful things about you.”

“I hope I live up to my reputation, sir,” Jaehyun replies earnestly, and your father looks impressed, clapping him on the shoulder.

“I have to do this—you know, the whole ‘overprotective father’ thing—but if you hurt my daughter, I’ll have your head.” Your father says, a grave expression on his face, and at the look of fear on Jaehyun’s, you nudge your dad, giving him a glare. “I’m kidding. I mean, I’m not, but I am.”

“The last thing I want on this Earth is to hurt your daughter, sir.” Jaehyun replies sincerely, reaching to take your hand, and you smile up at him, his gaze back down at you fond.

“Good,” Your mom chimes in, smiling brightly at you two. “You certainly paint a cute picture. The matching—was that intentional?”

“Yes,” You say with a secretive smile. “It was his idea,” You gesture to Jaehyun, who smiles proudly.

“I finally got her to agree!” He says happily, and your mother chuckles.

“Anyone who can change this stubborn girl’s mind is good in my book.” She jokes, and you whine, stomping your foot. It goes virtually unnoticed under the floor-length light blue gown you’re wearing, but Jaehyun senses it, draping an arm over your shoulders and pulling you closer. “We’re teasing, darling.” Your mom assures you, and you pout, huffing quietly as you cross your arms.

“We have to go back to making our rounds, but it was a pleasure to meet you, Jaehyun.” Your father interjects with a kind smile, and you both nod in understanding.

“The pleasure was all mine, sir.” Jaehyun replies smoothly. Your parents bid their goodbyes before walking away, leaving you with Jaehyun.

“What the heck was with the coughing fit?” You ask, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

“You called me your boyfriend.” He replies with a giddy smile, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in as close as he can.

“Are you not my boyfriend?” You ask, and his eyes widen as he shakes his head.

“Of course I am, I just—I didn’t expect you to say that.” He stammers, and you smirk proudly.

“Growth,” You say, gesturing to yourself happily.

“Growth,” He agrees, looking at you fondly before he looks from side to side, his expression turning a bit more serious as he eyes your frame. “You should say your goodbyes to everyone.”

“Why is that?” You hum curiously, dragging your eyes up his body and resting on his intense gaze.

“Because maybe I want to have you bent over for me in the next five minutes.” He purrs in your ear, and you giggle, pushing his chest away from you lightly.

“My parents think you’re a gentleman,” You tut disapprovingly as he leans in closer to you, noses brushing against each other.

“I guess you have a secret to keep, then.” He breathes, dipping down to kiss you. You stop him, placing a finger to his lips before you pull away from his embrace, taking his hand and leading him upstairs to your childhood bedroom. He follows after you eagerly, hands roaming your hips freely. You yelp in surprise, giggling as you swat his hands away. You finally reach your bedroom and push the door open, Jaehyun’s chest colliding with your back as he presses you against the door.

“Oh, your room is so cute,” He coos, looking around at all the poetry and creative writing awards and pictures of you with your friends. “You’re so cute, baby.” He gushes, pointing at a baby picture you have up. You blush slightly and push his hand away, shielding your wall of photos with your body.

“Are you gonna gush over baby me, or are you gonna have sex with grown-up me?” You ask with a brow raised, and his eyes twinkle as he pulls you into his embrace.

“Can’t I do both?” He teases, and you roll your eyes.

“No.”

“Well, in that case,” He hums, looking down at you. There’s a pause before he scoops you up and collapses onto the bed, both your bodies bouncing on the plush surface. You giggle as he manhandles you under him and hikes up the seemingly endless fabric of your dress.

“We have to be quick, and we have to be quiet,” You whisper, and he looks at you.

“I can do that. Can you?” He presses, leaning down to kiss your neck. You chuckle and nod, and he hums in affirmation. “Good.”

Finally reaching your underwear, he pulls it partially down your legs, bringing two experimental fingers to your slick heat.

“You’re already so wet for me, baby.” He muses in wonder, dipping the two fingers into you and smiling when you arch your back and moan softly.

“Because I love you, dork.” You gripe, and he beams down at you.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” He says, amazed, and you smile.

“I won’t stop saying it.”

“Please never do.” He agrees, sitting up on his knees to unbuckle his belt. You watch as he maneuvers his thick cock out of his dress pants, pumping up and down his impressive length, the tip of his cock a glossy pink from the leaking pre-cum he swipes over the tip with his thumb. “You think you can take me just like this, baby?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” You moan out, reaching for him. He smiles, dimples on full display, and pushes into you slowly, giving you a minute to adjust to the stretch. You clench around him almost immediately, and he groans, dropping his head to your shoulder. He presses kisses to the bare skin exposed as he thrusts in and out of you slowly, relishing the feeling of your walls flexing around his cock. “I’m pretty sure I said quickly,” You gasp out, and he grips at your hips, picking up the pace.

“Wanted to make sure you could handle it,” He teases, thrusting into you at a quicker pace and moving one hand from your hip down to your clit. He pulls back to spit a string of saliva onto your core, using the new slick to navigate your folds with ease, and you moan out more loudly than you expected. “I’m pretty sure you said quietly, too.” He huffs with a smile, pressing his thumb into you harder.

“Couldn’t—fuck—couldn’t help it, baby,” You breathe, and he smirks down at you, lowering his head to kiss you. Each thrust is punctuated with a moan from you, barely swallowed by his lips, and he pulls back, looking at you in mock disapproval. He covers your mouth with his hand and resumes fucking into you with intent thrusts. “God, that feels so good,” You moan, muffled, and he nods.

“You were made for me,” He exhales, speeding up even more, and you can tell he’s close by the way he screws his eyes shut, breathing loudly through his nose. “Just for me.”

“Just for you,” You agree, already feeling that building sensation in your stomach. “Oh, fuck,” You curse, moving your hips to meet his as you eagerly chase your release.

“Close?” He asks, and you nod. “Tell me you love me again—I need to hear it.”

“I love you,” You say, muffled, and he pulls his hand from your mouth.

“Again.” Thrust.

“I love you,” You say breathlessly, and he whines, speeding up as his thrusts become erratic. “Come for me, Jae, baby. I’m so close.”

“I love you.” He groans, hips almost setting a bruising pace.

“I love you, baby.” You moan, and he covers your mouth just in time for you to climax, a loud moan falling from your lips, followed by a string of soft swears and whimpers of Jaehyun’s name. Your back arches, chest pressing into his, and you clutch his shoulder, nails biting into the fabric of his blazer. His hips come to a gradual stop as he releases into you with a moan, dropping down and burying his face in your neck. He presses kiss after kiss to your damp skin before pulling back and kissing you on the lips.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine,” He gazes down at you in wonder, hands caressing your sides. “I must be the luckiest man on Earth.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” You laugh. “I’m definitely the luckiest girl, though.”

“You probably are,” He jokes, and you scoff, pushing him off you with an incredulous laugh.

“You’re so full of it.”

“Yeah, and you’re so full of me.” He replies smoothly, shielding himself when you whack him with a pillow. “Okay, we gotta get cleaned up and go back down; I bet your parents are looking for you.”

“We’re leaving soon, anyway,” You answer, and he looks at you quizzically.

“Oh?”

“Yeah—I wanna show you around the city,” You explain, and he nods excitedly.

“Okay! Let’s go,” He says, pulling out of you swiftly and helping you off the bed. You head into the bathroom to clean between your legs and fix your appearance, wiping any smudged liner from under your eyes and just wiping off the rest of your lip gloss. When you come out, Jaehyun’s standing in front of the doorway, his appearance fixed, minus his hair, which has slightly lost its form. You reach up and rake your hands through his hair to fix it, and he bends down for you to get a better angle. “Better?” He asks when you stop, and you nod.

“Better. Let’s go.” He offers you his arm, and you take it. You head back downstairs, say your goodbyes, and leave the party.

You two are munching on pizza from your favorite pizza place when you were a kid, sitting at the High Line and overlooking the city. You showed him your favorite hangout places, your school, and he had endless questions, asking you about yourself and your childhood and what it was like growing up in New York City.

“I learned so much about you today,” He says happily, a dot of tomato sauce on his cheek, and you wipe it off with your thumb. “I love learning about you. It’s like my favorite book keeps getting pages added to it.”

“That was cheesy, but so, so cute.” You chuckle, and he smiles, chasing after your thumb and pressing a kiss to it.

“I have another question,” He says slowly, carefully, and you look at him curiously.

“What is it?”

“When you confessed to me…you said someone had hurt you before. What happened?” He asks, and you still. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay—I trust you.” You reply, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder. He shuffles closer and puts his arm around you, and you begin to talk, telling him all about Jinwoo, your first relationship. When you get to the part where everything went wrong, he stiffens, and you look up at him, shocked at how his jaw’s clenched. “What is it?”

“The thought of someone hurting you makes me so mad,” He admits, and you stroke his cheek to get him to relax. “I’m sorry that happened to you, baby.”

“It’s okay—I grew from it. And I’m okay now—I have you.” You reply simply, and he smiles widely, tilting your chin up for a kiss.

“You have me,” He confirms. “I’ll do my very best never to hurt you. And that’s a promise.”

“I believe you,” You say warmly, and he squeezes your shoulder comfortingly.

“If you ever want me to go and beat him up, I will.” He offers, and you laugh, shaking your head.

“You won’t have to do that. I’m a big girl; I can handle myself.” You promise, and he smiles.

“Good.”

🥺 and that’s it for now folks!!!! Thank you so so so much for reading and for supporting me—it means more to me than I could ever express. I hope you’re happy with the ending!!!! Please, please, please leave feedback and let me know what you think!! I really appreciate it!! Okay bye ily epilogue coming soon!!!!

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sunnyie-eve · 4 years ago

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3 | Nest Of Souls

Series: Supernatural Squad | Benny Weir

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: ~ means POV changes

"Good luck cleaning up this before your folks get home." Sarah says as we walk through the house looking at the mess. Ethan says it's nothing which he's not entirely wrong because they've made bigger messes in the past. Sarah explains that she has to get going and hopefully can make it to Jesse's before midnight. "Sadie, you wanna come?" She asks, opening the door. "Yeah, guys just stay inside where it's safe." I tell them following Sarah and they nod their heads as I shut the door.

"So is there like something going on between you and Benny?" Sarah laughs as we walk. "No, why do you say that?" I ask her. "Just seems like you two have something going on." I shake my head, "Nope nothing. I don't even like him like that and haven't thought about liking him like that." I explain to her. "Why not?" She asks as a car pulls up to us. "Excuse me ladies, can you tell us where the vampire party's at?" Ethan leans out the window making me laugh as Sarah talks to him.

Ethan gets out to sit in the back with me while Benny slid over for Sarah to drive. "So you're a witch?" Ethan says breaking the silence in the car. "Tada... Remember how I went to go visit my mom over the summer?" He nods his head and so does Benny, turning to look back at me. "Well I only went so she could teach me things my dad can't teach me. She almost made me stay for the whole school year too because at first I didn't try hard. Hearing that made me kick myself in the ass so I could come back home." I explain to them as Sarah tells us we are getting closer.

When we pull up to the party Sarah and me get out, "Okay, you guys stay in the car, got it?" Sarah tells them through the window. "No way." Ethan protests. "Just stay." She tells them. "We'll be back as soon as we can with Erica and Rory, okay?" I say leaning down to look at them.

"Come on! We can-" Ethan got cut off by Sarah hissing at him, "Got it!" He said, clearly frightened. Sarah and I look at Benny, "I actually wanted to stay in the car so that works for me." I nod my head at them before following Sarah.

When we get closer to the door Sarah tells me to look for Rory then find her with Erica so we can leave fast. "Got it, don't worry I don't wanna be here too long." I nod my head as we get inside looking around then spot Erica so we go over to her.

"Well, look who finally decided to show. I guess Wes talked some sense into the both of you, huh?" Gord smirks at us. "We had a real heart to heart." Sarah tells him before saying she wants to talk to Erica alone. "I'm going to find Rory." I say walking off to find him.

As I walk around the house a few people eye me making me nervous and wishing to find Rory fast. "You look a little lost." An older guy walks up to me. "I'm just looking for my friend." I laugh as his friends join us. "Excuse me." I turn around bumping into someone.

"Sadie you made it." Jesse smiles down at me. "Of course, I wouldn't want to miss it." I laugh as Gord eyes me. "Umm, Sarah is over there." I point him in her direction so I can go find Rory. "Great, let's go get her." He grabs my arm, making me try to stay here. "First thing first... How do you know about me?" I ask him, making him chuckle. "Witches have a sweeter scent than most humans, and I knew your past relatives." He drags me.

When we get to Sarah she shakes her head as he lets go of my arm to wrap his arm around her shoulder having a conversation with her. "Watch her." He tells Gord before taking off with Sarah. "I'm going to go get a drink. Don't worry, I'm not going to leave." I tell him walking towards the punch.

"We can't go without Sarah, especially Sadie." Ethan tells Benny as they found Rory. "I understand the Sadie part but do the words stay in the car ring a bell cause they do with me. A loud one." Benny explains as Ethan looks back to see the girls with Jesse. "Look. There they are."

"Yeah, with McScary. You know, they look busy doing stuff that doesn't really concern us non-undead types, you know what I'm saying? As for Sadie, she can take care of her witchy self. I believe in her." Benny says backing away from the house. "I wanna know what they're up to."

As the three of them head inside Benny tells Ethan to wait so he can go get Sadie. He grabs her by the wrist making her jump but calm down as she sees who it was. "What the hell are you doing out of the car?" She smacks his arm with her free hand. "We got Rory. Now Ethan wants to see what Jesse's up to so let's go." He drags her behind them up the stairs.

"Be patient." We hear Jesse, "In a few short days we will have our revenge and more,. The people he was talking to cheered, "We will have this whole town," He continued, "The prophecy can't be fulfilled until we meet our target: 219, soul for soul."

"Lame," Rory said, "Where's the band?" Benny and I shushed him, he kept trying to talk but we kept shushing him. "It'll be an incredible night," Jesse carried on, "Like something out of a movie,"

"Movie-schmovie," Rory said again, "The Rorster needs food," This time, Benny put his hand over Rory's mouth to keep him quiet. "Enough talk," said Jesse, "We're all hungry, the moon is full, let's eat," The people around him cheered as Benny, Rory, Ethan, and I rushed downstairs. "Can you three rush faster?" I whisper yell behind them.

When we get downstairs they try the door but it won't open. "It's locked. Sadie and you unlock it?" Ethan asks me so I try and nothing works. "Welp, I tried." I say as we turn to be stopped by Gord. "Where are you girls going? Sadie, didn't you say you weren't leaving? You're just in time for dinner." He asks us and I sigh as Benny pushes me behind him.

"Sweet, what's on the menu?" Rory asks and we all just look at him. "Us! Rory, the menu's us!" Ethan tells him surprised at how dumb he was. "Oh." I shake my head at him before Jesse walks in with Sarah. "Don't they look delicious. Sadie, do you really want to be on that side? Come on over here." Jesse says with a smile across his face. Benny grabs my hand making sure I stay where I was next to them.

"No, not them. I know these kids! I'm babysitting them!" Sarah tells him. "I'm sorry... Wait, you still need a babysitter?" Jesse turns to us causing everyone to chuckle. "No, no. He needs a babysitter." Benny explains as him, me, and Rory point at Ethan. "So why exactly do you need a babysitter?" Gord asks Ethan, making him say no one here needs one. "Just cause he's a vampire does he have to be such a dorkwad? Seriously." Benny says making me hit him as Gord hisses at him coming towards us. Jesse jumps in to hold him back as Benny backs away pulling me with him.

"Initiations will follow tradition. Fledglings drink first," A vampire behind us tries to push me forward, but Jesse tells him not me so he pushes Rory towards Sarah, "Hear his heart pumping?" Jesse asked her. "It's the beat of a whole new world waiting for you, one where you'll never die, never grow old, one bite and it's yours."

Sarah looked at Rory and stepped forwards, Ethan held his hand out to stop her from biting him and it looked like he was having another vision. Erica pushed Ethan and Sarah out of the way, "I will do it!" She stated, smiling at Rory. Sarah pleaded for her not to and so did I, but she grabbed Rory anyway and bit his neck, causing them to fall to the floor.

Sarah pulled two bits of sharp wood from a chair near her and held them as stakes, "Back off, I mean it!" She growled, as Benny, Ethan, and I got behind her. "Sarah," Jesse said, "Seriously, where can you go?" We moved backwards towards the door. Ethan and Benny pushed over a bowl of punch on their way and threw a lamp into it, so that vampires that tried to chase them got electrocuted.

I tried unlocking the door again and this time it worked, "GUYS!" I yell running ahead of them. "We're dead, we're so dead!" Benny yells as they catch up to me. "It's okay, we've just gotta find Sarah." Ethan said as we ran to the wall. "She's abandoned us! Are you kidding me?" Benny shouted as we climbed over the wall to see her.

Vampires surround us and the guys pull out tanning bed lights as lightsabers acting like bigger nerds as we try getting to the car. "We're harnessing the force-of sunlight," Ethan grinned. Benny was about to talk but I cut him off, saying, "It's actually ultraviolet radiation in the spectrum-similar to the sun." I explain as they keep me between them cause I had nothing. "I love when a girl knows science." Benny smiles at me. "You know it's my best subject. Okay, now can we run to the car?" I ask as we get closer to it, so we hop in the car driving away quickly.

When we get back to Ethan's I make sure to unlock his door so he can get in and out before heading home. Then the next day after school while we were leaving Rory approached us, "Guys Wazzzzuuuup?!" He greeted us. "Rory." I smile to see that he wasn't dead dead but had a feeling he was a vamp now. "Rory, we thought you were dead." Ethan says. "All I know is I woke up the morning after the party feeling awesome. No asthma, I don't need my glasses, and I barely have to sleep anymore. The only problem's the sun. Kind of annoying." He says confirming what I thought.

"You're a fledgling too?" Benny asks him. "Heck no. I'm rocking the full on vampire action dude, the big V! Can I get a what what?" Rory puts his hand up. "What? You drank human blood?" Ethan asks him. "They said if I didn't, I'd die. All the other kids were doing it."

"Rory, that's called peer pressure." I laugh, making Benny backhand me. "Do you have any idea what you've done to yourself?" Benny sighs worried about Rory. "I'm immortal and an all powerful dude. Ka-chow!" He says before a group of vampires show up in the distance. "Sorry, I gotta go to church. Jesse says we have to. He's so bossy. He's all blah, blah, the prophecy, and blah, blah, you must find the Cuban animals." Rory says, making us repeat the last part. "Anyway, we'll hang out later, or fang out. Zing." He shows us his fangs.

"Come on. Grab your backpack. Yow two and I are going to church." Ethan tells us heading off before us. "What?" Benny and I say at the same time before looking at each other. "You know, I never thought my life would get more weird after finding out I was a witch when I turned eleven." I hold my bag closer to me. "Wait, you knew that long?" He asks.

While Ethan went to go look for the vamps, Benny and I headed inside the church because he wanted to get some holy water. "Benny, we don't need that much." I whisper yell at him. "Yes, we do." He continues filling the glass. "Benny, the Priest." I tap on his shoulder. "It's for my Aunt Sassy." I cringe at the name he makes up. "She couldn't get to mass. She's got the Belgian Pig Flu, and stuff, and Ebola." He continues to ramble on. "Anyways, we gotta go. Keep the faith." I laugh, grabbing his hand and pulling him out. "You are ridiculous." I continue to drag him outside. "I panicked."

The three of us hide behind a grave and lean on our stomachs as we watched the vampires dig. "Look at them," Benny scoffed, "Hoodies and sunglasses, nice look if you're a-" He stops as Sarah shows up. "Hey," Sarah said, joining us behind the gravestone jumped a little.

"What're you doing here?" I ask her. "Same as you, I'm following them! I just wish I knew what they were up to," She said, seeming frustrated. "Well, according to Rory, they're after the Cuban animals." Benny laughed and shook his head. "Cuban animals'? You mean cubile animus?" Sarah sighed, "I've heard Jesse mention it before, I think it's Latin or something," I try to remember what it means.

"If I translated it right it means nest of souls." I look at her. "When did you learn latin? Sadie is right though, I googled it." Benny says. "My mom and yo-," I stop since his grandma hasn't told him yet.

"219," Ethan muttered, "I think I just saw it," The three of us looked over at him confused. "This little box with weird carvings on it," Benny raised his eyebrows. "Box?" Sarah said, "Like that one," She pointed to a girl who was passing a little marked box to a vampire near her.

"The cubile animus." Ethan says. "Great, Nest of souls. How long till something hatches?" Benny looks back at us. "We have to stop then." watch them closely. "Hah, we got a fresh supply of anti-vampire juice!" Benny moves the container with the holy water splashing it on Sarah making her yell.

As we run into the nearby neighborhood Sarah asks Ethan about his visions. "I think it happens when we touch." Ethan reaches for her hand. "Can't blame a player for trying, but maybe I'd get visions too." Benny reaches for Sarah but Ethan smacks him away. "Yeah, you don't Benny." I laugh, making him ask how do I know that. "Because I know things you two don't. Other than Ethan, I get them too. That's how I knew Jesse was one when I first bumped into him."

"So not only are you a witch you get visions like Ethan too? Why am I lame?" He asks Ethan, who says they aren't visions before asking if Jesse ever told Sarah the prophecy. "I'm just a fledgling remember. He'd only tell a real vampire." She explains making Benny say none of them are dumb to tell us. "Actually, one of them is... and you have his number." I nudge Benny's shoulder. He smiles pulling out his phone to call Rory.

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When we get to our houses Benny begs me to come over. "Why?" I ask as Ethan goes into his house as we stand outside. "I wanna know more about your cool side." He whines. "My cool side... In that case, nope. See you later." I walk towards my house but he follows me. "Benny, good to see you." My dad says as Benny trails behind me. "Hey, Chris." Benny smiles at him. "He's only here because he wants to know about my cool side he calls it." I explain walking towards the kitchen.

"Does he not?" My dad asks me because he knew about the guys too. "Not yet. Loser, I'm going to my room." I say and he runs past me. "So do something cool or try to have a vision." He jumps onto my bed. "Benny, if you only want to hang out with me because of my abilities... Go home." I laugh turning on my computer. "That's not the only reason. I like normal you too."

I shake my head, "Verum nisi veritate mendacium non revelaret." He tilts his head confused, "What did you just say?" I laugh at him. "Now why are you here not including my magic?" I ask him, crossing my arms. "I like hanging out with you because lately I like being around you. Why did I just say that?" He puts his hand over his mouth. "I said a spell that makes you only tell the truth. Prior Incantatio." I say so the spell is gone. "Now what?" He keeps his hand on his mouth. "I undid it so now you can lie again."

"Great so now I can keep saying you're cute." He laughs as I throw something at him. "You're terrible, Benny." I take a seat at my desk. "You don't really think that I think you are ugly right?" He walks up behind me. "Of course I don't but there's times you joke about it a lot so." I log into my computer. "Key word joke, Sadie. No way do I think you're ugly. I'm not blind you know. I just don't say it because I don't want to make our friendship weird." I look over at him, "I get what you mean... Now let's just play a game."

Both me and Benny ended up playing one of our favorite video games for a few hours. "Hey guys! Can you invite me in? I don't wanna the same pain I just had at Ethan's." Rory says outside my window. "Wait, you promise no blood sucking?" Benny stops me from saying come in. "As I told Ethan, my mouth on your neck? Maybe Sadie but not you guys." Rory says, making me laugh as Benny's face shows shock. "Of course you can come in Rory."

"He just said he would suck your blood!" Benny shouts. "He won't really do it though. Watch." I walk over to Rory putting my hair to one side showing him my neck. "Tempting, but Sadie is my friend. I wouldn't actually bite her. You would make a smoking hot vampire." Rory nods his head, making me laugh and Benny rolls his eyes.

Benny didn't understand why lately he's been thinking about Sadie more than he should. Like he was confused why her saying she wanted to go to the party, even after knowing about the vampire thing, bugged him deep down. Then with Ethan always saying that he maybe likes Sadie made him question himself everytime he thinks or sees her. It also didn't help after finding out she was a witch because he found it hot she could do that kind of stuff.

He hated thinking about one of his best friends that way. It just wasn't right to think that or get jealous when either a vamp or Rory flirted with her. Yet he couldn't help it no matter how much he tells himself he doesn't care or like her. Early when she did the truth spell he had to cover his mouth scared something might slip.

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the-devil-herself · 5 years ago

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Never Enough - Chapter 22

CHAPTER: 22

DESCRIPTION: Certain mates of Jotuns receive soulmate marks on their bodies. What happens when Loki’s mark is found on a girl with immense power?

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: ALRIGHT FOLKS, if you have been following this story on AO3 or read it earlier, you’ll know this is where my fic has paused at. Well, I am working on the next chapter now, and I can’t wait to update you all that have been waiting for so long! Please give me some feedback and enjoy.

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I didn’t know what was happening to me.

I couldn’t understand where this “thing” had come from or if it had been dormant in me for so long. If so, then why show itself now? Did it have to do with the man on the balcony?

I tried hard over the next two days to figure it out. The blackness creeping in my veins wasn’t slowing down, but, thankfully, I could hide it. The only time I could see the inky substance in my skin was when I called it forward—like I was looking for it, but otherwise, it hid itself.

No one else knew. I still hadn’t told Tony or anyone. In fact, I hadn’t spoken to anyone since I woke up besides Bruce and occasionally Tony when he checked in on me. Bruce came every morning to study the progress of the infection, and he hadn't seen my infection growing as I did. If he did, he would tell Tony, then I would never be let out. So I kept it hidden.

And maybe this wasn’t a bad thing, right? Maybe it was just my powers expanding, and I was maturing into my full potential. However, looking back on how I threatened Tony, I knew this power inside me was dark.

I hadn’t seen Loki either. My heart ached to tell him everything and to have him hold me, but I could not bring myself to seek him out. He was on the lookout for Lorelei, which was something only he could do. Distracting him would only delay the process and put us in danger of Lorelei hitting us off guard. Loki had told me he would stay with me, and he did, in his own way. I found flowers from him every so often as his reminder he was still looking after me. Of course I hid these from Tony, too.

“You should get some air.”

The voice startled me from my thoughts. I looked back to see Nat had come in, leaning against the doorframe. Smiling at her, I responded, “I have windows that open.”

“Not what I meant,” she scoffed, chuckling. She came into the room and sat on my bed. “You don’t need to lock yourself in here.”

“Well I’m already locked in the compound, so what’s one more cage?”

Nat raised her eyebrow. “You’re not a prisoner.”

It was my turn to scoff. “No? Then why won’t Tony let me help you guys fight Lorelei?”

She patted the spot on the bed next to her, motioning for me to come sit by her. Reluctantly, I did, and Nat turned to grab my hands. “Tony cares for you, Dana. He cares for you more than anyone, and he needs you to be alright. He doesn’t need you putting yourself in danger. You getting hurt would be the worst outcome for him.”

“But I can do it! Aren’t people dying and Lorelei winning the worst outcomes?”

“Yes, but if it means risking your life, then he won’t see it that way.” Nat sighed and squeezed my hand. “You’re young, and you have so much growing to do.”

I looked towards the ground, my brown hair falling to cover my eyes. “I feel weak. I have all this power, but I can’t do anything with it. I keep getting hurt by my hope to one day be something more.”

“You already are something more.”

“I’m… full of power—power that I’m not sure I can control, and I’m not sure if I want to. This thing, whatever it is, has made me feel stronger than ever. I feel like no one can ever touch me again.”

Nat reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. “No one will hurt you. We will make sure of that.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to keep relying on people. I want to rely on myself!”

Suddenly, she turned my head to look into her eyes. “Relying only on yourself is a very lonely thing to do.”

“I’m already lonely,” I whispered.

I felt her hand softly caress my cheek. “Power is very tempting. It can make you feel strong, invincible, but it is an illusion. The only way to be strong is to have people who care about you with you.”

I closed my eyes, feeling my breath leave my body. When I was not myself, I was at my most powerful. I had the whole room full of Avengers at my feet, and I could’ve done anything I wanted. But at the same time, I felt nothing. I wasn’t myself, and my emotions were dulled. It was like I was someone else entirely, and for some perverse reason, I liked it.

“It didn’t seem like an illusion,” I breathed. “It seemed so real.” I needed it to be real.

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I continued to feel like an itch for that power again. I wanted it so much that I began pacing back and forth in my room. I began to feel like an addict, needing a drug I had only tried once. But damn was it good.

It got to the point where I went to my window and released it. The black tendrils flew out of my hand and swirled onto the grass below. Soon enough, the front yard was turning brown as the black smoke surpassed each plant and leaf. The yard was rotten by the time I was done, and I didn't want to stop. The power radiated throughout my body, and I gasped from the pressure building inside of me. I felt full. No one could ever beat me.

I stopped myself so suddenly. I gasped for air as the feelings left my body and my power receded. What the hell was I thinking? If I had let my control escape me, I was in danger of seriously hurting someone. So why couldn't I stop myself?

There was no stopping the panic that ran through me. Breathing hard and wheezing, I grabbed onto my throat. My heart felt like it could come right out, and my lungs felt so constricted.

My body was shaking. What was happening to me? That surge of power had overtaken me and without it, I felt weak again. I was nothing without it.

No! That’s wrong.

After counting down from a hundred and feeling my muscles relax, I got up and ran from my room. I needed to get that air that Nat was talking about.

But before I could get to the back door that led out to the garden, my body bumped into someone else’s. A hand reached out and caught me before I fell on my ass, and looking up I saw it was Loki.

“Darling, where are you running to?” He looked concerned, and I caught his subtle study of my body to see if I was harmed.

“I… Sorry, nowhere,” I stuttered. “I was just going to the garden. Seemed time to leave my room.”

“I am glad you are feeling better. I’ve been wanting to see you-“

“But Tony, I know. It’s okay.” I wasn’t sure if my reassurances were enough, but I was too focused on myself to think about it. I moved around Loki’s body and made my way towards the door.

I didn’t get far. Loki caught my wrist and stopped me from reaching my goal. “Dana, what is the matter?” Now he was really worried.

In an instant, I was turned around to face Loki. His eyes were soft as he gazed at mine, and concern was glowing in them. And I stopped.

Loki had been here before. Years ago he was tempted by a power such as this, and he gave in. He was overrun with it, leading him to attack Earth. The road there was paved with lost relationships and a loneliness so great it swallowed him. He was given the illusion of power, and he, too, believed it was real. Could he answer my rumbling thoughts?

It was a risk. I was terrified of voicing them to him. He might think me a monster or he could believe I was stupid for thinking such things. He might yell at me or mock me. He could leave me.

But he was the only chance I had.

My hand wrapped itself around his. “Loki,” I sighed, too scared to look at his eyes.

He tipped his forefinger under my chin and raised my face so that we were eye-to-eye. “Is there something wrong?” he asked softly.

Before I could thoroughly think it through, my head nodded. I sputtered, “Something is very wrong.”

“Love, tell me-“

The alarm interrupted Loki’s sentence. It blared throughout the compound, startling us.

“What the hell is that?” I asked.

Suddenly, a crash sounded from above us, and we heard windows shattering. The living room. Someone was here, and they were not invited.

“Loki!” Thor called.

I felt Loki tighten his hold on me. “She’s here.”

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moonwhisperdice · 5 years ago

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How to start making your own spur dice molds!

Hello fellow dice nerds! A few people have asked recently how I make my dice spur/cut molds so I thought I’d do a little write up on it for future reference. 🎲 To start, here is what you need:

A set of master dice you are making your molds from. I just use generic HD dice.

Coffee stir straws (*cough* I grabbed some from work *cough*).

Molding clay.

3 oz plastic cups. You may even be able to use 2 oz cups (that would save you some silicone) but I haven’t tried that yet. These 3 oz cups are the same I use for mixing resin.

Hot glue/hot glue gun.

Scissors.

Xacto knife.

Silicone. Here are brands I’ve used. Each have pros and cons, but all work. - Ecoflex 00-30 Super Soft Platinum Silicone - Alumilite High Strength 3 Liquid Mold Making Rubber - Smooth On Sorta Clear 12

🎲 Now down to the nitty gritty

1) Make sure your master dice are clean and dry. 2) Dab a small drop of hot glue on one of the dice points (or on the stir stick itself). I usually use corner connected to the 1 – but that isn’t necessary. 3) Quickly! Before the glue stars to dry. Press the end of the stir straw against the die and hold until the straw doesn’t wiggle and seems firm. Cut straw down considerably, mine is just over half an inch. Repeat for all 7 dice.

4) Clean up the hot glue. You will have hot glue strings and a little ring of hot glue around your straw. I just use a fingernail to peal that off while being careful not to break the straw off. 5) Next, get a very small ball of molding clay and press it into the center base of your plastic cup. I like to let it set for a second because the clay is warm after you handle it and I want it to cool down and get a little harder – I’ve even popped them in the refrigerator for a minute.

*Note: In these photos I used a little plastic cap around my clay - that is completely unnessasay and should be ignored. ;)

6) Stick the fee end of your straw in the clay. Tada! You’ve just made the spur part of your mold!

*Note in these photos the straw is longer than it should be. And you don’t need the plastic caps around the clay. 7) Mix your silicone (follow package instructions) and pour into cup. I pour near the side and not directly on the dice so as to not shift it. Note: If you don’t use a pressure pot I recommend heating your silicone (put both parts in a waterproof ziplock bag, place that bag in a pitcher or container of hot water, then remove after letting set some time. Your silicone containers should feel warm). Then mix part A and part B gently to decrease bubbles Pour your silicon slowly and from up high so there is a long thin line of silicone running into your mold cup. This will help significantly with bubbles. If you have bubbles in your molds you will have flaws on your dice! If you have a pressure pot just mix that stuff like god isn’t watching and dump it in there ;) (Being careful not to knock your die over of course). 8) Wait. Either put your mold in your pressure pot or somewhere safe and let your silicone cure.

9) Once you’ve followed your silicone’s directions and let your molds harden it is time to cut them out.! I use scissors to cut the lip of the plastic cup and then just rip it down that line and peel it off. Remove molding clay (sometimes the straw will come with it, sometimes it won’t, no worries). 10) Cut your dice out. This is a delicate part, if you can see you dice or if you can stretch the opening with a finger to get a glimpse of it you want to try and cut along an edge of the dice. I cut on two sides across from each other so that I only have to go down maybe a third of the way (less if you are using Ecoflex 00-30, because it is so soft you can cut just a little and squish the die out).

11) Pop your dice out. A combo of pull and push. And Voilà! You have spur/cut molds!

🎲Tips on using your molds

When using my molds I either wrap them in packing tape (one strip all the way around) or use rubber bands (my preferred method) to keep them closed when filling with resin and letting the resin cure. (Be careful if you are using Ecoflex 00-30 because it is so soft if your tape/rubberbands are too tight it will misshape your die).

That’s all folks! I know that was a lot of detail, but I hope it is helpful! Be sure to check out my other post on the basics of making dice and find me on Instagram for all my dice making adventures (and misadventures). Thanks!! And here is a picture of some unfinished pretty shinies just for fun. 🎲

#dice #dice making #dice molds #my creations #nerd life #pink dice

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windscattered · 4 years ago

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An article from Ho-Oh’s Folk.com.

Ex-Chairman Comes Out As Bisexual - Exclusive Interview

⊳ Play video

(The logo of the site spins into view, stops for a few seconds, then bounces off to the corner of the screen, revealing two people sitting on armchairs.

One of them is the interviewer, an Asian trans woman and the other is the former chairman of the Galar League, Rose. The interviewer, Susan Liu, as the name card on the screen indicates, smiles brightly to the camera and begins to speak.)

Susan: Happy pride month, everyone! We here at Ho-Oh’s Folk continue our pride month coverage with exclusive interviews. Today are interviewing someone very special. Galar’s very own former chairman Jaideep Rose. Thank you for coming!

Rose: Thank you for having me.

(Rose is now speaking in a softer, less bombastic voice. His accent is also different from the Received Pronunciation and less posh.)

Susan: How are you?

Rose: I'm fine, thank you, how are you?

Susan: I'm fine too, thank you. So, mister Rose… I heard you had a big announcement a week ago.

Rose: Indeed.

Susan: You came out as bisexual on your Chattor.

(Rose smiles, a touch nervously, and straightens his tie.)

Rose: Yes. Yes I did.

Susan: How has the reception to that been?

Rose: It's… been surprisingly supportive. Of course, there’s been the occasional, uh, image. What do people call those again? Memes?

Susan: Memes, yeah.

Rose: Yes, yes. The occasional meme saying “gay people I respect” and a picture of, say, Burgh from Unova, then “gay people I don’t respect” and a picture of me. Which-

Susan: No way!

Rose: Hah, yeah. Which, honestly? Fair enough, I guess. I’m not perfect, especially after all that… stuff during the League Finals.

Susan: It’s still a little cruel, though, isn’t it? You took this huge step that must have taken a ton of courage and people use that to make memes.

Rose: (shrugs) It is what it is. You learn to grow a thick skin once you get into the same position as me.

Susan: I bet. Speaking of getting into that position… Can we talk about your journey to this (she motions at Rose) openly bisexual Rose?

Rose: Absolutely.

Susan: How was it growing up for you? When did you realise yourself?

Rose: (takes a breath and leans back in his chair) Ah. Well. As a kid, I always had crushes on both boys and girls. It’s just been a fact that I’ve always been aware of. I never had a big aha- moment, so to speak.

Susan: Did your parents know about any of this?

Rose: (his smile shrinks) Well…

Susan: Oh, that’s not a good sign.

Rose: (chuckles darkly) Indeed. I… I don’t they ever knew or guessed, but I… had some other habits that my father particular wasn’t too satisfied with.

Susan: (grimaces) Oh boy.

Rose: Mm-hmm. He made sure that he scared scared all… (he makes a motion with his hand) not adequately masculine mannerisms out of me. One time, he saw me holding one of my mother’s nail polish bottles. Holding.

Susan: Oh no...

Rose: I mean, to his defence, I was thinking to paint my nails, but, uh… you know. That idea was shot down pretty quickly. (laughs uncomfortably)

Susan: (grimaces) That’s awful. How about school? Were more accepting there?

Rose: Hmm. I wouldn’t know, I was pretty deep in the closet for pretty much all of my youth. I did get to experiment with, uh. Dating boys. But I was very shy growing up, so I didn’t do much. (laughs)

Susan: (sputters) Wait, you? Shy?

Rose: (laughs) Yes! I didn’t come out of the womb like (switches back to RP accent and bombastic voice) “Hello everybody!”.

Susan: (laughs) Yeah, fair. It’s a journey for everyone.

Rose: Indeed. I really started coming out of my shell after I enrolled into university and even more when I started Macro Cosmos.

Susan: But not out-

Rose: Not out of the closet, yes. (laughs) That’s for later. But, yes, I started consciously working to be less shy. While that did work, it also helped me to create this… mask for myself. When I became the chairman of the League and I was in the public eye even more than before, I… that mask became my image. I tried to become this perfect Average Galarian, I tried to hide and erase myself when I was doing interviews, opening and commentating.

Susan: That sounds rough.

Rose: (shrugs) It was, at times, but I thought, I still do think, that the Gym Challenge isn’t about me, it’s about the gym leaders and challengers. My job is to just make sure that the gyms work as they should, that the gym leaders don’t burn out. And, during the Gym Challenge, I just open the challenge, introduce the gym leaders and commentate on the finals. My thought process was that if I let any of me, my real self, to show in my public job, it would distract from the gym leaders, who are the real stars of the show. Does that make sense?

Susan: It does to me, yes.

Rose: Yes. So that, line of thought, that mask, became sort of a closet for me. And as time went on, I became more and more terrified of the backlash I’d get if I came out. So I just… didn’t.

Susan: Hmm. So what gave you the incentive to finally do it?

Rose: Well, uh. You might have heard of the little thing I did…

Susan: Mm. The thing where you tried to, what was it?

Rose: Recreate the Darkest Day.

Susan: Yes. I am familiar.

Rose: Yeah. So uh. That happened. So I thought, “well, my reputation can’t get any worse, so… what the hell!” (he makes a “tada” gesture with his hands) I don’t have to fear my reputation taking more damage than this.

Susan: Wouldn’t that mean that if you hadn’t done that… You wouldn’t have come out?

Rose: I… Maybe eventually. But it wouldn’t have happened for another… (he waves a hand) three, five years. Maybe more.

Susan: So maybe it’s better like this.

Rose: Definitely. Now I can go on a date with my boyfriend without having to worry about paparazzis outing me before I’m ready.

Susan: Mm, yes, the freedom.

Rose: Exactly! Last night, I was on a walk with him and he took my hand and I, uh… I did flinch, but I quickly remembered that I didn’t have to hide. I’ve taken the mask off and I don’t have to hide anymore. It’s amazing.

Susan: Right?!

Rose: Holding hands while walking is intoxicating. People should do that all the time. And to be able to do it openly and without fear…

Susan: It’s the best.

Rose: It truly is.

Susan: (glances offscreen) Our producer is motioning for me to wrap this up, but let’s get one more question in. What would you say to the Galarian kids and teenagers who are struggling with same issues as you?

Rose: Ooh, that’s a good one. Let’s see. (leans back in his seat) It might feel hard now, but hang in there. (he turns to speak directly to the camera) Even if your parents don’t accept you or know the real you, just grind your teeth and wait until you’re in a safer situation. It might not look like it, but better days are coming. Please hang in there.

Susan: (presses her hand to her chest and smiles) Aww. I would have loved to hear that when I was younger. Thank you for the interview, mister Rose.

Rose: (smiles) Thank you for having me.

Susan: (turns back to speak to the camera) Thank you for watching, don’t forget to like, subscribe and hit that bell button so you won’t miss any of our exclusive pride month interviews! Until next time, I’m Susan Liu from Ho-Oh’s Folk.com.

(video ends)

#drabble #ic: rose

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fanficsandfluff · 5 years ago

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Emotions Get the Better (13)

Okay okay. Artistic liberties so I’m pushing back the order of movie events to make room for some fluff. Y’all know I can’t write this long without a substantial amount of fluff.

Also, it’s really fluffy

Like probably too fluffy

Enjoy!

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You woke up feeling well-rested enough. As you blinked your eyes open against the blazing morning sun, you knew there was a weird dream poking at your brain, and you were trying to remember. Something to do with Arthur in his clown getup, but you couldn’t remember what happened exactly. Oh well.

You slung yourself out of bed and stood by the window, ogling because you hadn’t seen this much sun in Gotham in months. It was truly a sight to behold. You looked down at the streets below, seeing the day’s 9 to 5 workers bustling back and forth in large crowds. And you raised your eyebrows when you saw multiple clown masks among those average folk. Another protest? Oh right, Thomas Wayne was having a press conference somewhere nearby today in one of the official buildings.

This clown thing ramped up very quickly. You never liked clowns, then you see one on the street, then you get to know him, and now anti-1% clowns are running around Gotham asking for justice.

You didn’t have much planned today since you didn’t have work. Your theater was preparing for the gala that was coming up later that week, so they needed time to fix the place up. You knew you wanted to bake cookies at some point and you had to pick up refills on your prescriptions, but that was pretty much it.

You got dressed and felt refreshed when the nipper air hit your skin the minute you stepped outside. Seasons were changing, and you were grateful for it.

You walked the long walk to your pharmacy and pushed the door open, hearing the entry bell tinkle. You walked to the back of the store and put your name in, then stepped aside to wait for them to give you your refills.

And who would sidle up beside you from the pain medication isle but Arthur. You were nudged gently by said man standing very close beside you, so you looked up and smiled wide, “Hi!” you greeted him, probably a bit too enthusiastically.

Arthur smiled back at you, “Hi. What’re you doing here?” he did his best to act innocently, as if he didn’t already know you came to this pharmacy for prescription drugs.

You hadn’t had to confront him yet about your own bodily malfunctions, and it made you feel ashamed. So, you wound up not answering him right away, clearing your throat.

“Oh, just picking up some stuff. What about you?”

“Same. I’m getting the last of my, um, prescriptions.”

“Why the last?”

“They’ve stopped funding my social service program.”

You frowned, taken aback by the news, “Oh.... Arthur, I’m sorry.”

Arthur shrugged, “What can you do? No one feels for the little guy anymore.”

The pharmacist called Arthur’s name and he walked up to the counter. You stood there, feeling increasingly bad about his situation. Every single thing just seemed to go wrong for this poor man. And it wasn’t fair at all.

Arthur stepped aside after he received his pretty hefty back of prescriptions, and you were next, taking yours and putting them away into your purse.

“You busy today?” you asked.

Arthur seemed to think about it, “Um, no. But... But I promised my mother I’d make us dinner tonight.”

You smiled at that, “That’s sweet. Well, I was going to do some baking today. Cookies, mostly. You wanna come over and help? Afterwards, you can bring some home to your mom.”

Arthur’s face seemed to loosen at this request and his lips curved into a smile. He nodded, “Sure, I’d like that.”

“Great. Come, I gotta pick up some ingredients,” you didn’t know what possessed you, but you slid your hand comfortably into Arthur’s and tugged him along with you to the exit. It felt good to be more physical with him. And Arthur didn’t seem to mind at all, smiling goofily, looking down at your intertwined hands.

You walked down the street with your hand in his, asking about how his mom was doing, if he was looking for another job.

That’s when Arthur asked, “Do you have family?” which sounded like an odd question to you. Did you seem like that much of a loner?

“Yeah. None of them live in Gotham though. My mom lives out east more, in the nicer suburbs. And my dad lives in Chicago with his girlfriend. And I have two brothers, one older and one younger.”

Arthur seemed to stare at you a little differently while you were giving the brief rundown of your family and their whereabouts. Was it an incomprehension? Or jealousy? You couldn’t quite place his reaction when you looked up at him, but turned into the grocery store when you reached it, letting go of his hand finally and holding the door for him, “After you.”

Arthur appeared to have moved on and he nodded his head in thanks to you and stepped inside.

You always loved the smell of the fresh baking bread in grocery stores. But money was getting tighter since you weren’t working as frequently, so you resisted the urge to pick up a fresh loaf of bread. You purchased all of your required ingredients and headed to your home.

“Alright, I’m so ready to get these cookies baking,” you said once you entered your apartment. You set the grocery bag down on the kitchen countertop, and Arthur followed by putting his down, as well. You threw off your coat and kicked off your shoes, tying your hair up as a final step.

“Do you bake?”

“No, not really.”

“Your mom never made anything for you or showed you how to bake something?”

Arthur shook his head, “She wasn’t really a cook.”

You nodded, “Alright, not everyone’s good at it. My mom was an awful cook growing up. I swear she was trying to poison my brothers and me sometimes.”

Arthur chuckled at the joke.

“This’ll be fun. If you and your mom like these cookies, maybe you can bake them yourself for her at some point.”

Arthur nodded, liking the idea.

You pulled out your measuring cups, bowls, and stirring tools needed to create the dough for the sugar cookies you wanted to bake.

You told him to measure out 3 cups of flour as you went into the adjacent living room and flipped through your records to put on some music. You found one of the rock and roll records your dad gifted you a few years back and stuck the needle into it.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you beamed when you walked back into the kitchen, clapping your hands together, “So whenever you’re baking cookies, it’s important to keep the dry ingredients separate from the wet ingredients.”

And you went on, explaining to Arthur step by step what to do and why. He seemed eager to learn and was nodding at everything you told him.

“This is the part that always makes my hand hurt afterward, it requires a lot of manpower. So go for it,” you chuckled and instructed Arthur to slowly mix in the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients bowl.

You watched his face mostly as he worked, seeing the determined jut in his brow. You saw him whisking up the flour a bit too fast, so it puffed up everywhere, sprinkling over your countertop and on him.

“Sorry! I--”

“Ihit’s okay!” you giggled and stepped closer to him. You hooked an arm underneath his and started rolling up his sleeve for him, “Baking’s messy, that’s supposed to happen.”

Arthur seemed distracted by you rolling up his sleeves, but he resumed his mixing, slower this time. You smiled at him and when you took a step back, you realized just how much sexier Arthur looked with rolled-up sleeves. It added to his usual button-up shirt and sweater combo. You leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek before you went to the other end of the kitchen in search of a rolling pin.

Arthur blushed hard and his head turned towards you when you administered the kiss. You were so easy to touch him and hug him and kiss him. Was he supposed to be the same towards you? Was he not reciprocating enough? Worry quickly encompassed Arthur’s mind seconds after feeling on cloud nine. That’s just what he did.

You grabbed your large rolling pin and sauntered back over to Arthur, seeing he was finishing up the dough. You tapped the rolling pin on his ass teasingly, asking, “How’s it going?”

Arthur jolted at the touch, making you laugh. He eyed you, “I dunno, you tell me.”

You peered into his bowl and asked for the spoon from him. He handed it over and you started to finish kneading until it was perfect dough consistency, “Tada. You just made your first sugar cookie dough,” and you gave him a round of applause.

Arthur smiled, “That wasn’t so bad.”

“I know. Now, we gotta let this set up in the fridge for like twenty minutes to a half hour,” you bunched up the dough into a ball and wrapped it up in saran wrap, sticking it into the fridge carefully.

You scraped your finger on the side of the bowl that used to contain the dough and licked it off, “Try some. Cookie dough is the most delicious thing on the planet.”

And Arthur followed your lead, tasting the granules of sugar and the slight saltiness and the smoothness. It was pretty tasty.

“Mmmm,” you moaned in happiness when you swiped the last of the dough from the bowl, “I’m excited for these.”

“Where’d you learn to cook?” Arthur inquired.

“I dunno. My dad was always the chef of the family, but he left when I was relatively young. I’m mostly self-taught. I went away to college so I had to fend for myself, and I didn’t have the money to eat out every day. So I learned to cook.”

You started putting dishes into the sink and soaking them. You offered, “And hey, if you ever wanna cook something at your own home, I can give you a few recipes. Oh, I have this one for grilled cheese,” you groaned in pleasure, “Oh, it’s fucking amazing.”

Arthur chortled, “I lihike that you’re so passionate about food.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sure I look like I’m passionate about food,” you giggled, giving yourself a jab at your own weight. Nothing awful, just throwing it out there.

“You’re beautiful,” Arthur said sweetly, genuinely. Anytime he did those sudden extreme compliments, you flushed red. You just couldn’t help it. This time was no different. You didn’t really show any reaction when he said that, just ducking your burning face as you started washing dishes you wouldn’t be using anymore. Arthur leaned in close to your ear and he whispered, “You’re beautiful,” and that made you giggle bashfully.

“Ahalright, I get it. Thank you,” you turned your head and made eye contact. It seemed Arthur was waiting for you to look his way, being in such close proximity, and he kissed you on the lips. You kissed back for that brief moment and then smiled wide at him afterward.

When you finished the dishes, you offered Arthur some tea. He accepted and you boiled water for the two of you so you could have tea in the meantime while waiting for the cookie dough to set up. You were telling Arthur about how nervous you were to be working the gala at Wayne Hall in two days. You heard they were planning a massive strike outside, and you didn’t know how much longer these protests would be ‘peaceful.’ But you really wanted to watch Modern Times with a live orchestra, so you said you’d suck it up.

“Alright, time for the fun part,” you announced after a half hour had flown by, after you and Arthur had drank your tea.

Arthur went with you back into the kitchen and observed you, standing close by. You stuck your hands into the flour bag and sprinkled some all over the cutting board, “Just throw the dough on there, please,” you requested.

Arthur did as he was told, plopping it onto the floured surface, “See, you do this so the dough doesn’t stick anywhere and get all messy,” you always seemed to have an itch on your face whenever your hands were indisposed, so you quickly swiped the back of your hand over your nose, getting a streak of flour there. Then you started working the dough into a slightly more malleable form.

“You have some...” Arthur touched his own nose while looking at you, grinning.

“What?”

Arthur reached forward and flicked the flour off with his finger.

“Oho, thanks,” you smiled and got more flour onto your hands patting it onto the top of the dough before you swiftly reached up and pinched Arthur’s nose briefly, getting it coated with flour, as well. You laughed.

“Why?” was all Arthur said, clearly good-humored.

You kept giggling and shrugged, “I dunno, your nose is big.”

“My nose is big?” he reacted more outlandishly than you thought he would, making you laugh more.

“Yeahahah.”

“I don’t think it’s that big,” he defended, wiping the flour from his nose.

You were busy rolling out the dough when you added, “Well, I think it works out. You gotta have a big nose to fit that red clown nose onto it,” and you laughed at your own joke more, even if it didn’t make any sense, “Oh my god, you should do your clown makeup with all cooking ingredients one day. Lihihike, like... flour for your face-- or whipped cream! You can just stick your face into whipped cream or something-- H-Hey! Arthur!” you were cut off when Arthur had come near you and started to pinch at your side. It was clearly meant to tickle.

“You’re so funny,” Arthur said honestly, “Especially when it’s at my expense,” he teased and continued to prod and squeeze. You tried to keep your hands on the rolling pin but that was failing fast.

“Arthur, wahahait!” you started to sink down onto the kitchen floor. Arthur took pity and he chuckled, stopping and pulling you to your feet instead.

“Dohon’t do that again,” you warned him, shooting him a look, but you were smiling so he knew you weren’t actually mad at him.

“Okay,” Arthur conceded easily and then added, “I’ll just do it again when you start talking about putting ketchup all over my lips next.”

That made you snort and you patted the dough once more, “Finished,” you reached across Arthur and grabbed the cookie cutter, “Press this all over the dough. It’ll make us nice round cookies,” you went and got the baking tray while Arthur was tasked with cookie cutting.

Pretty soon, all the cookies were cut and laid out on trays. Then you slid them into the oven.

“Nice,” you said, feeling proud of your work together. There was a moment of silence, of peacefulness, and you really enjoyed it.

You scratched your nose again with not totally clean hands, not even looking at Arthur when you said, “Maybe blueberry jam for the eye makeup...”

And that was it.

You squeaked and ran out of the kitchen when you saw Arthur immediately come towards you, with a clear mischievous intention. It was a futile effort; maybe because you weren’t fast enough, or maybe because you actually wanted to get caught. But Arthur had wrapped both arms around your waist, snagged you, and lifted you up as he plopped you onto the couch. My god was this man strong. You were already giggling by the time he straddled you.

“Arthur, no no no no, wahait, I’m sorry--- WAIT!” you shrieked when he started to tickle your belly and sides with those stupid long, nimble fingers of his.

“You never told me you were ticklish,” was what Arthur decided to say.

“N-Never came up!” you started cackling when he went for pinching your ribs.

Arthur was swooning at the sight of you below him, red-faced, squirming, practically crying with laughter.

“Nohohot fair! This isn’t FAIR!” you yipped and arched your back when he experimentally squeezed at your hip bone.

Arthur’s fingers were working of their own accord by this point, as his eyes were trained on your lovely face. Your hands would occasionally come down to swat at his attacking ones, but mostly they were clung to your chest. And Arthur felt such pride in the fact that he was eliciting this musical laughter from you, no other reason.

Finally, he relented. His hand didn’t move from its place at your side but it had stopped tickling. You panted and coughed, letting your residual giggles die down. You felt his hand flinch, and you shot yours to it, “Noho more,” you breathed, gripping Arthur’s hand in your own.

Arthur was past the point of smiling at you. He was staring at you with those big eyes of his and you finally wiped the tears in your eyes away enough to see him. He looked beautiful. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and his eyes flickered to your lips.

You leaned up to give him permission and he was on you in an instant, kissing you so tenderly. You lifted one hand up and rested it on Arthur’s waist, and your other hand was touching his jaw.

Everything was beautiful about this day. It started with the weather. Then the coincidence of running into Arthur, his free schedule, and your desire to be with him all lined up. Cookie baking turned into a one-sided tickle fight. And now here was this beautiful, beautiful man, inside and out, kissing your lips and your jawline and your neck on your couch, flour and sugar still making both of your hands sticky and your mouths taste sweet. You had both of your hands now cradling the back of Arthur’s neck, lightly tracing the base of his neck with your nails. Your lips were close to his ear, and you could hear him breathing. You pressed a few tiny kisses along his cheek. Then Arthur spoke.

“I can smell the cookies.”

And a smile bloomed on your face.

#arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck #reader insert #joker #joker x reader #arthur fleck x y/n #joker x y/n #arthur fleck x you #joker x you #fluff #romance #relationship #tickling #ticklish!reader #baking cookies #domestic

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drkreviews · 7 years ago

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Here I am with a new song analysis in “Lyrical Love”! Today’s subject is a song by the enigmatic visual band More, precisely Mawaru yume to gekijou to (With a dream around and a passion), released as final track of their first mini-album Paradigma on 16th March 2016. This song is incredibly fascinating and mysterious, where the peculiar melody surrounds a compelling and deep message composed of strong words.

THE MUSIC

A growing and vibrant melody opens the song, where the guitar puts up intense and metallic notes; then the sustained rhythm and the relevant bass lines join the mysterious theme, along with Loki’s chilling and obscure vocals and a crystalline piano; the final result is an enigmatic rock ballad, with an unpredictable structure, made by interesting tempo changes and nice technical feats, especially from the guitar.

Lyrics (Romaji)

Kaze ni yureru hanabira mai Tsuka no ma tayuru suimon to Tomedo nagaru ukiyo no yume Nitsukawashiku harahara to kiete. Kochou ga ware ka ware ga kochou nanoka? Wakarazu tada hirahira to agumu aa. Togire togire togire narabu Kono mi o someru hanabana hiraite wa... Dare ga soko de warai sono ura de dareka ga naku Kurikaesu rinne no uzu dare ni mo tomerarenai no ka Kodou wa tsuyoku hayamari sakebi wa hibiki tsudzuke Inochi o tsukiugokasu takaraka ni gekijou wa moe Shizumi wataru kakuriyo no yume Te o nobasedo yurayura to yurete. Chiri ni hitoshiki aa wagami naredomo Saredo tomo ni nobori tsumeyou. Todae todae todae daita Kono mi o umeru kotodama shizunde wa toketa. Dare ga soko de warai sono ura de dareka ga naku Kurikaesu rinne no uzu dare ni mo tomerarenai no ka Kodou wa tsuyoku hayamari sakebi wa hibiki tsudzuke Inochi o tsukiugokasu takaraka ni gekijou wa moe. Kodou wa tsuyoku hayamari sakebi wa hibiki tsudzuke Inochi o tsukiugokasu takaraka ni gekijou wa moe. Todaezu musunda enishi o hanasazu.

Lyrics (Translation)

Dancing petals, shaken by the wind A fleeting and shaken watercolor Flows to the end, a dream of a floating world Which fades while fluttering.

Is it my butterfly, my butterfly? Ah, I simply don’t understand it and I fleetingly lose interest. (I)

Cut in sequence These flowers which dye the body, here scattered...

Now someone laughs and on the other side someone is crying Repeating the vortex of the life cycle, noboby can stop it The heartbeat is strong and fast, the cry resonates Stimulating the life, a passion which highly burns. (II)

A still, wandering dream of afterlife Stretch an hand and shake it, swaying.

Equal to the dust, oh my In any case, let’s focus on the ascent.

Incessantly wrapped The power of language buries this body, melted and drowned. (III)

Cut in sequence These flowers which dye the body, here scattered...

The heartbeat is strong and fast, the cry resonates Stimulating the life, a passion which highly burns.

Don’t stop to tie up, don’t separate the fate. (IV)

THE WORDS

Written by the singer Loki, this song is fleeting by definition. Each element is built for resembling the concept of movement, flow, transience or whatever name you want to give to it; apart from the mentioned melody, the words are well chosen, for recreating the sensation as if the reader is floating and their musicality in Japanese works perfectly in this sense. But, what is the real meaning of this song? For knowing it better, first we have to put it in the context of the whole mini-album, along with other tracks; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, is about not having a way out for our sins and faults (and it has a link with our song), The Hanged Man is about the chaos provided by the feelings and Kohaku (Confessions) is about admitting our own doubts and the difficulty in overcoming them. And now we come to our song, whose central theme is the caducity of human life. Each thing concerning the life, the passions, the emotions, the memories, the dreams, is all temporary and fleeting and here it is explained the sense of floating given by it, well rendered by the words chosen by the author. And now... let’s analyze the song!

I) The text starts already with a dynamic image, kicking right in the song’s atmosphere; dancing petals, shaken by the wind (Kaze ni yureru hanabira mai), a fleeting and shaken watercolor, which flows up to its end (Tsuka no ma tayuru suimon to/tomedo nagaru), all elements of a dream of the floating world (ukiyo no yume, the word ukiyo is really important in Japanese language, as it represents an artistical concept, which characterized Japanese arts until the end of 19th century and represented any kind of earthen pleasure), which fades away fluttering, like a butterfly, his butterfly, who the protagonist is looking for (Kochou ga ware ka ware ga kochou nanoka?, the butterfly in Japanese symbology is linked to the soul which has left the body after the death, flying free and light); he doesn’t understand what’s happening to him and he loses the interest quickly (Wakarazu tada hirahira to agumu aa).

II) The flowers are scattered, dyeing his body and cut in a perfect sequence, as in a burial (Togire togire togire narabu/Kono mi o someru hanabana hiraite wa...); he, with the eyes of his soul, sees someone who is laughing and someone else who is crying (Dare ga soko de warai sono ura de dareka ga naku), images of the repeating vortex, the cycle of life that no one can stop (Kurikaesu rinne no uzu dare ni mo tomerarenai no ka), but he still feels as his heart beats strong and fast and his cry resonates around him (Kodou wa tsuyoku hayamari sakebi wa hibiki tsudzuke), like if he is still alive, with a burning passion which stimulates him (Inochi o tsukiugokasu takaraka ni gekijou wa moe)

III) Now he is living a still and wandering dream of the afterlife (Shizumi wataru kakuriyo no yume) and he invites his mate to tend his hand there and to wave there, swaying (Te o nobasedo yurayura to yurete); finally he realizes with sadness that he, like any other being in the world, is physically like the dust (Chiri ni hitoshiki aa wagami naredomo, the dust is an image already used by the band in the same mini-album, precisely in the second track, a sure hint to the famous Biblical quote), but each human being should focus on the ascent which is the existence (Saredo tomo ni nobori tsumeyou); the power of words, their spirit are so powerful to bury his own body, now melted and drowned, even if is perfectly wrapped by the flowers (Todae todae todae daita/Kono mi o umeru kotodama shizunde wa toketa).

IV) The final sequence sees the repetition of the second part in its entirety, ending the text with an invite to not stop to tie up the single things of the life, to not separate the fate (Todaezu musunda enishi o hanasazu).

Life flows and nothing stands still; our bodies, our feelings, our experiences move and change constantly and nothing can stop it, neither the pain and the doubts; More, in their first proper work, have managed to build up an enigmatic and dreamy ballad, where the movement and the change are the key ingredients.

That’s all folks! See you tomorrow with a double review on “Let’s Listen to”!

Thanks for the reading!

#more #jrock #visual kei #mawaru yume to gekijou to #dream #passion #life #floating #transient #movement #lyrical love

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somuchkdrama · 7 years ago

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Hwayugi 17-18 (II)

@dramajib I don't see how they're going to wrap all this up without it feeling anticlimactic honestly. Like the last we hear is that Oh Gong, by defeating the Geumganggo on his own, has created an opportunity to change fate. Which fits in with the Son Oh Gong of legends who is constantly defying the gods and the restrictions they try to impose on him

dramajib: But given how Sam Jang's duty/task has been this huge overarching driving force, I just don't see how they'll build it up enough in two episodes and knock it down without it just being another "haha jk easy fix" thing

dramajib: Another thing I wanna talk about is Ma Wang and also Bu Ja so holla when you guys are up

@rocknghorss: About Ma Wang... I’m feeling sympathetic toward him again

@triangularlily: Can I just say I wasn't paying too much attention to the episode and I was about ready to quit when I thought they had actually killed the secretary dog whose name I'm forgetting

triangularlily I was like THIS IS THE LAST STRAW

rocknghorss Lolol

A Potentially Boring Ending?

rocknghorss: I was worried but then I realized that this show has never killed or seriously injured any of the main characters

rocknghorss: Kinda like what Ekta was saying earlier, the ending is probably going to be wildly boring unless they don’t let Oh Gong circumvent fate after all and Sam Jang kills him

rocknghorss I think her name is Secretary Ma btw

triangularlily: Ok I thought that's what it was too

triangularlily: Maybe there will be some kind of twist like I haven't found the show really that predictable maybe because it's so wacky

rocknghorss: Wacky is a good word for it

triangularlily: Also I know I kept harping on about wanting the guegensjskaong bracelet thing off but like it's too late at this point I think their romance won't ever do it for me

triangularlily: Like I am glad his feelings are real but it's just too late at this point

rocknghorss: His feelings are real but what are they based on is my issue!? Because the version 1.0 model forced obedience upon whoever wore it

triangularlily: Yeah that is a good point

triangularlily: Actually a really interesting idea that probably won't be explored in the show

triangularlily: Like for me they must never developed the romance/their feelings like they put the bracelet on and tada! he loves her! Like how am I supposed to be invested or believe in that

triangularlily: In the beginning of the show I thought maybe they would take the bracelet off and then they would kind of start over in their relationship and fall in love for real like sometimes what kdramas do with amnesia plots but like that's not what happened

rocknghorss: Their romance I think is really tough to believe cause of what you said earlier and also because they don’t really know each other. Who is Jin Seon Mi really? All I know about her is that she really likes the fact that there’s finally someone who likes her despite (or because of?) her magical powers. And that’s a sad basis for a relationship.

dramajib: I think that’s a good point - I don’t have trouble believing their feelings for each other, but I just don’t care. And that’s mostly because Seon Mi as a character hasn’t been fleshed out. This sudden “I’m going to empty my heart of love and save the world” thing just makes no sense to me, it just seems like a way to keep the story moving

triangularlily: I think they def are just trying to keep the story moving. I was glad tho that she seems to be the only one who cares about Bu Ja rather than PK rn

triangularlily: Also I rather wish she had powers since the beginning I kind of like that addition to her character even if it’s just more of a plot device

dramajib: Back to Ma Wang for a quick sec - I wondered if him being so gullible and easy to trick had anything to do with him being the (a?) devil. Combined with how he’s so softhearted just seems like an interesting personality choice for this character. Like we do see him being cold and harsh, but it never last very long and he’s obviously the biggest softy and everyone knows it.

rocknghorss: Ma Wang, kinda like Oh Gong, is ultimately harmless. They’ve even dialed back Ah Sa Nyeo’s diabolical plans and made her seem almost sympathetic. i really hope that whatever plan Oh Gong has up his sleeve also is meant to save BuJa too— it’s irritating that it’s only been PK and Octopus(?) that have seemed to care for the last ~8 episodes.

rocknghorss: Oh yeah, and Seon Mi too, when the writers let her care about something other than Oh Gong

triangularlily: I’m just really worried they’re gonna give the shaman some kind of redemption arc and she like agrees to be burned or something and BuJa just is like gone

rocknghorss: Let’s hope not!!!

rocknghorss: Also, going back to what you said last week Kristin… this show has so many side plots! It’s pretty amazing that they’re all fairly (?) relevant to the overall plot. Even Jason (that was his name right?) had a part to play in showing that Seon Mi could have a fairly normal human life if she found the right person.

triangularlily: Yeah, I think maybe that’s why it’s not living up to my expectations of a Hong sister’s drama. I think it’s too complicated and maybe because it’s an adaption of something. Maybe they’re just a lot better at writing their own stories.

rocknghorss: that’s an interesting idea. I never thought of it like that. They also did an adaptation of Chunhyang back in the day right?

triangularlily: Oh idk. I haven’t seen it!

rocknghorss: Well all I really recall about it is that it was boring lol.

triangularlily: Well maybe I’m right then lol

rocknghorss: Ekta will you tell me what you meant earlier about Ma Wang being a/the devil and being gullible?

dramajib: I just noticed that of all the characters, he seems to be the one who gets painted as this dumb foolish guy a lot, someone you can easily put one over

dramajib: Like even with PK, it’s only the BuJa angle that allows him to be manipulated. But with Ma Wang it’s love, and then pride, and envy and family, and whole gamut of things that let people lead him on and allow him to be very susceptible to suggestion

dramajib: I mean, yes, he does eventually catch on and shake it off and get back to bad business, but mostly there’s this quality of gullibility attached to him that we don’t really see in the other characters as much - and it made me think about how in all the folk stories we always hear about the devil being tricked or outsmarted so that good triumphs over evil in the end.

dramajib: I know the other characters do get tricked and manipulated too, the main premise of the show is supposed to be about Seon Mi and Oh Gong’s feelings being manipulated, but it doesn’t have that same quality of “look how stupid this creature is lol” to it as it does with Ma Wang… Or maybe that’s just be being partial to Cha Seung Won again

rocknghorss: No lol. I don’t think it’s the CSW bias. I guess my only point of contention (if it can even be called that) is that as the devil, Ma Wang may be doing such a poor job at tempting people and is so easily tricked himself is because he’s a devil who was trying to become a deity.

dramajib: Re BuJa (because I was asleep when you guys discussed it, because time zones ugh): I wonder if her mom actually died, or was just transferred somewhere else. The translations for that bit seemed a bit off.

dramajib: If they are giving Ah Sa Nyeo a redemption arc, maybe she’ll sacrifice her soul to make BuJa human again or something like that. it still seems a bit unsatisfactory though. I will be sad to not get BuJa back, but can’t think of a way for them to do it that wouldn’t frustrate me. Unless she comes back, stays a zombie, but becomes a pop star and the energy she gets from her concerts keep her going?

dramajib: I want her to do it on her own, you know? Not just because someone helped her. As sweet as PK is with her. But he mentioned something about hoping Ah Sa Nyeo becomes good so he can make her his little sister too, so who knows how things are going to go.

rocknghorss: Bu Ja did want to become a popstar didn’t she? I’d forgotten about that. But in terms of Ah Sa Nyeo and redemption, my prediction is that she’ll get one and it’ll paint her in a super sympathetic light and Prof. Kang will go down (but not die!) and somehow BuJa will be reincarnated.

triangularlily: I just want BuJa back somehow and not forgotten

#hwayugi #smk: the discourse #lee seung gi #lee el #cha seung won #oh yeon seo #lee se young

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123designsrq · 5 years ago

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CUSTOMIZED 1977 HONDA GOLD WING INSPIRED BY SAMURAI OUTFITS

Possibly the best motorbike customizers, and my own favorites, Dying Machines based in london have returned by having an absolute stunner… a totally customized 1977 Honda Gold Wing heavily inspired by samurai players as well as their gear. Nicknamed the ‘Kenzo’, after Kenzo Tada, who in 1930 grew to become the very first Asian rider ever to compete in the Isle of individual TT, the custom motorcycle “is caused by traditional craft coupled with condition-of-the-art manufacturing techniques, and lots of headaches. And cuts. And burns. And heavy reconsiderations of existence choices”, repeat the folks at DMOL. I’d most likely guess the finish result, as outstanding because it is, was worth everything fuss. Kenzo’s outstanding body celebrates overlapping segments present in ancient samurai armor and hence the reult of the Honda Gold Wing's aggressive lines. The initial design is made in CAD, and it was finally prototyped after hrs of dealing with hands-paneled aluminum, then ditching it for composites, produced using the high-precision 3D prints and CNC parts. Underneath the final segment rests an insert grille made through 3D printing. The Kenzo’s absolutely exquisite lighting resorted to more advanced way to represent the razor-fringe of samurai weaponry. Dealing with Luminit of California, DMOL incorporated the world’s innovative holographic diffusion film in to the units. Light in the underlying LED’s is strictly disbursed at 80 levels across the top of film, removing locations and developing a seamless bar of sunshine that’s absolutely menacing to check out. DMOL’s inspiration finds its home within the handlebars too, with grips inspired through the traditional Tsukamaki sword-wrapping technique, along with a seat that includes a patterned embossed leather clad that resembles the leather the samurais used under their metal suits. Possibly my personal favorite detail is better left for that end… the Kenzo’s precious speedometer. The ornate ivory-esque speedometer includes a hands-crafted dynamic diorama of sorts, including a dragon, cast from your 18th-century Japanese jewel box. Sitting atop it's the speed-hands, cast within the same material. Turn the bike on and also the speedometer livens up magically having a rim-light, getting all of the intricate information on the dial to existence. I honestly have no idea how I’d have the ability to tear my eyes from its sheer beauty to pay attention to the street,but honestly, I possibly could state that about practically every design detail around the Kenzo. Outstanding job, DMOL. You’ve completely wowed me all over again! honda motorcycle models honda motorcycles for sale honda motorcycles 2018 honda motorcycles dealers small honda motorcycles 2020 honda motorcycles honda motorcycle dealer honda motorcycle parts Read the full article

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seriously-mike · 6 years ago

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Well, folks, next week is another photoshoot, and the topic is creepy, horror-y, goth-y, dark, shadow-y stuff. So I got an idea that I'll make a necromancer's staff. Like, voodoo, skull-topped, the works. I bought a set of Halloween plastic bones at Tiger (it's a Danish franchise of stores selling weird, cheap stuff) in order to make a flute out of a femur, and I got a couple of vertebrae and a cheap-looking skull in that set. So I got the idea to get a long gnarled branch, top it with a skull and set of vertebrae, then add some greebles on top of that.

Finding the gnarled branch was a literal walk in the park, as one of the trees in my local park toppled (apparently a few months ago) and it's still lying there, so I grabbed one of the branches that was long and light enough, then got to work.

I hit my local Home Depot to get a three-foot thin wooden dowel and a drill bit to match, hacked the broken bits off both ends of the branch and neatly knolled all the structural bits. Drilling through the center of the branch to fit the dowel in turned to be more difficult than I thought, and my cordless drill gave up. So I whipped out my recently-bought (when I broke the ceiling lamp in my living room back in August) impact drill. That one worked, so I poured some wood glue into the hole, then hammered the dowel in. I drilled the plastic spinal column and base of the skull, then threaded it onto the dowel and added some hot glue just in case. Tada, halfway there.

Then, I added some color by smearing Citadel model paints with my thumb (in two layers, so you can’t say I wasn’t thorough!) and made a grip by wrapping some of the rags my bitchin’ golden goblet arrived in around the branch and securing them with PVA glue. I also added some pleather that I had left from a failed project just in case and a lot of twine for decoration. Finally, I hot-glued some more of the plastic bones into a triangle and tied a skeleton hand in the middle with some string. Now, the damn thing looks like some proper black magic.

#props #horror #fantasy #DIY #halloween #Mike Makes Things

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apprenticemages · 6 years ago

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Busy, busy week… Two finales, several penultimate episodes, and quite possibly the finest episode this season. All this, some thoughts on the differences between heroism in The Incredibles and My Hero Academia, and more after the jump!

The shows that I am watching are in bold, shows my wife and I are watching together are in bold italics. Question marks denote shows not watched yet (during the premiere weeks), and strikethrough marks dropped shows.

3D Kanojo / Real Girl Ep 12 (Finale)

(I’m trying to write this as if I didn’t already know a second season has been announced.)

That worked… I guess. The Itou/Ayado relationship was put on hold (mostly due to Itou’s self-effacing nature), and the romance between Tsutsui and Iroha was reconfirmed. Not that we need it reconfirmed, but that’s how romance anime works. Other than the revelation that Iroha and her brother were not related, there were no big surprises. I guess you could say they just coasted into the ending without exerting much effort.

Such coasting isn’t that unusual, but at least the final scene gave a bit of closure. More of a “our battle goes on” ending than a “go read the manga” ending.

(OK, now writing with the foreknowledge of a second season and treating this ep as more of a “midseason break”.)

I really don’t see where they can go from here that isn’t “more of the same”. That works in a manga you read weekly or monthly, or in a tankoubon… But it’s hard to pull off in a continuing anime series. And the whole deal with her brother has a good chance of heading quickly south into squick territory.

Comic Girls Ep 11

Is it just me, or has the pacing really been off between Eps 10 and 11? Both of them felt like finales of a sort – but the actual finale comes tomorrow. I may have just not noticed them before this, but it seems that recently more than a few shows have adopted the “finale and epilogue” structure.

Anyhow, to the business at hand – this week’s finale-but-not-final ep. The first main thread of the story is that staple of high school anime, the career survey. Unsurprisingly, none of the girls want to be anything but manga artists. Only Ruki-chan had any kind of realistic backup plan, to teach nursery school. This was nicely contrasted with the Matron revealing that she had decided not to become a manga artist, but instead decided to support other budding mangaka by becoming the dorm matron.

Poor Kaos-chan.

The second thread was all about preparing to close down the dorm. (For good? For renovations? I don’t recall.) The girls are dragooned into cleaning out the storage room, and Kaos discovers some graffiti left by previous students… Which inspired her to ganbatte (as if she hadn’t been doing that all along) and resulted in her getting a two issue one-shot, her first actual success!

Which… felt off to me as they’ve spent so much time emphasizing how useless and untalented she was and not showing much if any personal growth at all. I think I’ll have more to say on that in my series review. It’s not something that really fits here and I need to think it out more.

Crossing Time Ep 11

Ick… They went in a creeper direction again this week.

Hinamatsuri Ep 11

Didn’t hit me till I sat down to write this review… But there’s an interesting common thread between the two segments. Both involve the protagonist trying to create something that isn’t there for their own selfish reasons. Seta (the journalist) trying to create the image of a hardened yakuza so that he keeps his job… and Nitta trying to turn Anzu “to the dark side” (for lack of a better term) basically out of pure selfishness.

Both parts felt a little… forced I guess? Almost but not quite filler. In particular the Anzu/Nitta segment was good, but also felt like it was mostly intended to set up the final scene… Would that make it a two-parter? I guess so. It just feels odd here since so far Hinamatsuri has mostly confined itself to self-contained segments and no cliffhangers.

Speaking of the cliffhanger… Did they drop a hint as to Nitta’s real feelings? I mean, just moments before he was all “dammit, reality is returning” but there was a flash at the end where he seemed to be in shock and actually care.

Either way – guesses on what happens in the finale? It’s not implausible that Hina simply got bored and wandered off. But we still have Mao wandering around out there somewhere, and her appearance in the ‘flash forward’ that opened the series.

My Hero Academia 3 / Boku no Hero Academia 3 Ep 11 (Ep 49)

Not ashamed to admit that this scene, when it hit me what All Might’s true message was and who it was intended for… Damm onion ninjas.

I’ve rarely seen such a crowning moment of awesome… A capstone for a belief core to Academia‘s entire structure – heroism and strength come not from Quirks, but from deep inside.

They’re quick moments, but interesting. Bakugou is very somber and serious during All Might’s final moments as a Hero… What is he thinking? Does he see that as raising the bar on what he must do to be the Number One Hero? The second shot… I can’t tell if he’s being sympathetic to Deku, or questioning.

It was interesting to ponder on this episode after going to see The Incredibles 2 the next day. It had never really occurred to me how both address the issue of the legitimacy of superheroes. The view is less nuanced in The Incredibles – more about the supers, and their duty to use their powers for good and to protect the innocent. Academia takes the position that it’s less about doing good and more about being good. Instead of simply being protectors, being a hero is as much about inspiration as raw power. And it’s not a matter of style over substance, All Might’s wellspring of inspiration comes not just from his attitude and his smile – but from the certainty produced by his deeds. And unlike Mr Incredible, All Might is self-aware enough to know that this matters.

Endeavor, in his self centeredness is much closer to Mr Incredible than All Might… And I have to wonder if that’s what Endeavor recognized? As Academia has emphasized again and again is that the true nature of heroism comes from inside the Hero… The ultimate difference between Endeavor and All Might isn’t raw power, but that inner certainty. Both Shimura Nana and All Might seemed to recognize that drive and nature in their respective proteges.

Rokuhoudou Yotsuiro Biyori Ep 10

I liked the first segment a great deal… The contrast between the aunt and her sense of adventure and niece trying so hard to play it safe was interesting to watch play out. And did she end up with a bit of a crush on Sui, or is it just me?

I laughed out loud that so many of the reviews had photos of Gure’s latte “art” (which they’d made fun earlier in the segment). Speaking of Gure, he was the hero of the second segment – rushing off full tilt to procure a key ingredient so that Rokuhoudou would not disappoint any customers. He’s so earnest, so honest, so clueless (in spots) and so over-the-top. Gure is rapidly becoming my favorite character that isn’t Sui.

Sword Art Online Alternative: Gun Gale Online Ep 10

Still building towards the fated (scripted?) confrontation – LLENN v. Pitohui. SHINC has signed onto this plan (for reasons unclear to me) and throw their chances at winning in order to break M and take his sniper shield out of the equation. The rest of the episode was basically devoted to showing in various ways what a sadistic, heartless, heedless idiot Pitohui actually is.

The biggest idiocy? Apparently she and M are using Nerve Gear – for that full “you might die” experience. Which, as many folks have pointed out, is potentially huge plot hole. Wouldn’t they have been confiscated? Wouldn’t the game software be designed to reject a connection from them? It’s very likely they were confiscated from known survivors. But what about Gear from those who didn’t go into professional custody (as Kirito and Asuna were). Or Gear from folks who were unable to log in on the fateful day? (Like Pitohui herself.) It’s quite possible (if not entirely plausible) there’s still Gear floating about in the wild. As to the question of game software – if GGO is built on top of the World Seed framework… It’s entirely possible that it wouldn’t occur to Kayaba Akihiko to build in such protection. Why would he?

They’ve referenced Shinon (twice) and Yuuki… It was inevitable that they’d reference Kirito.

Tada-kun wa Koi wo Shinai / Tada Never Falls in Love Ep 11

This wasn’t exactly an easy episode to watch… Not for any great emotional depth, but because of the complete lack of emotional depth. They tried to sell us on the notion that Tada was silently pining of Theresa-hime and that none of his nosy friends had noticed for six months. And they failed, abysmally. They’ve spent a ton of time establishing that Tada has the emotional sensitivity of a turnip, and failing to capitalize on any chance to show him moving beyond that. This episode was (to paraphrase Karandi) too little, too late.

Uma Musume: Pretty Derby Ep 13 (Finale)

I’m… not exactly sure what to think of this ep. It wasn’t quite the epilogue-and-wrap-up that I expected. It wasn’t quite an actual finale either. With the time skip and the careful introduction of each character, it felt more like an OVA than anything else.

They just couldn’t resist having Team Spica make a hero walk…

And I couldn’t resist a final screenshot of Best Girl doing what she does best.

Either way, we got a final look at most of the girls and their determination to race. With pretty much the entire cast having their moment in the spotlight there wasn’t time to go into any kind of depth however. Particularly, they lost their final chance to get inside Silence Suzuka’s head. I wasn’t really happy with the cop-out ending where “everybody wins”…

Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku Ep 10

This ep was mostly about Naoya… via a chance encounter at work, he hooks up with a very lonely and introverted Kou. He ends up working very hard at getting better at video games so he doesn’t feel so bad about hanging out with her ingame. For her part, she seems to accept that there’s someone who genuinely want to hang out with her despite the whole (tropish) introverted/plain/gamer/nerd thing. Wotakoi has played fast-and-loose with tropes all season to great effect, but this time it felt forced and seemed to fall flat. And there’s still a trope waiting in the wings… I don’t think Nao really realizes that Kou is a girl.

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And there you have it folks! What are your thoughts on this week’s episodes? What are your thoughts on my thoughts? Feel free to say “Derek, you’re a genius!”, I’ll be humble I promise. OK, OK, I guess you can say “Derek, you’re an idiot” if you must…

Looking forward… Should have my Summer preview out later this week. Haven’t really laid the schedule over a calendar, but SAOA:GGO is going to be the pacing show for my Spring season review. (Yay, looks like I’ll be working on it across the holiday week. What fun.)

Thanks for reading!

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