#the pyro is supposed to be my self insert

[bulldog-geckorahhhhh]

Doodles from yesterday I never posted!

Uhhh there’s some Apollyon under the cut but they’re naked. Nonsexual nudity below the cut!!

[suddencolds]

Untrustworthy | Genshin Impact

This is a 3k word commission for anon! (I admittedly wrote over the commissioned word count).

Thank you so much for commissioning me and for your kind message 😭This fic was surprisingly very challenging to write, so I’m sorry for the wait; I hope you enjoy! 

Requested prompt: 

I want Diluc completely miserable with a cold. As much mess as you're ok with. Still trying to function. Until Kaeya can't stand watching anymore and inserts himself as caregiver.

—

It’s subtle at first. Diluc turns away from making a drink to cough tightly into an elbow. Diluc’s gaze pulls uneven as he ducks forward with a barely stifled sneeze into a handkerchief he’s been keeping in his coat pocket. Diluc—when he thinks no one is watching—leans a bit too heavily against the countertop, bracing himself with one arm, and lifts the other hand to massage his temples. as if he’s attempting to drive away a headache that he’s had all afternoon.

It would be unnoticeable, except Kaeya pays more attention than people give him credit for. It would be unnoticeable, except Kaeya is aware that a cold has been making its rounds through the Knights, many of which frequent the tavern—one severe enough to prompt Jean to actually take a sick day, for once, one that seems especially severe this winter and—judging by the absences in his ranks this last week—difficult to avoid.

Diluc doesn’t fall ill often, Kaeya knows. Even now he barely looks unwell, save for the faint flush of his cheeks, the exhaustion disrupting his usually-perfect posture, the sneezes that he keeps stifling into almost-silence.

Either he’s at the start of his cold—before it’s had a chance to get really bad—or he’s putting in an inordinate amount of effort to hide it.

Kaeya suspects it might be both.

“Master Diluc,” he says, when Diluc conveniently stops by one of the tables next to him with drinks. “When does your shift end?”

Diluc’s shoulders stiffen, though he doesn’t turn around to address Kaeya properly. “Three hours from now.” he says, frowning. “if you intend to involve me in one of your late-night arrangements…”

“Oh? Not this time,“ Kaeya says. He lifts his wine to take a sip. “Even if I were, I think perhaps I would have reconsidered.”

“And why is that?”

Diluc says it flatly—unaffectedly—but he only has the luxury of keeping up that act for a few seconds before he’s ducking into his shoulder with a perfectly silenced stifle. It’s such a seamless performance, neatly contained and expertly quiet—really, Kaeya deems himself unworthy.

“Bless you,” he says, though Diluc scoffs, swipes the empty glasses from the table he’s serving, and starts off toward his usual spot behind the counter. “I do hope you are not falling ill, master Diluc.”

Diluc sets the glasses down on the countertop, diligently averting his glance. “I’m fine.”

“Is that so?” At Diluc’s silence, he presses on. “Perhaps you should close up early, just in case. You look like you could use some rest.”

“No need,” Diluc says. “It’s just— “Hiih… hiIIH-nGK-t! Hiih… HIiIH…-!!.... hiIIh-GKt!” The sneezes snap him forward, his shoulders trembling with the motion. He straightens with an almost imperceptible shiver. “—just dust, snf. Perhaps the Knights would be more efficient if you put more time into work instead of investigating less…” Diluc looks to him at last, his jaw tightly set. “...pressing matters.”

“Ah.” Kaeya laughs. “So eager to get rid of me?”

“Your concern is unnecessary. I already intend to close up earlier than usual.”

That’s surprising, to say the least—Diluc usually never cancels plans to suit himself. “So you really aren’t feeling well,” Kaeya says, suddenly worried. If it’s so bad that even Diluc is closing up early...

He must not be doing a good job keeping the concern off his face, because Diluc just scoffs dismissively, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s not that.” He coughs softly into his raised elbow. “I have somewhere to be.”

“Hmm, to think you said no late night excursions...”

“There’s a banquet tomorrow that I’m expected to attend.”

And yet he won't be closing up for another few hours. And yet he’s here, with the start of a cold, looking exhausted and unwell, and still—for reasons Kaeya can’t fathom—he intends to work late into the night and then spend the entire day tomorrow at some pretentious social event. Kaeya knows that having to entertain strangers is exhausting to Diluc even on regular occasions. He also knows that whatever Diluc is coming down with is unlikely to resolve itself in just a night’s rest.

“For the winery?” he asks. “My, such impressive dedication to the business… surely you can send Elzer on your behalf?”

Diluc’s shoulders tense in a way that suggests that he is as reluctant about attending as Kaeya expected. “I can’t. The host requested my presence.”

“At the very least,” Kaeya says, “You should close up a bit earlier.” He glances over his shoulder to peer through the first floor windows. It’s dark outside—too dark to come to any conclusions, but earlier today, the sky had been too heavy, the air prickling with humidity, the clouds overhead sprawling and dark. “It wouldn’t do you any good to get caught up in the rain.”

“The rain is of no consequence to me,” Diluc says, in the kind of tone that suggests that he doesn’t intend to close up early at all.

“Even with a cold?” “I don’t have a cold.”

Kaeya shrugs.  “Well, if you’re certain.” He pushes his mug forward so that it rests on the countertop, right within Diluc’s reach, and counts the mora out beside it. “Goodnight, Diluc.”

He turns on his heels. Years ago, he might’ve stayed longer. He might’ve insisted for Diluc to take care of himself and not left his side until he had.

But it’s been years. Diluc left, and Kaeya tried to muster up the pieces of himself that had existed independent of him—he’d taught himself how to lie, tricked himself into believing that the person he’d trusted most hadn’t left him—and now even though Diluc is back, sometimes it feels as if Kaeya barely knows him at all.

If Diluc won’t take care of himself, then that’s his prerogative. It’s stopped being Kaeya’s problem a long time ago.

—

Kaeya has every intention of leaving Diluc alone.

That is, until he’s at the Knights’ headquarters, listening in on a conversation that he doesn’t quite mean to eavesdrop on but hasn’t gone out of his way not to avoid.

“He keeps taking our work,” one of the Knights says. “It’s awful. Last time we spent all our time finding this one domain—Fatui territory, alright? We had a whole expedition team ready to scout out the domain the next day. Then the next day, we get there and the place is abandoned. Everything’s been scorched. Must’ve been a pyro user.” “How do you know it was him?”

“Trust me, you’d know. How many pyro visions are there in Teyvat? It’s like the legends say. He doesn’t leave any room unturned. He’s more thorough than a team of our men put together.”

“Gentlemen,” Kaeya says loudly, smiling when they startle and turn to look at him in synchronicity. “What are you talking about?”

“The Darknight Hero,” one of the knights offers haltingly. “Last night he took down one of the Fatui strongholds we were planning to deal with. Talk about an annoyance, huh?”

“Oh? How heroic. It seems he lives up to his title,” Kaeya says. His mind is reeling. Diluc? But last night, Diluc had been working late. He’d gone home right after, hadn’t he? It wouldn’t make sense for him to be out last night. Unless, of course...

He would really, really like to believe that Diluc’s self-preservation instincts are better than that.

“I’ve been saying,” says another knight. “We were supposed to be scouting out the area right now. Chances are, there will be nothing left there that’s of any use to us.”

“Seeing as we have nothing to do today,” the first knight says, his expression hardening, “maybe we can conduct a search party for the Darknight Hero instead. See what he has to say about withholding information from the Knights.”

“Let’s not be too hasty here,” Kaeya cuts in, before the other Knights have a chance to offer their assent. “It’s unlikely that the Darknight Hero would be out during the day, isn’t it? Rest assured, I’ll make sure that it’s looked into. In the meantime, have you asked the Acting Grandmaster for a new assignment?”

The knight in question falters. “No, but…”

Kaeya smiles pointedly at him—the kind of vicious smile that, around knights and strangers alike, never fails to intimidate. “Then perhaps you should get to it, don’t you think?”

He waits until he’s sure they’ll be busy with something else. Maybe they’re mistaken. Maybe Diluc had gone to scout out the area on some previous occasion, and the Knights are only now paying witness to his usual efficiency.

Or maybe Diluc has forgone a night of rest in lieu of playing hero to Mondstadt in the pouring rain. And now he’s at a banquet somewhere, with a miserable cold that he’s most likely intent on telling himself he doesn’t have.

It’s been awhile since Kaeya’s been to a banquet. He misses the alcohol, the music, the extravagant decorations. It’s easy enough to tell himself that that’s the reason why he’s going.

—

It’s not difficult to get in. Kaeya is well-acquainted with having to sweet talk his way into lowering someone’s defenses.

Inside the banquet hall, it’s crowded. It is as pretentious a setup as it gets—visitors wearing suits and ballroom gowns, walls adorned with streamers and gold plaques, tables laid out with refreshments of all sorts. The building it’s being held in has at least two floors and too many side rooms to count.

He spots Diluc from across the room—red hair is rare enough that he’s not easy to miss. Diluc is currently engaging in conversation with someone Kaeya hasn’t seen before.

It’s likely that Diluc has found the person who explicitly requested his presence—probably someone with a business deal that he thinks warrants a personal talk with the owner of Dawn Winery. If Kaeya interrupts Diluc while he’s negotiating some sort of once-in-a-lifetime deal, Diluc will never let him live it down. So instead, he grabs a drink as an excuse to get closer and stands a few tables away to listen in.

Up close, Diluc’s cold is practically impossible to miss. His clothes look freshly ironed, but his hair is still damp at the tips—he’s changed into dry clothes, then, but his wet hair seems to only confirm the hypothesis that he was, in fact, scouting out domains last night in the rain instead of getting a wink of sleep. Diluc has always been pale, but now there’s a flush high on his cheeks that Kaeya thinks could only be a result of an impending fever. He is standing with his arms crossed—a last attempt to keep warm, perhaps—with a handkerchief gripped loosely in one hand. Faint shivers break the line of his shoulders.

Kaeya feels a pang in his chest. Diluc looks…

Kaeya watches as Diluc twists away with a soft apology and a wrenching sneeze that snaps him forward at the waist.

...miserable.

“That was merely my expectation,” the man says. “Crepus and I were business partners, do you know that? You don’t seem like the type of person who would choose this profession. I am sure your priorities lie elsewhere.”

Diluc clears his throat. “I have no qualms against upholding the family business.” His voice—though usually smooth and mellifluous—has taken on a rough edge to it, as if from overuse.

“Of course, I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise,” the man says. “I am sure you’re aware of your options, no? You could make a fortune selling off the winery if you so desired.”

“If you are...” Diluc starts, though his sentence is punctuated by a soft, desperate gasp, and he turns away just in time, ducking into his handkerchief. “hiIh…. Hiih… hiih’GKt—CHhiiew! Snf-!” His eyes stay shut in anticipation, the grip tightening around the handkerchief as his shoulders jerk with another sharp intake of breath.  “Hiih… Hiiih… Iiih’DZsshh-iu! haAHH’iIKTch-iIIew!” he sniffles wetly, barely suppressing a violent shiver.

“If you are here to gauge whether or not I intend to sell the winery, I can assure you that I do not,” he says, quieter than usual.

“Ah, of course, just a question.” The man leans forward, lowers his voice. “Truthfully, I am more interested in a partnership. It’s come to my attention that you have an excess of wine sitting in the winery’s cellars. If you can get me the amount of Dandelion Wine I need at a discounted price, I can sell it down in Liyue for a profit.”

“I have no interest in expanding the business any further,” Diluc says. “The excess will sell out easily in the spring when demand rises for Windblume.”

“I urge you to give it some consideration. Dandelion Wine is a specialty to Mondstadt. Think about the profitability of expanding to somewhere where dandelions are hard to come by,“ the man says. “You could stand to double or even triple the prices per bottle. I am only asking to take a fraction of your stock, see? Ten percent would be enough.”

He says it as if ten percent isn’t anything substantial, but Kaeya can’t help but think that there’s something wrong here—both with the presentation of the offer and with its suddenness. From here, Diluc’s expression is unreadable—it betrays only slight discomfort when he turns to the side, muffling harsh, forceful coughs into his suit sleeve, and murmurs a reflexive apology. No hesitation—not the slightest hint of wariness—even though the Diluc Kaeya remembers wouldn’t agree to raising prices so drastically without good reason.

“I can handle all transportation and deliver the profits to you in a few months,” the man presses on, interpreting Diluc’s untelling silence as interest. “My associates have done research on the market in Liyue and where it would be best to sell. You wouldn’t have to do anything differently from your end. All that I ask is for you to trust me with the first shipment and compensate me fairly after I handle the marketing and transportation.”

Diluc sniffles. “Forgive me,” he says, bracing himself with one hand against the table behind him as he ducks forward violently into a raised arm.  “hiIh’nGKT-chhiEW! HIih… I do n-not… hhH… Hiih-! hiIH’iiikT-CHhiew! Sdf-! Ugh… hiIIH’NGKT-CHhiew!” He leans slightly into his side, and though the gesture is well-disguised, Kaeya can tell just how much he’s bracing his weight on the table. It’s concerning, to say the least. Is he really too tired to stand upright? “...I do not expect to give out so much wine without a proper assessment of the risk. If you believe the model to be profitable, you are free to… t-to… hh-! to purchase…. hiIH… haAA’iiKTT-CHh!-u! hiIh’iiiTSSHhh’uh! snf-!” The congestion in his voice is evident in all of his consonants, and his gaze flickers down to his handkerchief in unspoken desperation, though Kaeya suspects he’s too polite to blow his nose in front of a business partner.

“...You are free to purchase wine at the same rate as I offer other corporate partners. I cannot - coughcough - I cannot offer such a large first-time shipment for free based on only an assumption that it will be successful.”

Kaeya can see the exact moment the smugness drops off of the man’s face. His eyes harden at Diluc’s hesitation, his practiced smile shifting into the approximation of a sneer.

“An assumption? You don’t trust my ability to see the operation through to the end?” He says, still in the same polite, haughty tone of his. “As a long-time associate of your father, I would have thought I would have earned your trust as well. Unless, of course, you simply don’t agree with Crepus’s assessments?”

Kaeya can see the way Diluc’s jaw tightens at the query. He clears his throat softly, though the brief wince that follows suggests that the action is far from painless.  

“His vision for the company is - snf - very important to me,” he says simply.

The man waves a flippant hand. “Or perhaps once he left, you decided you knew better? I mean, you have grown up so much, so I’m sure you feel more than capable of handling his affairs, regardless of whether or not you’re doing it his way. I don’t blame you.”

As the man turns around to pour himself a drink, Kaeya sees a flash of blue and gold tucked into his suit pocket. It takes him another moment to realize what it is.

A Fatui sergeant’s insignia—for identification purposes, or just a habit, likely.

This man isn’t a business partner of Crepus’s at all.

Now, the man wheels around, holding one drink in each hand. Alcohol, clearly—though it sparkles, faintly red. “Ah, well. I can’t say I’m not disappointed, but your decisions are understandable. A friend of mine has been working on a drink that mixes certain Liyuen specialties and Dandelion Wine—would you give it a try?”

“I don’t drink,” Diluc says haltingly.

“Just a sip wouldn’t hurt,” the man says, raising an eyebrow. “If you are anything like Crepus, you must have developed quite the refined taste when it comes to wine. Perhaps you could speak for the quality?”

“I’m sorry,” Diluc says quietly. “I am… Hiih… f-feeling… hH…. hiIih’iIKT-chHIew! Sdf!... slightly under the weather.” Kaeya blinks at him, disbelieving. Such an outright admission is practically unheard of, when it comes to Diluc—but then again, it’s a convenient excuse, and Kaeya is not under the impression that he really knows him. Diluc lifts a hand to his face, sniffling hard. “I’m afraid I would not be able to taste it.”

“You state the obvious,” the man drawls, and Diluc’s shoulders hunch slightly as he turns his face away, his cheeks reddening slightly. “Actually, that’s one of the reasons why I recommended this drink. It’s made with Jueyun chilis. Should be good for clearing up a cold.”

“Is that so?” Diluc says, still frowning.

“Perhaps you could speak to its efficacy?”

Slowly—hesitantly—Diluc lifts the glass. The man watches him like a hawk—too eagerly, if anything. Kaeya presumes that he either wants Diluc poisoned or too intoxicated not to be swayed, and hauling home a Diluc who can’t hold his own sounds like more than he’s signed up for, so now would be a good time to interfere. Diluc can be mad at him later.

Kaeya, for all he’s attempted over the years, has plenty of practice making his entrances as obnoxiously showy as possible.

“My, my,” he says, striding in with a drink in hand to settle right next to Diluc. “The esteemed owner of the Dawn Winery.” Just for the way Diluc grimaces at the title, his eyebrows furrowing, he decides this intervention has been worth it. “And… who’s this?”

Diluc veers away from Kaeya to stifle—a soft, near-silent stifle that must be exhausting to suppress.

“A business partner,” the man answers through gritted teeth.

“Must be a busy job,” Kaeya says, snatching Diluc’s drink out of his hand and setting it down on the table behind him. “Given, of course, that you have two.” He takes an efficient step forward and swipes the insignia out of the so-called business partner’s pocket.

“I do wonder why the Fatui would be so interested in the Dawn Winery,” he says calmly, ignoring the man’s indignant yelp of protest. He turns the insignia over in his hands, contemplative. “Did you really think the owner of the largest wine business in Mondstadt would be so easy to scam?”

The sergeant swears. “You asshole—!”

Kaeya reaches for the sword tucked into his belt. He knows it wouldn’t be a fair fight, seeing that the man seems very much unarmed, but it’s as good as anything as a threat. “I don’t suppose you’ll try this again?” he says. “I can’t claim to be the best swordsman in Mondstadt—that title goes to the previous cavalry captain, but maybe tonight I can come in second.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh? Do you want to find out if I am?”

“No,” the agent says. “I wasn’t finished having my conversation.”

“Well, what a shame.” Kaeya doesn’t wait for him to think of a response. He takes Diluc’s arm and turns abruptly to haul Diluc towards the exit.

Diluc goes along easily enough. It’s only when they get outside that the frustration—from watching Diluc push himself, stubbornly, to this extent—boils over.

“Diluc,” he says, turning on his heels. “Really? After a late night shift at the tavern, your first thought was to forgo rest to spend all night scouting out a Fatui domain? In the rain, for that matter?”

Diluc turns away, his expression unchanging. “That’s not worth mentioning.”

“Perhaps you’d claim that attending a banquet directly afterwards is not worth mentioning, either? Your hair’s still wet. And that encounter with the Fatui sergeant—what’s gotten into you? Since when have you been so careless?”

He’s almost certain Diluc can hear the unspoken accusation behind it. This isn’t like you. Diluc is hasty—he has a tendency to overestimate himself and involve himself in situations he knows will be dangerous—but he isn’t careless.

“—I knew he wasn’t one of Crepus’s associates.” Diluc explains, with a soft, liquid sniffle. He turns away, lifting an arm to his face. “I would’ve - hhihH-!! - snf, I would’ve recognized him if he were, sdf.” his eyes drift shut; he buries his face into his suit sleeve, sniffling. “Crepus made it a point to… hiIh…-! hIIIh… to introduce him to everyone he - HIiIIih… sdf-!! ...Everyone he worked closely with.”

“Is that so?” Kaeya says, but it’s not enough. “Then why did you entertain him?”

Diluc is quiet for a moment. When Kaeya looks over, it’s to a dazed, bleary expression before he ducks harshly into his raised elbow with a forceful, “hiIh’nNGKT-chHIEw! hiIH’IITCHh-chhUU!! Snf-!”

He doesn’t lift his elbow from his face. “I w-wanted… snf-! more -  hiIh-!...information,” he says. “If I were to know more about what he was planning, it would make it easier for me to find any fraudulent - hiIih-!! Snf-! - transactions in the company’s history if I knew what to - hIih-hiIh’iIKTch-IIiu! Excuse me… snf-! -to look for.”

“Bless you. There are better ways to do that,” Kaeya says. “No need to do it when you’re evidently unwell.”

Diluc peeks out from behind his arm, which he still hasn’t lowered from his face. His face is flushed up to his ears—easy enough to dismiss as fever, though Kaeya knows that’s not all there is to it.

Diluc has always been embarrassed about admitting weakness. Kaeya sighs, fishes through his own pockets for a spare handkerchief.

“I have to say, Diluc,” he says, holding out the handkerchief — which Diluc accepts hurriedly, turning away to clean up whatever mess he’s made of his sleeve - “My weekends would be much less eventful -”

“hiiihh’GKTTt-CHh’yyew! snf-!”

“- if I could trust you to look after yourself,” Kaeya finishes, raising an eyebrow. “Bless you, by the way.”

“I know my limits,” Diluc says.

Kaeya huffs a sigh. “But you don’t honor them, do you?”

Diluc frowns, looking away. “I would have been fine if you hadn’t showed up.”

Kaeya stares at him. It’s half in disbelief, half in exasperation—but Diluc has always been like this, hasn’t he? Insistent on his own self-sufficiency. Hesitant to admit he might, in any way, be infallible.

I would’ve been fine.

“You always are,” he says finally, with a smile that he doesn’t mean.

If Diluc so diligently insists on refusing his help, perhaps Kaeya should take a hint. Mondstadt is a half hour away—less, if he hurries. He quickens his pace. It’s fortunate, he thinks, that the rain stopped early this morning, after—

Diluc grabs his arm.

Kaeya wheels around, suddenly worried that Diluc might be feeling much worse than he’d let on, but Diluc’s expression betrays nothing as he lowers his hand to his side.

“Thank you,” he says—a soft, private admission.

Kaeya clears his throat, waves a dismissive hand. “I assure you, I have plenty more handkerchiefs.”

“No,” Diluc says quietly, looking away. “Not just for that.”

[mew-cake]

Not feeling so great today and just started artifact hunting as well as finally deciding on what my second team would be.

Thoughts on the teams and or characters under cut

Team 1: THE GIRLS

Lumine: I imagine the Traveler (when they aren’t serving as my shameless self insert) to be somewhat lonely at the beginning, so the bonds she forms with everyone mean a whole lot. She struggles between wanting to just find her brother and leave this stupid world and valuing the bonds she’s created for herself.

Amber: I love her and she takes to Lumine immediently and they stick together and they’re just super good friends. Gal pals, if you will :)

Sucrose: Lumine and Amber pull her out of her comfort zone, but now she gets to explore all sorts of weird and amazing creatures!! Lumine (me) will often listen to Sucrose info dump about biology, alchemy, and bio-alchemy. Amber tries to listen and fails.

Beidou: Team mom. Very much enjoys the spunk of Amber and they often vibe together. Also tends to startle Sucrose a lot until she learns to pull back a bit around her. 

Overall: Group dynamic is very friendly and personal. Lumine eventually tells them all about her brother and her past and they all comfort her in moments of weakness. Amber provides covering fire in battles while Lumine and Beidou go in on the front lines. Sucrose has to learn how to fight at first but soon figures out how to use her bio-alchemy and anemo powers in combat. Good vibes. Girl squad.

Team 2: I just think they’re neat :3

Venti: I love him I just wanted to use him because I have brainrot.

Kokomi: I wanted her back when she was known as Mimi. Magical girl vibes and also healing. I needed a healer for the longest time. She’s pretty and honestly the more I think about her the more it’s like wow she was thrusted into a public role despite what seems to be social anxiety of some form yet still stays strong for her people. Pretty cool. I like her.

Klee: The actual funniest character in genshin. It’s a child. She has bombs. She blows up fish. What am I supposed to do? NOT use her??

Thoma: He’s just the nicest dude. I was sus of him at first but he’s so honestly nice but also smart and sly. I love him and I like his voice and vibes. Good vibes.

Overall: Kokomi and Thoma work well together, having some prior interactions before. Kokomi is slightly suspicious of Venti, thinking there’s more to him than just a bard, as his control over anemo is particularly skilled. Klee is just having fun with everyone and likes Thoma because he was pyro too!! They can blow things up together!! Mostly it’s Thoma running around trying to keep Klee out of trouble. Venti chills, Kokomi reads, and everyone is vibing.

[festive]

What would ur self insert be in genshin

ah yes, a traveling dancer from natlan since natlan is supposed to be the Latin nation in genshin according to leakers.

Anyways my costume would be based on some traditional dresses from the Dominican Republic, and my vision would be pyro and I’d use a catalyst.

Aaaand I would be a support that boosts my parties attack with my skill. Or you could build me as a sub-dps like Mona, my damage would scale off energy recharge just like her.

And yes I’d travel all around Teyvat kissing all the pretty boys and scamming the fatui.

[jessicajonesrp]

Demise of Dorothy Walker

(continued from previous note)

  “Wait…how many times has she jumped out the window today, exactly?” Trish questioned, tilting her head with some obvious confusion. “Jess, are you aware that windows can be opened before you jump through them, if you’re that opposed to doors?”

 Jessica ignored her, wiggling out of Trish’s loosened embrace and taking several steps back, crossing her arms over her chest as though to defend herself from any further attempts at being given affection. She nodded stiffly at Luke, attempting to take in what he is saying.

 “From what the kid in the apartment said and what I saw on the surveillance film, before he fucking destroyed it, it doesn’t seem like he needs much more than a look. I don’t know, maybe he needs a certain amount of time, or access to his inner rage, who the hell knows. But maybe not. I don’t need anything to jump or punch someone, so why should he?”

 “But you might have limitations that you don’t know about, or some sort of kryptonite that you have to avoid,” Trish pointed out, siding with Luke. “I’ve always told you that you should be doing more to understand your abilities. Who knows, Jess, they could be time limited, you could suddenly lose them one day, or maybe if you use them a certain amount of times they just stop or something. They might even be hurting you internally somehow, every time you jump or hit something, and you don’t realize it until you drop dead some day.”

 “Cheerful,” Jessica said sarcastically. “I’ll cross my fingers, maybe we’ll all be so lucky.”

 “Not funny,” Trish said sharply, narrowing her eyes at her. “I’m serious. You need to understand what has made you what you are, now more than ever. And you need to understand what has made Phillip who he is.”

 “He killed the people who made us who we are,” Jessica pointed out. “What am I supposed to do, search for a secret diary? “Dear diary, today I injected Kangaroo Hulk chemicals into a girl and Pyro chemicals into a boy, I sure hope it causes world chaos?” Something like that?”

  Trish looked at Luke for help, sighing. “I know you’re upset, Jessica,” she said quietly. “But we’re the ones supporting you. We’re the ones trying to help you, so if you’re trying the pushing away thing you love to do, it isn’t working, and it’s not going to make you feel any better. I’m not asking you to be happy, but save some of the venom for the people who deserve it.”

 Jessica’s cheeks reddened, and she swallowed, biting down the inside of her cheeks with shame she didn’t want them to see. She tried to cover it by turning to throw away her now empty bottle.

 “Fine. Guess we backtrack. I’ve got the contact information for the woman who started all this, the wife of the third doctor he killed. Let’s see what sort of contacts she might know to put me in touch with.”

  88

 Six miles away, Phillip Jones and his long term girlfriend, Rikarah Pallaton, were casually seated across each other at the small kitchen table of Rikarah’s apartment, laptops open side by side. Rikarah’s apartment, although not especially large or fancy, was far more comfortable and lived-in looking in its appearance than Phillip’s rented motel room had been, and there are far more indications of a man’s presence within its interior. Before contacting Jessica at all, Phillip had actually first been living there with Rikarah, and he had kept only enough of his belongings at the motel room for daily, necessary use- just enough to make it appear that he had no other place of residence. Although he had spent most nights there in the past several weeks, just in case Jessica or one of her associates happened to be watching him, it was never intended to be more than a temporary cover address.

 The only person he felt himself to belong to was Rikarah, and the only place he wished to reside would be wherever it was she chose. For the past few years he had followed her in her frequent relocations across the country, content to join her and at times assist her in wherever she felt lead to be and whatever she felt lead to do. They had met at a bar some four years ago, on a night that Phillip had intended little more to get drunk and hook up with someone, but it hadn’t been long before he discovered that there was far more to Rikarah, his intended “someone” of the night, then met eye. The dark-haired, pixie-featured beauty with darkly themed tattoos over her torso, barely visible peeking out the edges of her tank top’s neckline, carried far more steely strength and sharply focused intelligence than her slight frame would ever indicate.

 Rikarah, much like his sister, was a self-appointed vigilante, Phillip had discovered over time as she gradually let him into her world and her view of her life’s mission. Although she, unlike Jessica or himself, rarely, if ever, used her own supernatural abilities, and rarely did more for a living than bartend, waitress, or sell her own artwork online or in sidewalk sales, she nevertheless carried a power and purpose that Phillip at first was in awe of, then became seduced into emulating. For the first few years of his adulthood he had drifted, aimless, alone, and feeling that there was nothing to his existence that was worthy. Life held little to interest him, and he felt little connection to the world or anyone in it, even himself.

 Rikarah had changed that. In her quiet, steely-eyed focus on her view of truth and justice, she had changed his life and forever altered its course. She had opened his eyes to the grade power he possessed and the responsibility this charged him with to use it for the world’s benefit. How could he not, when he had so much potential at his disposal?

 Rikarah was physically weaker and smaller, lacked the sort of super powers that could be used on a daily and practical basis for protection or defense, and had no more money or family in the world than Phillip himself; if anything, she had been given far less in the way of advantage. And yet, by the time she was seventeen years old, she had already begun her life’s mission of identifying, and then ending the lives of people too twisted up in their abusive behaviors to deserve them. And she had started out with her very own family.

 Over time, Phillip had come to understand and believe in Rikarah’s view of the world, and to accept her view of his responsibility to it. It was she who had urged him to find those who had persecuted himself in his childhood, to take them out before they could harm others. It was also she who encouraged him to find his sister Jessica and insert himself into her life, to begin to know her- and to gradually bring her to understand their view of the world, in hopes of bringing her to join them.

 They both saw Jessica’s involvement in the death of Kevin Kilgrave as a very promising sign. If she had killed once, for the good of the world, it shouldn’t be too difficult to bring her into accepting the idea of killing again for the same reasons.

 But Jessica had been quicker to catch on than they had expected- too quick, even for the fact of her being a private investigator by living. Phillip blamed Patricia Walker for that. The woman had been interfering with his sister’s life since they were barely teenagers, and now her claws had sunk so deeply into her that Jessica couldn’t seem to separate herself from her influence. Without Trish there, it would be easier to sway Jessica into their way of thinking. And the easiest way to weaken Trish, from what Rikarah and Phillip had come to understand, was to first remove her mother from the picture.

 It would have been done anyway, at some point. It was because of Dorothy Walker that Phillip had grown up apart from his sister, living in abusive homes. It was because of her lies that Jessica had thought him to be dead for more than half his lifetime. She was a liar, a con artist, and a child abuser, an opportunist of the worst kind, even towards her own daughter. The world would not suffer for her loss, and its gains would be considerable.

 88

 The plan was simple. Rikarah had subtly tracked the woman’s routine for the past several days, and when Phillip let her know that the time had come for them to make their move, they arrived separately at her address, following at considerable distance. They had assumed and been correct to see that Dorothy would disregard Trish’s warning for her to leave town, too arrogant to assume anyone could want her dead or be successful in making it happen. Rikarah waited for her outside of her talent studio for up and coming young actors and models as Dorothy made her way to open for the morning, with Phillip following at a distance. As Dorothy moved to unlock the door, clearly intending to go about her day as usual to bully young girls in the name of “career advice and advancement” all while making considerable money, Rikarah called out to her in a cultivated mix of hesitation and urgency, stepping into her peripheral view.

 “Ms. Walker? Ms. Walker- you’re Patsy’s mother, aren’t you? Dorothy Walker?”

 She had deliberately used the name that Dorothy preferred to call Trish rather than Trish’s own preference, in a subtle alignment with the woman. Dorothy turned slightly, narrowing her eyes as she looked Rikarah up and down. Finding her to be physically unthreatening and not recognizable, she raised her eyebrows at her.

 “Yes? Do you or your daughter have an appointment with me today? I don’t take walk ins, young lady, but if you want an appointment for yourself, let me advise you now that you should consider acting over modeling. You have the figure for it, but hardly the height.”

  She turned back to unlock the door, but froze when Rikarah spoke again.

 “Please Ms. Walker, it’s Patsy. She’s…I don’t like to do this, go behind her back, but you’re her mother, and I feel like you should know before anyone else. You have a reputation in this town, you’re so respected, maybe you can do something to help before it’s too late for her-“

 “What’s happened?” Dorothy demanded, spinning around fast and facing Rikarah fully and with intensity. “Keep your voice down, if she’s doing something to ruin her reputation again- we can’t have this discussion out where just anyone can hear! Just who are you anyway?”

 “I’m Emily Oliver,” Rikarah lied smoothly, and when Dorothy looked blank, she added, “I was an extra on It’s Patsy, they used me in party or school scenes a lot. I don’t expect you to remember or know me, Ms. Walker, but I’ve always followed and admired you and Patsy. I hate to see her destroy herself now when you’ve worked so hard to repair her reputation to everyone. That Jessica Jones, she-“

 “I should have known it would have something to do with Jessica,” Dorothy hissed under her breath, shaking her head grimly. “That girl has always been a thorn at my side from the day she- but never mind, we can’t have this conversation out here. Emma, was it? Come inside, before the girls start arriving.”

 She gestured for Rikarah to follow her, and Rikarah started to, then hesitated.

 “Wait- I left my phone in my car. Someone sent me some photos of Patsy, they thought it was funny, I guess, but- maybe if I show you, maybe we can stop them from getting out to the media. Maybe-“

 “Yes, yes, go get your phone, make it quick, now,” Dorothy said impatiently, nodding her head and flapping her hand as though to dismiss the younger woman. “Meet me inside. I’m locking the door, I can’t be having clients come in and overhear this. Ring the doorbell when you’re back, I’ll let you in.”

  This was exactly what Rikarah and Phillip had been hoping for; they couldn’t have planned a better set up themselves. Nodding, biting her lip theatrically, Rikarah turned to walk towards the parking lot, taking her time about it, even as she watched out the corner of her eye to check that Dorothy did indeed go into the building and lock the door behind herself.

 Now it was all up to Phillip. Retrieving her phone, she texted him a single word, “okay,” and he was ready. Exiting Rikarah’s car, even as she slipped inside it, he casually walked past the studio, hands deep in his pockets. To anyone passing by, he would look no more than a person on his way somewhere, uninterested and uninvolved in anything suspicious.

 As he passed directly in front of the front door, he paused, looking towards it. With a few moments of intense concentration, he visualized Dorothy, waiting for Rikarah within. Twenty seconds later, screams burst into the air, and the sound of smoke detectors blared forth shrilly as Dorothy Walker’s skin began to burn.

 With the same casualness as before, Phillip continued to walk, bypassing the dying woman as Rikarah pulled out of the parking lot. Several blocks later, as she stopped at a prearranged stop sign, he slid into the passenger seat beside her. Mission accomplished.

[sebastianshaw]

(I got stuff done with alt-Marauders who aren’t Haven and the Shaw! Pyro and Claudine, for @sammysdewysensitiveeyes! Sorry, I feel bad I kind of had Pyro get shut down in this one? I meant for the conversation to be less hostile but it ended up as kinda being SO THERE! at him? It just flowed that way, I hope it’s still enjoyable for you!) “Hey I know you’re friends with old Moneybags but don’t get on my ass like he does too!” Pyro had been awoken from a pile of bottles on the deck by Claudine, and he was in no mood for the talking-to she was besieging him with. “Come on, Claud, I thought we were pals!” “We are, and PALS don’t wreck my lab!” “I wasn’t in your lab!” “You were close enough that the flames you were setting off could react with chemicals in it! And then there wouldn’t be a lab! Or a ship for that matter.” “Alright alright I take your point,” Pyro said, hauling himself up, “Won’t do it again.” “I don’t believe that.” Pyro’s eyebrow raised, “You calling me a liar, love?.” “I’m saying most people don’t remember their promises when drunk.” “Well, I won’t get drunk on the ship.” Now Claudine’s brow raised. “Alright I won’t get THAT drunk on the ship,” he amended. “Right,” she said disbelievingly, “Even if you’re drinking with Shinobi so he’s not drinking alone.” “Hey now that’s not fair,” said Pyo. He felt defensive of Shinobi even though she was exactly right, and in fact BECAUSE she was exactly right. “True, sometimes it’s the other way around.” Pyro’s jaw dropped, “What is that supposed to mean?!” Claudine turned, and said over her shoulder, “I’d rather not be cruel to a friend, John. Just don’t get drunk on the boat.” “No, you tell me what that means!” St. John was NOT letting it go, hhe could TELL Claudine seen some weakness in him like she had Shinobi and he wanted to know it so he could tell her how wrong she was---especially if she was right. But she was just walking away instead, dismissing him. “Hey!” he reached out and grabbed her wrist. And Claudine Renko, Miss Sinister, turned and looked at him. And in that moment, knew he fucked up. The next moment, he was flying into the ocean.

After he’d hauled himself out, he’d been ready to torch her lab on purpose just out of sheer SPITE, or at least turn all her clothes to ashes, but after a long shower to wash away the saltwater and a nap to sleep away the hangover, he’d calmed down a  bit. He did come to her lab though. ”Hey, uh...can I come in, Claudine?” ”Sure.” Okay, she didn’t sound angry, but not FRIENDLY either. He stepped in, but not too close. “Hey, uh, listen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of put my hands on you.” “No, you shouldn’t have, “ she said, not looking up from her computer, though St. John noticed she wasn’t actually typing on it, “It was most unwise.” “I don’t normally uh...I mean look in a fight all bets are off, but I don’t normally grab a lady like that. Just you’re kinda like Maddie to me. She turned her head and smirked, “One of the boys?” Pyro smiled, “Well yeah, you’re fun, you know, but still a lady and it was wrong. Don’t mean to be sexist but my Gran raised me with manners. “Gran didn’t raise you with self-preservation though I guess,” Claudine was between smirk and smile now, “But much appreciated.” She turned her chair around and continued, “It’s really nothing against you, I just REALLY don’t want this place going sky-high.” “Nah nah I get it!” Pyro put up his hands, “I’ll be way more careful and tell Shin we gotta keep the partying on land. Can’t say he’ll listen but hey he’s not the one you gotta worry about right?” “Well, that depends,” Claudine said, “His phasing does disrupt electrical systems, but I’ll have a talk with him.” “I don’t recommend threats, they just make him er...” “Horny, I know. Don’t worry. If the stick doesn’t work, I’ll try to proverbial carrot. Thanks for coming by, Pyro.” “We good?” “We’re very good. And I’m sorry about tossing you into the water. I should have just knocked you back.” “Ah, it’s fine! I was wondering though---” He could tell from her face that she knew what was coming “--what you meant about---” Claudine cut him off with a sigh, “Really, St.John? We JUST made up.” “Yeah really. Come on, let’s get it out in the open.” She sighed again, “It’ll drive you crazy if I don’t, huh?” “Yup.” “Which is not my problem, but you’ll make it my problem.” “Yup.” “You’re a real pest, you know that?” “Yup!” A third sigh, “Alright, fine, here it is.” She put him in mind of exasperated older sister he’d never had. ”Shinobi parties because of his issues, you because of yours. And it’s easy to see what his probably are---I mean you’ve MET Sebastian---and I don’t know much about you, but knowing what I do, not hard to guess. You left quite a legacy.” And just like that, he was set off again, all attempts at making up forgotten. Through the slew of outraged Aussie slang, Claudine shouted, “Hey! You asked! And I’m not insulting you! I’m just saying what happened!” “Well it’s a low blow!” “Well it’s right isn’t it?” “That’s why you shouldn't have said it!” he said, and then realized by saying that he’d just admitted she was indeed right. But rather than being satisfied at this confirmation, Claudine just looked irritated, ”Look, you got a raw deal. I understand why you don’t want it brought up. And why you’ve got to just act like an idiot sometimes. But no one here is looking down at you for dying, so chill.” “Chill?! Chill?!” All the her bunsen burners in the room erupted in flames, ”Do you know what I went through?! Do you?!” Claudine addressed him in a glowering calm, “Yes. I know exactly what you went through. The way the Legacy virus worked it would begin inserting introns--junk DNA sequences--into the transcription codings of the victim's mutant RNA. It literally changed your DNA. Your disease was no longer just an invader, it was a part of you. I can relate to that, Pyro. I’m living with the same thing every day---LOOK at me!” He did. And he thought of how the longer and longer he’d had the virus, he had seen it in the mirror more and more. The lumps, the lesions, at a certain point he hadn’t been looking at himself anymore, he’d been looking at the sickness itself in a flesh suit. He still saw it sometimes. And he realized what it must be like for her to see this ghost-white face and red diamond reflected back at her in every glass, in every eye that looked at her, in every mind she read. The flames went down. ”I...” “And don’t think it’s not the same because I wasn’t going to die. I was, Pyro. What else do you call it when everything that’s YOU stop existing and becomes someone else? what else do you call it when everything that might scientifically be called a soul is no longer existent in your body?” “Alright, I...” “So I do know what you went through. Your body’s betrayal. Knowing your clock is ticking, but not when it will stop. and the simultaneous relief it’s over, but the disbelief it can really be for real, and no idea how to cope with that. So that also means... She inhaled deeply and looked down, ”I do know I shouldn’t have gone there.” There was a long silence between them. And then she put a hand on his shoulder. And he smiled at her. And she smiled back, “Now get the hell out of my lab, dude, before the sprinklers go off!”

[glennsparadice]

Chasing Thrills

(The Bizarro ninja are underrated so I wrote this. Takes place in Season 2. Basically an AU thing where the Bizarro ninja return, and they’re determined to make the true ninja’s lives a living hell while making the most fun out of it. Also I gave them cool names based on their elements to avoid confusion. Kai is Pyro. Jay is Electrik. Zane is Storm. Cole is Rock

Word Count: 1726) 

The boys are back, and this time, they take orders from nobody.  

Pyro sits behind the wheel, his legs above the dash board, one crossed over the other. The music which blasts from the radio makes his head bob to the beat, shamelessly. His eyes are closed with the bliss of the moment. 

Storm sits on the passenger seat beside Pyro. He is in control of the music. His index finger, which is in the shape of a USB, is inserted into the car radio, transmitting music files from his system to the radio. Unlike Pyro, he can’t get into any song that comes on. He groans less than five seconds into each song, switches, listens, repeats.

“Stop changing the music!” cries Rock, who sits on the right seat in the back. He’s wearing the sunglasses he had worn when he and his crew visited Darkly’s as a “souvenir” of his experiences. A slice of Devil’s Food cake lays on his lap, threatening to slide off unless he grabs hold of it. He smudges a layer of icing off the cake with his pinky, wipes it on his bottom lip, then licks it off. 

“All right,” Electrik mumbles, though his attention is set on the mirror reflecting his face, “don’t share.” He rubs a hand over his pasty colored cheek, removing a smudge of either dirt or blood- he can’t tell. He grins at the mirror, red eyes wide with devilish joy. Surely, he looks well enough to stun Nya. She hasn’t seen him in a while, but he knows she misses him. After all, he is much better than that obnoxious ninja, Jay. 

Rock moves the plate of cake as far from Electrik as possible. “I had asked you if you wanted some before, and you said no.”

“Well, I didn’t want cake at that time!”

“Yeah, and now you do?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Too bad then!”

Pyro watches them from the rear view mirror. “Boys, boys. Easy, now.” 

The black and blue evil ninjas huff. They mutter their final threats to each other before finally settling down under the red ninja’s command. 

“I found a good song!” Storm exclaims. The music that plays isn’t as upbeat as the other bunch of songs. A woman raps the lyrics of the song in a voice that sounds forced, too deep to be her own. She skips several beats, and the song relies mainly on the unnecessary violin strumming in the background. 

Pyro blasts fire at the radio until the object is left black and the sound drowns out. 

“Garbage,” he says. No one complains. 

A different noise is heard. This time, it comes from outside. It’s a mixture of prideful exclaims and cheerful laughter. Four ninja appear from behind a building. They’re dressed neck to toe in their designated colored gis, hoods down. Their eyes have their own unique color, not a bright red. They cross the street and use their hands to make dramatic gestures. Most likely they’re talking about a successful mission, or the moments from the mission where the clumsy blue ninja had to be saved from his doom. More laughter. Blue ninja bows his head, curses his friends.

“Ninja,” Pyro sneers. His hand is already on the key, one twist away from starting the engine.

“Oh, great!” Rock whines. “We finally find something interesting to do and Pyro broke our radio!”

“No heist music!” Electrik buries his face into his hands.

“This would not have occurred if Pyro allowed my music to play,” Storm adds. 

Pyro bangs his fists on the dashboard. “Blame me all you want, but who was the one switching songs?” 

Their argument becomes too sloppy that no one can tell who’s talking, or who they’re talking to.

“How are we supposed to chase the ninja without any music?!”

“Maybe if you guys weren’t so reckless!”

“Hey, why are you looking at me? I didn’t do anything!”

“Shut up! This is all your fault!”

“Don’t tell me to shut up!”

“Shut up!”

“All of you shut up!”

“You shut up! You have no right telling us to shut up!”

They all fall silent at the sound of the ninja’s vehicle driving away.

“No more arguing.” Pyro turns the key, takes in the roar of the engine. “It’s time we catch us some ninja.”

The bizarro ninja drive a sleek, white car with an open convertible top. Unlike the ninja’s chunky, monstrous looking vehicle, their vehicle does not attract too much attention. They calmly cruise the damaged streets, successfully avoiding potholes and litter. No passerby takes notice of the chase going down in front of them. Not yet, at least.

Storm fiddles with the car’s control panels, which, surprisingly, were not damaged by Pyro’s outrage. “What method should we use on the ninja?”

“I want to surprise them,” Pyro says, eyes burning at the large vehicle ahead of him. “Give me Transparent.” 

Storm nods. He scrolls down the control panel, clicks on a bullet point, then sits back as their once white vehicle becomes no longer visible to the human eye. The inside of the car remains, but looking out the window where the side mirror should be, he sees nothing but empty space. He runs his hand outside the window, over the invisible car, and outlines the top of the side mirror with ice. 

“Now they see us,” Storm whispers.

A wave of heat emits from Pyro’s fingers onto the ice, melting it instantly. “Now they don’t.” 

The invisible car drives into the back of the visible car. Gently enough to not cause harsh impact. One of the ninja jumps out of their seats to check. A puzzled look rests on his face as he returns to his friends with news that nothing is behind them. 

“I want to say one!” Electrik exclaims. “Go Hypno mode!”

Storm looks at Pyro. Pyro nods. 

They switch lanes as well as methods so that the car is no longer transparent, but covered in green, moving swirls. With both cars now side by side, participants from either side can see what’s going on in the other vehicle. 

“It’s them!” Kai shouts. “Those damn impostors can’t seem to quit, huh?” 

Cole forces Kai’s head back to the road. “Don’t look! I’ve been hypnotized once, and I do not want to go through that again!” 

“But the swirls look so pretty!” Jay sighs. 

“Jay!” Zane says, actual fear in his voice. “You mustn’t be looking!” 

Cole has to physically close Jay’s eyes. “My hand is staying here unless you grow some common sense!” 

“Uh, guys,” Kai interrupts. It’s then that the ninja realize how much their vehicle is moving. “I have to look. I have to look!”

“No!” Cole shouts. “Zane, take the wheel. Kai, Jay, if you look at the car, I swear you’ll be eating nothing but Cole-made food for the rest of the month!” He unbuckles himself and unlocks the hatch above him. 

“Where are you going?” Zane asks. 

“I said take the wheel!” His body wheezes through the hatch. “I’m going to handle this myself.” 

Avoiding glancing at the enemy’s car, Cole hops from the roof of his car to the inside of theirs. Immediately he kicks at the control panel, causing it to spark before turning black. The enemy’s car turns back to its visible, white color. Cole grins at his accomplishments. 

“Not cool, dude!” Electrik groans, nunchucks in hands. He skillfully flings the weapon so that it purposely launches close to Cole, but misses. His technique is far more advanced since the last time the ninja had to deal with the bizarro ninja, but Cole assures himself they can be defeated the same way. One hit and they’ll be destroyed. 

Cole whips out his scythe, but because of the small space inside the car, he awkwardly holds it an angle which still gives him no space to attack. “Fantastic. Another Jay.”

“It’s Electrik!” The bizarro ninja hits Cole with his nunchucks. “With a ‘K’!” 

“Watch where you’re fighting!” Rock whines. He notices Cole, who is pinned to the floor by one of Eletrick’s feet, lightning nunchucks dangling threateningly in front of his face. “Look who’s making this way too easy.”

“One ninja captured!” Rock calls to Pyro. 

Pyro glances behind his shoulder for a second, and in that second alone, Zane manages to hit the side of the car. “You made me lose focus!” He blindly scrolls through the control panel, presses on what he believes is the Self Driving method, then leaps out of his seat. He crawls to the backseat, where Rock and Electrik have a careful eye on Cole. 

He snatches Cole’s scythe. “I’ll take that.”

“He’s kinda strong,” Electrik whispers. “Can I release him now?”

“Why do you keep asking me questions as if I make up your decisions?”

“Because every time I do something without asking you, you get mad at me!”

“Maybe because you make the stupidest mistakes!”

Rock gets between them. “He’s right, though. He won’t be able to hold him off for much longer.” 

“Well, do me a favor and keep him company. I expect him here and alive when I return.” He forces the scythe through the open top of the convertible. “Storm, come with me.”

The two bizarro ninja hop from the hood of their car to the hood of the ninja’s car. Jay yells. Kai hits him. Zane swerves the car to a safe parking place. 

Kai puts on his hood. “Three against two.”

“It’s not as fun if I’m not fighting myself!” Jay pouts. 

“Fighting is not a priority,” Zane adds. “Retrieve Cole’s scythe and we should be all right.”

“And retrieve Cole himself,” Kai says, ignoring the scraping of the scythe above them. 

“And,” Jay says, pointer finger up, “don’t get our weapons taken.”

Zane nods. “Agreed.”

The ruckus caused by the two bizarro ninja above their car grows louder. It begins to feel hot, then cold, then both. There’s a wind of dirt blown their way, cackles, and a whole repeat of weather. 

Kai looks both his team mates in their eyes. His eyebrows lower for emphasis, yet a confident shine remains in his dark eyes. “We can do this. We defeated them once, and we will defeat them again.” 

The other two ninja nod, a strong connection to their team encouraging them to fight. 

“Ninjago!” 

[cruddyborderlandstheories]

Punk Girl/Civil War Submission by The Wild West Pyro

Heyo, good morning/afternoon/evening/night

My friend on discord (The Wild West Pyro) had an absolutely mind-blowing theory concerning who the band ‘Punk’ Girl is, why she’s important to the story, and how she will lead to the rift in the Calypso Twins relationship. I don’t want to spoil anything for you guys, so I’m just going to dive right in.

(A majority of this will be directly from our conversation, with [some edits by me] to help with context and add in pictures.)

Here we go!

So we figured Punk Girl is in some way related to the CoV, or the cult in general, as she makes an appearance on what seems to be a cult-centric shirt on the gearboxloot instagram page (more credit to @ifalnasminiatures for providing me with this link!) 

“Well, there are [a few] ways this could go:

Punk is linked to the COV and is intended to spread their message even further with the typical subliminal brainwashing thing. So they can broadcast outside of the planets the Cult has a presence on.

It’s a sore subject between the Twins, but one they hide rather well. The girl is related to them, she’s just considered by one of them as “that disgrace who refused to reclaim the birthright and ran off to join a band instead, ugh.”

She’s a band that works for the Cult sometimes. But in fact, she’s the eyes and ears of the Alliance within the Cult. Best of all is that she’s directly related to the Twins. Secretly, she disapproves of what they’re doing, but she’s the Alliance’s best hope of what’s going on.”

[That last one is the one he goes over the most, and it’s super interesting.]

“The Twins never suspect that the spy was in fact the one closest to their hearts.”

[my response: It would explain why there are no other bosses on the MoM that we know of (excluding the twins bc those are guaranteed), because she’s never going to become a fight even tho she looks the part]

“Also, [regarding] the last bit of your post, it’s just asking for a sidequest where it’s revealed that all the Gen 3.0 VHs known how to play some sick bass.

Punk Girl: ‘Hey, my bass guy is sick, can you take over?’

Zane: ‘FECK YEAH’”

[We talk a bit here about a Scott Pilgrim-esque Battle of the Bands, with Mr. Torgue as the competition, so there’s a bit of a transition that’s missing.]

“Hey, you know how Athena encrypted her messages between Engorge commercials? Punk Girl cleverly hides her messages in her music or backmasking. That’s how she sends her info to the Vault Hunters.

The twins never suspect a thing, and when she finally reveals she’s been working for Lilith, they’re genuinely shocked- and then the rift develops. One sibling would want to protect the girl, the other would want to punish her. The twins seem extremely close, so I personally feel it’d be odd if one of them up and betrayed the other [without outside influence].

It would be a great twist, too. Jack always had something planned out to trip up the Vault Hunters. But Lilith has learned much within these seven years. It turns out, Lilith is far better at pulling the strings than we ever thought Tyreen was.

Also, when Punk Girl reveals that she’s a spy for the Alliance (likely mid-game), this happens:

Tyreen screaming “YOU BITCH” amongst other horrible things and ECHOing up Punk Girl to verbally abuse her for hours, which continues through the rest of the game.

Troy trying to gently persuade his youngest sister to “Please come back” and “I don’t want to kill you”, attempting to smooth-talk her back into supporting the Cult. He keeps on ECHOing her gift baskets.

The twins arguing with each other over the fate of Punk Girl. Which, if done right, could potentially lead to a civil war within the Cult…

And to think it was all over a nice girl in a cool band.

Of course, both Troy and Tyreen are trying to kill the Alliance still, they’re just now divided over the fate of the girl and who’s gonna get the power of the vaults.

Which would add a human layer to it all- in the end, it’s just two selfish children squabbling over some big, universe-shattering toys. Albeit with billions of lives ended in the crossfire.

The war predicted by the Watcher was terrible. Zarpedon said so as well.

And, honestly, nothing’s more brutal and vicious than a civil war several galaxies-wide.”

[It was at this point that I absolutely lost my shit (in a good way) bc goddamn bro]

“Ideally, Tyreen goes out of her way to harass, demean and try to ruin poor Punk Girl’s life, and the [Crimson Raider] Alliance have to help her stand emotionally as Punk Girl undergoes a truly horrible campaign of cyberbullying, physical assault, very violent death threats and actual attacks on her band members. Tyreen mobilizes all her loyal followers to just try to hurt Punk Girl on whatever way they can.

Troy is a little different. He’s supposed to represent the streamer who manipulates fans into giving him what he wants, or scams folks by pretending to be disabled or whatever. Or the handsome fellow who’s a total self-centered jackass on the inside, but charms many people’s hearts nonetheless. So he tries to subtly brainwash Punk Girl into returning over to the Cult, and sweet-talking her to try and get her back on his sides. He’s like the caring, warm big brother on the surface, but really he just wants a new loyal sibling at his side, someone he can control far more easily. Troy’s promises are extremely alluring, his followers appear to be proposing an alliance with the Raiders (which Lilith refuses at all costs) and it’s going to be difficult for Punk Girl to resist his brainwashing techniques and honeyed words.

Basically, protect Lilith’s most treasured and loyal agent, including asking out Atlas and maybe other friendly corporations for favors to protect Punk Girl and her bodyguards (the new VHs). Bonus points if Punk Girl really is a latent Siren or something, and her power has to be safeguarded.”

[So, we know the unknown Sirens (there are two atm) are, if we understand Siren powers correctly: 12 and 7 at the time of bl3. 

HOWEVER. It’s been stated by Danny Homan that there are multiple ways for someone to receive Siren powers: 

The most important part of this exchange is the idea that, in universe, somehow, existing people can become Sirens. Now, I am not sure if this is solely through other Siren powers (Tyreen), or Vault bullshitery, or if they just wake up one day with the tattoos, but according to Homan, it’s definitely possible. In fact, I would go so far as to say the writers are keeping things intentionally vague for this reason.

What I’m trying to reason here is that even if Punk Girl is older than 12 or 7 (odds are she is, if she’s in a band!), she could still be a Siren, just that she got her powers at a later age, like 11 or so, meaning she’d be about 23 or 18 in BL3, respectively]

“If Angel does return, and Punk Girl is going through utter hell thanks to the twins, Angel will be the finest confidant and greatest friend she’ll ever have. Angel went through similar treatment at the hands of Jack, and she’s not going to let another girl with wings get hurt again. 

I mean, most of Punk Girl’s story arc would be heartbreaking, as it really seems like the Twins have fully turned their wrath on her rather than Lilith and the Alliance. Luckily, the Vault Hunters are there to act as her shield. Like, whenever you pass her in the ship, your character can give a random line of encouragement in the really tough times she’s going through, or something like that. 

And if Punk Girl turns out to be the final Siren after all, Lilith, Angel, and Maya would all ensure that she’d never be hurt like they were in the past. 

As the abuse Punk Girl would be receiving is from her own blood relations, [it] would be far more painful for someone to experience.

Now, for how the corporations may get involved, they’ll probably just start by trying to exploit this new galactic-wide civil war (especially as it’s hinted that the Twins do mass brainwashing or something [in the] Psycho character guide), then throwing each others’ armies at their rivals in support of one Twin or another. Although I’d imagine that Atlas and maybe Jakobs would stay out of it. [In addition], the Hyperion analyst in Moze’s ECHO from Commander Lily has dialogue that implies that all the corporations are preparing in case a Second Corporate War breaks out, since the first one essentially made the BL universe what it is now.

There we go, we have the war set up, as entire populations turn on each other, having become psychos pledging undying loyalty to one of the Twins. It’s going to be a mess.

[To end] on a comical level:

Maya: (hugging both [Ava and Punk Girl]) I love my dumpster children.

[Also:]

Tyreen, with this red background and thrash metal playing in the background and “angry war face” makeup: HEY MY WHORE OF A LITTLE SISTER, YOU ARE A [insert hate speech from evil liverstreamer gremlin here].

Troy, in a fancy suit and in a warm armchair with a fireplace roaring behind him: Hello, little sister. You remember the time we played at the beach together? Well… [insert sentimental tale of sibling love and fun here that is really a thinly veiled plea to rejoin the Cult].

That’s it, that’s both their streams from that point on.”

[I don’t have much to add, to be honest. This was great.

I love the whole thing, all the way down to his characterization of everyone involved. I can totally see Tyreen being the loud, explosive one out of the two, with Troy being quieter, but far more manipulative. I think it would contrast nicely with their designs and what people might be expecting from them, especially with how Troy is the big one with his cybernetics and always scowling, and Tyreen is shorter, always smirking and looking like she’s in control. It’d be so funny to see those two roles reversed and I really, really hope that’s the plan. Especially after the reveal that Troy is the one with the braincell lmao.

The idea that this small incident could end up causing a huge, brutal war, not just between the twins, but the corporations as well, is great. We know the Watcher claims ‘war is coming’, and this would help explain what we should expect. It would be very interesting if we needed to pick a side of aid at the start of the fight (i do imagine this will be Troy if The Wild West Pyro’s characterization of the twins is true), then turn on that side once the other is eliminated.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I do!! Massive credit to The Wild West Pyro for literally all of it. It was a really fun read.]

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[lenfazreads]

Let’s burn it all baby and rise above

Here I bring out another book review, this time from a book that came highly recommended by some of my trusted trash romance lovers. 

Burn for Me by Ilona Andrews

I want to say first that I actually really like this book and I do recommend you reading it. It does have some trigger warnings, but it’s a good book. It does end in a cliffhanger though, as it is a series. 

The book is centered around Nevada Baylor, a low-rank mage that has a PI agency and is forced to tracked down the bad boy du jour, Adam Pierce, accused of setting fire on a building In her chase she clashes with Connor “Mad Rogan” an ex-army and prime mage that is also tracking down Adam to locate his cousin, an accomplice on the fire. Nevada, Adam and Mad will soon be involved in a weaved in plot where you don’t know who to trust.

The book is narrated from Nevada’s pov and while I usually can live with that if well written - and this one is - it does cut the perspective on the story a lot.

First things first, I’m not crazy about the cover. I’m really not. A book this good deserves a better cover although according to @kliomuse the original cover was even worse until Wal-Mart demanded a little more sexiness in it. Go Wal-Mart... we all know it ain’t a trash romance novel cover unless a couple of nipples are showing. RanchDude had a better cover than Adam and Connor and that is really a shame. 

I also want to fully acknoledge that half of the comments here are excerpts of text messaged sent to @sambethe as I was reading

(under the cut for spoilers)

I was 17% of into the book Burn for Me and I couldn’t figure out who the romantic interest was going to be for Nevada. Adam or Connor? This as a bad thing for me bc I don't like it when I don't know who I need to picture looking like Colin. What if I pick the wrong one? I suppose reading the summary would have solved this but it felt like cheating so I made a bet and stick to it... almost

Magic is real in this world and families with good magic have been harvesting and picking alliances to enhance that (so basically like regency nobility). The highest rank in magic abilities are Primes.   

Adam Pierce is the second son of House Pierce and a prime. He has pyro-magic and is a bad boy that reneged his family in the name of anarchy

Connor Rogan is the head of House Rogan, a telekinetic prime extraordinaire that can move entire building and cities at the age of 19. He was actually instrumental in the war against Mexico and then reclused himself bc he’s crazy af.

You can see why I couldn’t pick them out? Look at my predicament!

 there is an entire undercurrent on admiring the Primes, so much they are tracked in Herald where fans write self insert fanfiction on them. People writing self insert fanfiction on Mad Rogan is a thing that I definitely need a spin off for.

At this point I had alreqady settled for Connor... bc I had an inkling.

There is also Augustine, who’s also Prime in illusion magic and is Nevada’s boss (his house bought her mortgage) and he’s the one that forces her to track Adam, knowing she’s in over her head. Adam is a major asshole, but a pretty one... apparently due to magic. We’re interested to see what happens

Nevada’s family rocks: her mom is an ex-snipper that still has the best aim ever (it was her magic talent), her grandma is a badass mechanic that fixes combat transportation and his cousin is a wizard with technology. They are all funny and snarky af. Grandma also loves hot guys even if they are dangerous. Go Grandma.

So here is was, rooting for Connor when this happens:

ADAM HAS A BROTHER. PETER. PETER.  I was t4earing my chlothes at this point thinking... yes yes yes! The definition of the brother is totally my catnip. All the hotness and none of the issues.

But back to the main leads, Nevada’s first meeting with Adam is hot af. He’s charming, and has swagger and says all the right things. I’m impressed.

She then proceeds to get kidnap by Mad Rogan to get information. There is a scene of Mad traying to play some telepathic vodoo shit on her, to force her to talk. But here’s the catch: Nevada, although appears as a dub (no magic) actually has a willing magic of sorts. She can tell when people lies and later on in the book it turns that she can bend people’s wills and force them to tell her the thruth. She’s amazeballs and totally fights big ol bad Prime with her own magic and stands her own while verbally belittling him.  

Her second meeting with Adam was a downer. He was a terrible fratboy that wanted her to run away with him after just meeting her and when she refuses, he throws a tantrum. Oh Adam, I had such high hopes for you, but you’re just a PyroDude.

Her second meeting with Connor is dayum. He meets her at a sushi place (she had dreamt about his shirtless that night) and when she asked him to start projecting himself on her dreams, he told her he could not have done it and asked which clothes he didn't have in it. GO CONNOR. Rogan is problematic, his methods are assertive (not to say violent) but at least he owns his shit.

Adam sadly, goes down from here. He sets her house on fire and then goes into full psycho mode. He looks hot af doing it, but craaaazy. He’s like Dark Hook on amphetamines.

Connor is still… Connor. Nevada doesn’t want people to die unless is self defense and Connor is just… connor. If someone pisses him off, homie has no filter.  He ends up killing someone to defend them but it didn’t sit well with Nevada.

"the next time I kill someone, I'd like to do it in a way that doesn't freak you out" Connor, you’re such a romantic….

Nevada and Connor’s banter gives me life… these two, once they do it, it’s going to be all dirty talk and hot smut, I tell ya. Their logics are so different and the way they balance each other is amazing. And their pull… it’s awesome

Connor referring to himself in the same way the fans in the Herald think of him gives me all the life. Her family teasing him gives me life. Grandma demanding pics of Adam & Connor gives me life.

Adam just blew Connor's car. This is like Bridget Jones lame fight between Hugh Grant and Colin Firth. Only better

Connor and Augustine went to college together. Their scene meeting at Nevada’s house and their piss fight and actual fight is also priceless. Nevada went from zero to 3 hot primes in her circle. She’s not convinced that was a good idea.

Turns out Connor is also a touch telepath or something like that… meaning that he can make you feel touched without actually touching you and he can also feed back that hotness back to you as he reacts to it. Needless to say, their kissing scene is skyrocketed hot.

I don’t want to give out the plot, but just now that nothing is exactly what is seems and there’s still lots to go from Connor and Nevada. He’s little assholy at the end… but I’m hoping we’re on the road to full redemption that will come in the upcoming books. I also wonder if Peter would show up in the other books. I need a brother to redeem Adam for me.

10/10 rec book. Go read it. Let me know what you think of it!

[ophelia-writes]

thx for the tag shuu!! i love this prompt ahh

first chara i fell in love with: kaeya akdhshc i started playing and i was like “pls be pretty boys pls be pretty boys” and then out walks THIS mf and i was sold on the game.

the chara i never expected to love as much as i do now: scaramouche?? i guess?? he kinda sucks as a person but damn…. i love him so much now….. my favorite little evil hat man

the chara everyone loves but i don’t: ganyu :/ i’m sorry i have nothing against her just i never got the hype, like yes her dmg is broken but personality/appearance wise she was always a bit boring to me

the chara i love that everyone hates: traveler i suppose? i don’t think anyone HATES them but most people don’t use them, meanwhile i’ve been maining lumine since day one (she’s triple crowned, lvl 90, my beloved)

the chara i used to love but don’t anymore: childe. i loved him when i first met him (hey girlie, hold still) and i still do like him but i don’t simp for him anymore really lol, he’s still fine but i have other people i like a lot more. sorry childe, i’ve moved on~

favorite element/vision: ok so i USE geo vision wielders the most, but i think my favorite would be pyro?? maybe?? idk i love them all equally they’re all important

favorite weapon type: i love the way polearm users move but i’m gonna have to say swords. i love swords. i will say, my LEAST favorite is claymores bc they’re too slow for my playstyle

chara i would totally smooch: so many. so so many. but my first choice would be xiao my beloved akdhshfhsg he is my favorite and i’m in love with him so yea

chara i would settle down with, marry, live life with: surprise surprise!! also xiao! i’m sorry but i just want to make this boy happy and give him a hug, he is so <33333

chara i’m saving for: XIAO RERUN PLEASE i only joined like a month before his banner so i didn’t have enough to get him :(( and i’ve waited for him ever since. he WILL come home.

the chara i’d want to be like: ningguang…… powerful hot rich confident lady she’s everything i’ve always wanted to be… i’d also marry her though without question

the chara i would slap: probably scara. enemies to lovers, gotta have a bit of fighting first am i right

a chara i would commit crimes with: also scara. we’d be a hot crime duo and i think it would be really neat

a pairing that i love: xiaolumi <3 might just be me using lumine as a self insert and projecting but shhhh…. it’s also practically canon at this point i mean come on

a pairing that i despise: kaeluc!! they are brothers!!! adoptive brothers! if you’ve ever had a sibling before you know that you would NEVER fall in love with said sibling bc that is NOT the kind of dynamic you have, despite the fact that it’s just straight up gross. kaeluc shippers, i pray that you don’t have siblings.

tags: @kazuhasbiggestsimp @lilly-games @cynochilde2 and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it <33 no pressure anyone!

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. tag 10 people!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — xiao. (since launch after seeing his beta leak, i saved up JUST FOR HIM. i still main him but that’s gonna change when itto comes out ahem what?)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐒 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖 — zhongli. (i swear he is such a kind man, i adore him ngl he’s someone i would definitely entrust my safety/life to)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 — raiden. (the reason why i don’t like her is because she killed tomo/kazuha’s friend, and then almost killed tohma and the traveler TWICE)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 — scaramouche. (i don’t think everyone necessarily hates him, but can find him obnoxious and destructive)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 — (i can’t really think of anyone tbh with you? i mean i still love xiao, kazuha and scaramouche but they’ve been knocked down on their pedestals as soon as i heard about itto and saw him)

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 / 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 — cryo and hydro.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 — pole-arm and claymore.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐂𝐇 😩 — arataki itto. (HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SEXY BITCH??!)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — arataki itto. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈’𝐌 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 — arataki fucking itto.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈’𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 — yoimiya/ayaka. (so carefree and positive i wish i was more like that instead of stressing over every little thing)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏 — scaramouche. (and then kith him afterwards, ik he’s into that shit)

𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 — scaramouche. (need i elaborate?)

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — (i don’t really ship characters but tohma x ayaka or kazuha x tomo)

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄 — (i don’t really ship like i said but i can’t think of any that i would despise.. probably kae**luc because that’s not okay or adults shipped with minors)

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. — @oikadiors @genshinarchives @noirkkat @permanentlyexhaustedowl @xiaophobic @luventi @3rdgymbros @valberiyah @sketchydainsleif @cursedraiden

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