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darlinrogue · 4 years ago

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Matt Hardy

For me because I can’t write an actual analysis

I-Con (ˈīˌkän) noun

1. One who is the object of great attention and devotion; an idol

2. A person or thing regarded as a representative symbol of something

3. An entity that will not die

4. A being or force that is stronger than death

5. MATT HARDY

The Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City was a scene set in Adam Page’s dreams. The stage had hosted acts like Brittney Spears, Avenged Sevenfold, David Bowie, Paramore, All Time Low, Guns N’ Roses, Korn, Iron Maiden, and two farm boys from the rural south who somehow sneaked in before the curtain fell. The wrestling fans in t-shirts, jeans, and bawdy signs, didn’t match the elegant balconies they crowded. The ring was a jagged piece of metallic architecture placed on an old warn, wood floor. Adam Page, twenty-two years old, settled in the far corner with his heart in his throat and his childhood idol adjacent to him. The microphone lifted to Matt Hardy’s lips like he intended to speak. At that moment as Matt Hardy looked over the crowd, it was like a fantasy. Something he spun-up while he bounced on the trampoline with his sister and begged her to let him try the Twist of Fate one more time.

In the 1970 census, a few years before his birth, Matt Hardy’s hometown of Cameron, North Carolina had a whopping population of 204 individuals. In 1990, when Matt and his brother Jeff were mimicking the moves they learned off TV on the trampoline, the population was an impressive 215. Cameron was a small town in the heart of tobacco country, Virginia and Carolina being one of the few places in the United States to grow the desired plant. Running down to the coast, once out of the foothills of the Appalachians and Grandfather Mountain, North Carolina was flat and balmy. Unlike the dense red clay of the Piedmont region, the soil was silty and perfect for farming. Matt probably never saw more than a few inches of snow a Winter. A few hours to the East and he’d stand at the edge of the Atlantic. Along the cat’s claw thin barrier Islands, he’d watch the waves wash over white sand. Hear the whispers of shipwrecks the vicious coast of North Carolina claimed.

A stupid kid like Adam Page, eyeballs glued to the TV screen as WWF played Monday Night Raw or later Smackdown, heard these stories of the Hardy Boyz and looked at his own life. Aaron's Creek, Virginia, made Cameron look like a metropolis. Adam’s hometown was so small it didn’t even deserve a Wikipedia page. His family had deep roots in Virginia because it was a state for lovers. His father also raised tobacco and Adam grew-up amongst the viridian fields, laid out for acres around the house he grew up in. There wasn’t a lot of money for Christmas most years and Adam knew more about the intricacies of cattle farming than he sometimes cared to admit to his classmates. Yet, while his best friends extolled the Hardys for their daredevil stunts, ladders, and chairs. Adam idolized them because they were a proof of concept. That it was possible for a hard-working, farm working, Virgin-lina boy, to grow-up and be hot shit.

In 2013, Adam was starting to warm-up, with a brand new Ring of Honor contract and some neon green trunks. At Final Battle, the crown jewel event of the promotion he just signed-to, Adam had no choice but to laugh as Matt Hardy was almost booed out of the arena the moment he got a mic in his hand. It made Adam feel like a hero. Of the two, the audience preferred Adam Page to Matt Hardy, just incredible. Of course, Matt Hardy, the iconic, was a manipulative and arrogant son of a bitch, who claimed more than was his to take. Never meet your heroes, they say, and when Adam met his, he was kind of a dick. Yet, when Matt Hardy clasped his hand and gave him a firm handshake, that felt like a small victory. An inner ten-year-old in Adam promised to never wash it again.

It was also a statement. A statement that even if Matt Hardy thought he was better than this everybody, he still had to treat Adam with some measure of respect. Never once did Adam allow the stars in his eyes to blind him. There was no point in fighting a legend if it was only half the legend— Adam was going to get all of Matt Hardy, or nothing. So, he slapped Matt Hardy across the cheek and dragged out the old champion.

A year later, when Adam worked under Hardy’s personal brand, OMEGA, Matt would talk up the youthful Adam Page. Call him the future of wrestling, with his impressive moonsaults, clever counters, fearless attitude, and ‘never say die’ mentality. It was a good showing that night. Adam showed a lot of heart. Surely, he impressed someone upstairs— but he didn’t win. And Adam didn’t know what the point of having ‘heart’ was if he couldn’t win with it. Having ‘heart’ is the wrestling equivalent of a participation trophy.

In the Hammerstein Ballroom though, in 2013, a Twist of Fate would plant Adam on his head and the match would end at seven minutes and twenty seconds. That same night, just a couple of months after their New Japan debut, the Young Bucks defeated ACH and TaDarius Thomas. In due course, the Jacksons would join the Bullet Club with one Kenny Omega. Next month, Jimmy Jacobs, Roderick Strong, and BJ Whitmer formed the Decade, then called Adam out in the same breath, all for daring to dream bigger than the East Coast that Ring of Honor frequented. That night, in New York City, in the heart of Manhattan, the Hammerstein ballroom became a pivoting point for Adam’s life. Matt Hardy was Adam’s first breakpoint.

Through the course of 2014, Adam followed Matt’s invitation into OMEGA and crisscrossed central Carolina in search of his next break. Alongside his then tag-partner, Corey Hollis, Adam wrestled one more match in the ring with Matt Hardy. With the addition of his equally strange brother: Jeff Hardy. An eight-man tag where for a bizarre moment Adam was in the corner with the Hardy Boyz. Twenty years on from WWF ladder matches and the two men, closer to forty than thirty, could still go. Go with the speed and intensity of their youth. With the reckless abandon that defined their careers. These were the type of guys who looked at a wrestling ring and asked, “ you know what needs ?” Then answered: “More hardware.” Watching Matt Hardy, Adam learned when to slow, when to hasten, when to wait, when to press the advantage. Little tricks of the trade. He absorbed all of it like a sponge and held it tight to his chest. Treasure and gold to spend a little farther down the road.

Adam learned that Matt Hardy ran equal parts hot and cold. He was a little off, in a way that wasn’t healthy, but Adam blamed that on a history of concussions and injuries. Arrogant but in a way that was condescending and so he was always willing to groom a newbie to greatness. In fact, Matt Hardy took great pride in taking some young kid and making them a ‘star.’ In a way, every OMEGA recruit was some pet project of Matt or Jeff Hardy. No better way to pat yourself on the back than to make someone. It was never about the protege, though, it was about Matt Hardy. It was about his ego trip, to be able to say—

‘Look what I did for Adam Page.’

And he could cash in his ‘good person’ chip for the week.

Oh, and how Adam knows how it goes. Like, a favorite catchy tune.

BJ Whitmer ruffled his hair and a stupid twenty-four-year-old, hoping for approval, construed it as affectionate. Unaware that the gesture was more like the way a man polishes the rearview window of his new SUV. Yeah, he likes the vehicle, it’s expensive, he’s invested a lot, and he’d get really pissed if someone keyed the paint, but it was nothing but an object. A thing that he owns. A possession to be used and thrown away when it was no longer interesting. Adam was a good boy though and he’d do anything to be wanted, needed, useful. Even pick-up a chair and go against his better nature. The waves of frustration, internal conflict his own actions created, broke him until all that was left was a defensive, angry man biting at any hand that came too close. So, Adam no longer recognized who he was in the mirror. BJ Whitmer didn’t want to see ROH Champion Adam Page, he just wanted someone to carry his bags.

Falling in line with Cody was like falling into an old groove, well worn and well-trodden. When Cody handed that chair to Adam, he knew exactly what to do with it. How to hold Kenny fast and to twist his head so he’d see his incoming braining. Years ago Adam had been wounded and he had never healed. The blood festered and boiled, a slit through his throat hemorrhaging down his bruised chest. Cody stuck his finger in Adam’s festering resentment and anxiety, dug out his trachea. Weaponized Adam’s unspoken fear that Kenny Omega thought he was better than Adam Page and he was using Adam like BJ did two years ago. When Kenny ripped the US title from Adam’s hands and handed it back to Jay White —who he thought they all hated anyway— it was like a slap in the face. That was his moment, Cody declared, he ruined, he stole it. It took a couple of drop kicks from Kota Ibushi and a V-trigger he couldn’t technically remember, for Adam to realize he’d been played. Cody brought Adam no closer to his moment and Adam had ruined his closest friendships. All for a stupid belt.

Kenny never remarked on all of it, probably because he thought Adam too pitiful to deserve admonishment. Or, that his loyalty could be bartered for with games of Mario Tennis. So long as Adam stayed in line and kept his mouth shut, they were fine. Or, maybe Kenny was more forgiving than Adam gave him credit for. That was too much logic for his brain to handle these days, though.

His family once owned a gentle Paso Fino gelding. A sweet boy with soft brown flanks and soulful black eyes. While riding with his father Adam asked if he could cross a field with the horse, if the Paso Fino would canter. Could he persuade this gentle creature to do such a thing? His father chuckled and waxed, “of course you can, he aims to please.” And sure enough, Adam and the Paso Fino flew across the field, in the long smooth gait of the breed. It was beautiful and for a second it was like they shared a mind, but he wished his father never said those words to him. Because every so often, “he aims to please,” applies better to Adam than the horse.

FTR put a bit in Adam’s mouth and led him by the bridle for three months. Somehow their inevitable betrayal came as a shock. It had just been that drinking and joking with Kenny was nice, but the tension in the EVP room was like poison. While the Bucks sat easy, Adam was dying, and FTR, in their caring familiarity was like a breath of fresh air. He wished he could’ve been there for Kenny but he had been there for Kenny and didn’t he deserve a chance to unwind? Unwork the knife from his gut and enjoy an evening with old friends? Stupid, stupid, stupid, so stupid, so blind, so eager to please, that he’d trade real friends for fake friends. FTR played Adam’s fragile ego like a fiddle and left him in the aftermath of his own decisions. Alone and with just Kenny, who no longer wanted anything to do with him.

And after all those lessons, it was painful to realize that Adam Page was just another trinket for the Young Bucks to marvel over. A living, breathing camera stand to film BTE bits and then do the complex editing, giving a polish to the final product. That was the deal, he understood and agreed to it walking into the Bullet Club. He was to be the problem solver. The replacement big guy now that Gallows was gone. Adam beats up the enemies of the Bullet Club and he stays out of the title shot picture, good deal. A jobber they can hand a trio belt to and smirk over because the Bucks are such good guys. Adam really thought they were his friends and Adam wished he could say he used the Bucks like he used BJ but he never loved BJ like he loved Matt and Nick. It was the first time he was ever happy being a prop but it still hurt, especially the outrage in their eyes when he started thinking for himself.

How dare he become a tag-team champion when that’s what they wanted?

That was the deal though with Matt and Nick, that he stayed out of the way. Adam violated the terms and their friendship crumbled around the broken covenant.

Kenny though, out of all of these betrayals and losses which had left Adam numb to the idea that he was better off alone—

Kenny fucking hurt.

Some of the ideas lacked foundation. Some floated in the bottoms of bottles of whiskey. Some were inklings from years of standing behind a man he was never going to beat. Most of them made Adam feel like an asshole. The ideas went along the tune of:

That Adam was a shitty replacement for Kota Ibushi, the golden lover trapped on the other side of the pacific. When he was in Japan and had unwedged his head from his ass, Adam liked Kota. Kota was brilliant, a true star, and he understood, totally, why Kenny loved him. There was nothing personal or even resentful in this uninspired realization. It wasn’t jealousy. It was the truth and it was a truth Adam had to bear when Kenny let him collapse in the middle of the ring at All Out. Kota Ibushi could win a G1. Become the intercontinental and IWGP heavyweight champion all in one night. Adam couldn’t even beat Chris Jericho. Kota Ibushi was the God of wrestling and Adam Page was the dirty sinner kicked down to the dust where he belonged.

That Adam was a useful tool for Kenny. Just good enough in the ring to carry a tag-team when Kenny was at the far end of a losing streak. A good bolt of confidence, standing on the shoulders of a younger guy. Before he launched off and took the world title belt he so rightfully deserved. The gleam in Don Callis’ eye when Adam shook his hand told him that this was all part of the plan. Adam was written into the script and hit every line he was supposed to. Adam wondered if he was chosen because he was volatile and insecure, and Callis knew that would just push Kenny away. Away and towards Don Callis, and his machinations. Don used Kenny and Kenny used Adam— maybe, it was just Don all along.

That Adam was a pretty thing Kenny could flirt with. Soft, yielding, supportive, loyal, and eager to put his energy towards someone willing to take it. Like a fucking dog, or something. Hope told him there was something to the way Kenny murmured ‘cowboy’ to him in their private moments. That Kenny’s interest went beyond physical and a desire to be topped by a handsome guy like Page. The bitter reality, the pessimist and realist in him, told him it was hollow, fake, that he was being played again. Damnit, though, if he wouldn’t take those crumbs. Because he couldn’t say ‘no’ to Kenny when he smiled. Because he loves Kenny and he can't stop loving Kenny.

He truly was eager to please.

“Well, it’s okay. You can’t be number one forever anyway, right? Sometimes you gotta take a back seat, and I don’t mind taking a back seat, if it’s to you, buddy.” And Kenny had smiled and nudged his elbow, and Adam hadn’t thought about it as he fiddled with his silly little action figure. When Adam thought back on that interview and thought back on all his twisted thoughts about Kenny, he had almost broken down crying. Because he didn’t know what was true. Kenny was high-up there in his mind and Adam wasn’t sure he could ever shoot him down.

The second Adam Page snatched the title from Jay White’s hands he had known the truth. The light had shone in his eyes and he had flinched. He realized the cost of fame and fortune. The crossroads he stood at, paralyzed in fear and trembling to make a choice. Maybe, he was grateful when Jay defeated him and he could return to the darkness. However, the taste, the warmth of the light, the way his chest swelled and his heart rose, pure, innocent, like a child seeing his first snow, was addicting. Adam knew that he had to step out of the shadows. Out from behind Kenny, Cody, and the Bucks, or he would perish there in the dark. They were never going to turn around and dredge him out of the abyss.

Adam had never realized there was a choice, though: his friends or his soul. And he wonders how many times those friends had made it. How many times the Bucks chose some merch sales over him. How many times Kenny chose a title over him. He knows Cody had chosen his ego over him. Was there a balance? Someplace where you can stand in the light and have those you love with you? For flashes of moments, he sees it, in the Golden Elite, or when the Bucks flanked Kenny in the ring. The balance was called love and it could overcome all trials, or so he’s told. It could mediate the choice between yourself and others.

Yet, Adam knows he’s chosen wrong once or twice, already. So, he’s not sure that kinda love is for him.

John Silvers was on one knee, hand extended, with a goofy grin that Adam had come to appreciate. For the first time in a year, he had felt light and free. It had been nice to exist in a bubble of appreciation and warmth. Yet, there was no room to wiggle, and like a caged, fearful animal, Adam lashed-out. The wording got to him, on the following night when he was thinking about it. He said: ‘I can’t,’ and not ‘I won’t.’ Like, he was physically incapable of saying ‘yes,’ and yet the Dark Order seemed to think ‘no’ was an impossibility. How did they get so screwed-up?

Friendships come with obligations and Adam was aware he’d been shirking his. Not because he felt entitled but because he wasn’t sure he could bear the weight. That he wouldn’t take a stumbling step and collapse on his fractured bones. And that would just be a different kind of a disappointment for the Dark Order than just hearing ‘no’ right out the gate. It’d be his failure with the Bucks and Kenny all over again. Anna was right, Adam had to move on, so they could move on, and maybe it left him bitter that he couldn’t utter an apology, but that’s how things shake-out these days.

The Bucks didn’t want his apology either.

And now, that brought him back to Matt.

Matt Hardy reappeared like a literal ghost in the Summer and Adam still wasn’t sure if the whole Damascus thing was a bit or not. Just that while he sat in a warm bath, water up to his knees and bubbles floating around his elbows, he looked up Benjamin Franklin on his phone. “Franklin was a leading writer, printer, political philosopher, politician, Freemason, postmaster, scientist, inventor, humorist, civic activist, statesman, and diplomat.” Given that Adam Page’s passion since childhood was professional wrestling and throwing his delicate body through tables, none of that resonated with him. And he wasn’t sure if Matt meant he really was the reincarnation of a founding father, or if it was just an apt comparison, but something about the phrase:

‘Join or Die.’

Felt like the story of his life.

Adam’s father kept records of all the songs he listened to when he was growing up. On a rare lazy Sunday, he’d put on the vinyl and let it spin so the music filled the house. Marty Robbins sang of quick finger rangers with big irons on their hips. Waylon Jennings and Lee Greenwood, dreamed of something lost, something mournful, as they rode alone. There was a cost to independence, and beneath the wide brim hat were tired, dark eyes, haunted by those the cowboy left behind. He rode into town looking for a lost love or a home, or just some water for his horse. He’d leave as soon as the plot finished and the town was saved but while the townsfolk rejoiced their salvation, the hero slipped from the jubilee. He was looking for a place he belonged and this was not it, and Adam wondered if he kept looking because there was no place he belonged.

After Dynamite, he took shots in his living room with his dogs laid over his legs and he thought about his wording. ‘I can’t,’ he told John, because, reasons he couldn’t justify in front of an audience of five thousand. So, it seemed fitting that this odd friendship he developed, with another group looking to use him and throw away, began with Matt Hardy. Began when he eliminated the iconic legend from the ring and ended with Matt Hardy, in the ring, begging Adam not to change in the hallway.

Adam didn’t believe a single word Matt said.

He didn’t believe he was a good person who deserved to be happy. He didn’t believe that the Dark Order was awkward — it was, and that’s why he wept with whiskey last week. He didn’t believe that there were no strings attached. He didn’t believe that Matt’s intentions were good or genuine, or even kind. Hell, he never believed John Silver when he called Adam handsome and amazing because that kinda flattery was useless.

He did believe that Matt was going to use him. He did believe that when Matt Hardy brought down the other shoe it was going to hurt like hell. He did believe that by this point, Adam was so calloused, scarred, and numb, that the pain wouldn’t even register. He did believe that he was so desperate, alone, and miserable, that he’ll take any bone thrown at him. He did believe that whatever plan Matt Hardy cooked-up for him was going to end up with him back in the dirt. He did believe that he no longer cared enough about himself to care. He did believe that all he wanted was a place to hang his hat and to lace his boots.

He did believe Tony Schiavone when he said, “you should take him up on that.”

Because, shit, who wants to change by catering?

#‘The Hangman’ || Adam: IC #‘Deals with God’ || Adam: Verse #this is rock bottom ya'll #this has gotta be it

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multimetaverse · 5 years ago

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HSMTMTS 1x08 Review

The Tech Rehearsal was a great ep. Let’s dig in!

Great Rini scenes tonight that did some heavy lifting to get them back to a place where they can almost be open with their feelings. Richard Bowen and Nina Salazar- Roberts being the reason the other goes by Nini and Ricky? Reader, that’s the cutest shit I’ve ever seen. The show really brought out the big guns with them knowing each other since Kindergarten. I think most of the casual audience is now shipping Rini, if they hadn’t already, so mission accomplished for the writers

Tim said on instagram that the writers wanted to show that Ricky and Nini had known each other since Kindergarten and it makes sense to use the Troyella rooftop scene and Gabriella’s line about meeting someone in Kindergarten and just becoming friends and use that to tie it all together. But it does somewhat conflict with Kourtney and Nini’s convo in 1x05 that made it sound like Nini only met Ricky in 7th grade. Now it’s true that Kourtney may have just meant it in the sense that 7th grade was when Nini started to have feelings for Ricky but if that’s the case then the writing should have been more clear

As Nini sang in All I Want, EJ is perfect on paper and in Miss Jenn’s notes she wrote that EJ was the perfect Troy on paper; it’s like poetry it rhymes

This is the second ep in a row where a main cast member has been missing. I do wonder if the writers felt that they had done too much work with Rina and keeping Gina off screen was the easiest way to set up a return to Rini. The writers have never been subtle when it comes to ending ships; when it came time to remove EJ as Nini’s love interest they quickly villainized him. I don’t think they want to undo the good work they’ve done redeeming Gina so keeping her off screen is the next best thing

EJ and Carlos had a fun dynamic. EJ trying to emote was so funny as was him stealing Miss Jenn’s notes, it really is his signature move. Matt Cornett does really well playing a dope. I liked that he gave Carlos a confidence boost. Nice to hear Carlos speaking Spanish

Also we now know that Carlos Surname is Carlos Rodriguez. Rodriguez, which means son of Roderick and originated from the Visigoths who conquered Spain, is the 4th most common surname in Spain but it also seems likely that the writers had never decided on Carlos’ last name and just gave him Frankie’s last name which is lazy

EJ Caswell is suffering from Lucas Friar and Jonah Beck syndrome; the handsome, athletic, and kind of ditzy love interest for the main girl who really doesn’t have much else going on when they’re not being shipped with the main girl. Lucas never really got much development but the writers could rely on Farkle to help balance out the show and in S3 the GMW became the Riley and Maya show so it didn’t really matter what Lucas got up to anyways. Andi Mack suffered greatly from never developing Jonah, especially in S3 once he was no longer Andi’s love interest his plot line was a total trainwreck. What made things worse is that the the writers couldn’t build up Cyrus like the GMW writers could build up Farkle since Cyrus’ story was restricted because he was gay. Luckily HSMTMTS has plenty of main characters and is less restricted so it doesn’t drag the show down so much that EJ is just kind of there. I also wonder if the fact that EJ is a senior plays a role in this, sure they can do S2 as the spring musical but what about S3 when EJ would be graduated? If he won’t be on the show long term then there’s no real pressure to develop him or give him that much to do

Big Red appearing behind Miss Jenn was the funniest moment of the ep for me. I also love every time we hear an adult refer to Big Red as Big Red because it’s just so silly

Big Ashlyn (I think that’s their shipname) remains cute. Very smooth of Ashlyn to use Big Red’s compliment to flirt with him

Loved The Role of a Lifetime, Lucas did great, nice little nod to Kate having played Glinda, and loved the ‘’contractually obligated dream sequence’’ line

Interesting motif of ruins tonight. The El Rey theatre is in ruins, on stage the backdrop is a ruined Roman city, and Miss Jenn must face the fact that her acting career and dreams are in ruins before she can start rebuilding her life

Dara can really sing, it’s hard to believe that Kourtney was just supposed to be a one off role. I thought her initial reaction to Nini potentially leaving was realistic but I’m not sure her calling the Dean to come and watch Nini perform was the right move to make it up to Nini

I liked the little Seb and Kourtney interaction. I know there’s been a lot of speculation that they’re setting up a genderfluid Seb story line but I’m deeply skeptical that’s something Disney would allow. And if they were willing to do that then I don’t think they would have allowed Seb to become a main character in S2

I really liked that Gina told Ricky via text that she would have to leave earlier than planned and that Nini told Kourtney and Ricky that she was interested in going to YAC. It was awful in Andi Mack when Buffy left early without telling her friends and then ghosted them for what was supposed to be two months in universe and it was weird that Andi never told any of her friends about SAVA so I’m glad HSMTMTS isn’t making the same mistakes

Looking Ahead:

Just for a Moment sounds great, Joshua and Olivia did such a great job. It’s great that Tim is giving the actors a chance to write their own songs, I hope we see more of it in future seasons. From a video Joshua shared on twitter we can see that they were working on the song during the filming of 1x02. The song must have been selected before 1x08 was written since Nini’s line that it was just a moment is clear set up for the song

The YAC dean is in the audience, does Nini flee and its Ricky who finds her which is why EJ is singing part of breaking free? Or is Ricky gone because he sees his mom in the audience?

How Gina’s move gets undone will be interesting to see. For Andi Mack at least they could say that government cutbacks led the Driscolls to return but if Gina’s mom has to follow natural disasters then it wouldn’t be so easy to just move her back to SLC

The show is flirting with disaster with the YAC plot. If Nini gets in then she will inevitably have to eventually return to East High and in the meantime she’ll be cut off from all the other characters and whatever focus YAC gets will necessarily take away from whatever is going on in East High. There’s a reason Andi Mack only introduced the SAVA plot in the final few eps, there would have been no way to actually pull that off if the series was going to continue

I really do hope we get something with Seblos in the final two eps. 1x05 was great and I’m happy that they were able to do so much textual stuff already but that shouldn’t be an excuse to not touch on it further. I’m sure that with Seb being a main in S2 we’ll get more but we need more now in S1

Until next week ep Wildcats

#HSMTMTS #Rini #Ricky Bowen #Nini Salazar-Roberts #EJ Caswell #Miss Jenn #carlos rodriguez #kourtney #seb mathew-smith #HSMTMTS Reviews

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hazelandglasz · 5 years ago

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Kitty and Elliott bonding over how insane their friends are, because the two of them would make a dream NY power duo.

Oh definitely

On AO3

None of it was planned, really.

Kitty didn’t plan on liking New York so much.

She didn’t plan on wanting to be around her former classmates / mentors so much either.

It’s not that she doesn’t have other friends, far from it, thank you very much, it’s just …

Their insanity is irresistible and knows no bounds.

And she, for one, is here for it.

Cue the popcorn she always keeps in her bag when she goes to hang out with them, because drama or something always happens with this lot.

She has missed one elusive Elliott Starchild Gilbert, but if he hangs out with this lot, well, Kitty is willing to bet her favorite Marilyn Manson t-shirt that he’s just as cuckoo as the other Cocoa puffs.

Until she meets him.

The circumstances of their meeting is, in itself, a good omen of what was to become the Greatest Friendship in all of Glee Club/Not Glee Club but still, history.

They meet at a System of a Down concert, when Elliott offers his shoulders for Kitty to sit on.

Unprompted, may she add.

Just like that, out of the goodness of his heart toward a fellow, vertically challenged fan.

After climbing down, Kitty offers to buy Elliott a drink or something, wink wink, which he very gentlemanly declines (the wink wink part, not the drink Elliott is no fool).

They sit in a dinner nearby and order fries with milkshakes before introducing each other.

And loudly exclaiming, nearly in sync, “it’s you!”.

See, their friends talk about them quite often/ Not as often as they talk about their friends, though.

And now that they have officially met, Kitty and Elliott have a “date night”, sans wink wink and sans “Glang” (as in, Glee gang).

No, it’s just the two of them, eating pizzas and telling each other about the insanity the other either doesn’t know of or the other wasn’t here to witness.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for Gaga--”

“Preach.”

“--but that performance was insane.”

“Kurt showed me videos of the Glee club tribute to Lady Gaga two years before that, it did sound a bit over the top.”

“They already did Gaga and Shuester made us do it again?!”

Elliott slurps the string of cheese dangling from his slice before frowning. “Come to think of it, a lot of our friends’ insanity seems to grow from the trash fire that was this Mr Shuester.”

Kitty snorts and giggles, forced to put down her own slice. “You’re far too kind to them, Gilbert. Shuester fed their crazy ways, sure, but they had a solid base to work on to begin with.”

They look at each other before exploding in peals of laughter.

“You know,” Elliott says once they have both calmed down (and once they go through a good portion of his homemade beer), “as much as I love One Three Hill, maybe it’s time for me to pull a John Lennon.”

Kitty may be sitting upside down, but she still frowns convincingly. “Are you … going to wear glasses and turn into a misogynistic pig?”

“Not what I had in mind, no.”

“Are you going to get murdered by a fan?! Cause that would definitely be something.”

“No! Kitty!”

“Too dark?”

“Too gruesome.”

“Fine, Killjoy Brigade, what do you mean, then?”

“Find my Yoko Ono.”

“Find yourself an Asian woman who’s going to give you everything you need in terms of inspiration?”

“Nooo, oh my god, Kitty, I’m asking you to be my partner!”

Kitty falls off the couch before reappearing like a meerkat. “Your--your partner.”

“My duet partner, yes.”

“Ah, that kind of partner. You almost had me there, Gilbert.”

“What did you--ooooh,” Elliott whistles. “Nope, still not batting for that team, Wilde.”

“Ha!”

“Besides, don’t you already have a partner, partner, wink wink, nudge nudge?”

Kitty snorts into her empty bottle of beer before shaking her head. “Who on Earth are you talking about?”

“The latest kid shipped from your special brand of Ohio, Roddy?”

“Roderick.” That is definitely a blush on Kitty’s face, but she will blame it on the alcohol if it is the last thing she does. “What about him?”

“Aren’t you sweet on him?”

“I’m not sweet on anybody.” Kitty picks up Elliott’s dark sofa blanket. “I am the Night.”

It’s Elliott’s turn to laugh into his beer. “And you dare make fun of Blaine for Nightbird?”

“I do not walk the streets at night, looking for people who need help!”

“No, you don’t. But neither does he … Right?”

“Nightbird does every night Kurt is otherwise buh-sy.”

“Oh my God, tell me more …”

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Two weeks later

“I cannot believe Elliott ditched us for Kitty.”

“Um, I can. Besides, he didn’t “ditch” us, he simply has more projects than a gig with us every other two months.”

“...It has been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Hm-hm.”

Blaine rushes on the chair next to Kurt, planting a breathless kiss to his temple. “Sorry I’m late, I couldn’t get out of rehearsals. Did I miss them?”

“Nope, you’re good.”

“Roderick is getting us a bottle.”

“And now, ladies, gentlemen and other people …”

“Shhh, I think it’s their turn.”

“... please welcome to the stage Faaaalse Alaaarm!”

The spotlights immediately catch Elliott’s red jacket and Kitty’s matching sparkly, red jumpsuit.

The group immediately spots their immaculate white platform boots.

“Good evening, we’re False Alarm! Get your rock on!”

What follows is a succession of songs from all genres covered in a hard-rock, metal way.

It’s surprising, it’s entertaining, but most importantly for their friends assembled and, well, rocking it out in the audience, Kitty and Elliott look like they are having the time of their lives.

“We’re False Alarm! Good night!”

(When Kitty goes to jump in the crowd after one particularly impressive high note over Abba’s Gimme Gimme Gimme, Roderick rushes to catch her in his arms.)

#Anonymous #sometimes i write #kitty wilde #elliott gilbert #glee fic

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klaineship2 · 5 years ago

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TDB Rewatch Hurt Locker 2 Episode 6x05

“I don’t thinks this a real elevator.”

Sue is going out of her way to assure the audience that Klaine will be endgame, no matter what. Despite Walter’s creepiness in last week’s episode I like how unfazed he reacts to Sue.

Sam has some good points when he tries to convince Spencer of joining Glee club and I loved the reference to Finn and how he managed to be quarterback AND glee club member at the same time (altough I still don’t really get the incompatibility of both) BUT still nobody has ever seen Spencer perform anything, so how can they all be so sure that he will be a good addition to glee club? And why is everything Spencer says completely contradictory to the things he told Kurt in ��Homecoming’? Back then he stated that he doesn’t have to hide being gay because he is well respected by his teammates and now he says “I don’t want anyone to think that I’m gay.” huh???

Someone pointed out to me that the only real audience at invitationals being an excited clapping and cheering Sam is actually meant to be the devoted little circle of fans still watching Glee until the very end.

Kitty’s characterization of Rachel is very spot on. I totally agree. I understand why she hesitates to join glee club, her vulnerability is obvious, but having Kitty back with ND’s is great - she is much like late-s4/early-s5 Kitty and she has developed quite a bit of criminal energy, lol.

“Each team will perform at this invitational. Even if one show choir’s co-director is kidnapped and held against his will, causing him to miss the performance.” I really don’t like the creepy Sue puppet on its tricyle and all the blatant ‘go kiss and be endgame because everybody wants you to’. But I have to say I enjoy every little one of these elevator scenes, and them being completely at ease and playfully bantering before they even enter the elevator. This whole scenery is like the most obvious Klaine fanfic that has ever been written. ‘They were trapped in a snowbound cabin an elevator and there was only one bed bathroom’. When I ignore all the Sue stuff I can see their time trapped together like a mirror of their relationship. There is easyness at the beginning, but soon, they are annoying each other and starting to argue over small things but this time they can’t just run away. They have to stay and deal with each other, annoying attitudes and little quirks included. And since they have good food and wine (and a bathroom) they can focus on ‘geting over all the resentment and bitterness they were holding in’. Them watching each other sleep is probably one of my favorite scenes. And that kiss might be the hottest Klaine kiss we ever got... it’s a shame that it was a forced one under the threat of drug use....

Kurt-Blaine things:

Kurt is so tired of Sue’s shenanigans... and I am, too.

Blaine feeling grown up while using the faculty bathroom, lol

Kurt’s little shriek when the light in the elevator goes out.

Funny, but nobody bats an eye when they appear out of nowhere after being missed for so long, dishevelled and only half dressed... ^^

That tiny smile they share at the end of the ND’s performance.

At Sue’s office Kurt and Blaine are back to being the old married couple they’ve always been. Kurt going on a rant while Blaine illustrates/mimes Kurt’s words with gestures. And the best is Kurt’s incredulous “Don’t actually thank her!” And their faces are priceless!!!

Other Things

The new Warblers are lacking the charisma of the old ones :-/

There is only one show choir rule. You need 12 members... and Kurt and Rachel didn’t even care to tell their kids. Jane looks really flabbergasted - and then they just fill the ranks with the band members.

“Why don’t we just do what we rehearsed?” Oh, Roderick, you uninformed little baby. Because that’s the way the NDs do it every time.

It’s a bit weird for a 16/17 yo to sing ‘I’ll be your daddy’ but I love Roderick’s voice too much to not enjoy Father Figure.

while VA and the Warblers did some impressive choreography - the New Directions were much stronger vocally and since it is a CHOIR competition and not an acrobatics, they truely deserved their trophy (even though there was a little pig on it - lol, where did Sue get that from?)

"This doesn’t mean anything. The only reason that we’re doing this is... because Sue is forcing us.”

@todaydreambelievers

#TDB rewatch #TDB rewatch The Hurt Locker 2 #6x05 #meta monday #Glee meta

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ohnojustimagine · 6 years ago

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All the More

Reader/Adam Cole & Kyle O'Reilly & Bobby Fish & Roderick Strong; 2385 words, smut smut smut. Smut and nothing but, essentially.

***

It's a few hours before the evening's round of NXT tapings begin, and you're backstage with Adam in the Undisputed Era's private locker room. You're aware the 'private' aspect has been something of a point of contention among the other tag teams, forced as they are to use the general men's locker room, and there have been a few rumblings about special treatment, but the boys have those shut those complaints down as effectively as they do everything else.

And it's not like the space is anything so huge or fancy, but it's nice, with room enough for a couch and a couple of armchairs, a changing area with a small bench, even a TV.

But tonight there's no need for any distractions, because Adam's sitting in the center of the couch, and you're draped sideways over his lap, stripped down to just your bra and panties. He's got one hand on your waist and the other on your ass, and he's kissing you, tongue slow and soft in your mouth as you lazily make out, waiting for Bobby and Kyle to show up.

After a while Adam stops, giving your ass a firm squeeze followed by a light slap. You shift in his lap, and he says, casually, "By the way, I think Roddy's going to come by with the others."

You note he doesn't phrase it as a question, and, if you're honest, you've been wondering for a while now how long it would be before they'd deem Roddy enough of a member of the group that he'd be allowed to join you. But you're also curious about how it's going to work, because, on the surface at least, Roddy seems like a pretty straight-laced, vanilla kind of guy. "Do you think he's going to be into that?" you ask.

Adam smirks. "How could he resist you?"

You laugh, kissing him, and say, "I think you overestimate my powers."

"No," he tells you. "I think you seriously underestimate how irresistible you are."

"You know," you say, smiling, "I'm never sure if you're really charming or just completely full of shit."

He grins at you. "How about both, baby?"

"Both is good," you say, and kiss him again, not stopping until you hear the door of the room open, and you look up.

"Whoa," Roddy exclaims, taking in the sight of you sitting almost naked in Adam's lap. "Sorry to interrupt, man," he says, and he immediately makes to leave, but then stops, plainly confused as he sees that Bobby and Kyle aren't reacting in the same way, that Bobby's nonchalantly thrown himself down in one of the armchairs, and that Kyle's sitting down next to you on the couch.

Kyle's always the most eager, the most needy, and tonight's no exception as he pulls you off Adam and across into his own lap.

"Okay," says Roddy, slowly. "Is this a..." He laughs, seemingly trying to cover his awkwardness, but it only makes it more obvious. Painfully obvious. "Is this a group thing?"

"Yeah," Adam says, smiling, and you know he's getting off on Roddy's embarrassment, asshole that he is. "It's a group thing. And now you're one of us, you also get to partake of this fine young lady's delights."

"Delights," Roddy repeats, nodding. "Well, those sound great and all, but... yeah, I'm more of a one on one kind of guy."

"C'mon, man," Kyle says, unfastening your bra, slipping it down off your arms and then grabbing at your bared breasts. "You know you want some of this."

You inhale at his touch, how it's almost too rough, too clumsy, but it's just what you need right now. You glance over at Roddy, and say, "He doesn't have to if he doesn't want to."

For a brief second he seems surprised that you've spoken, but then he addresses you directly, saying, "You are..." He gestures, hand curving through the air as if to take in your body, the outline of it. "You're really hot and all so it's like, no slight on you."

"No offense taken," you reply, and you note that he's not actually making any move to leave, and is, in fact, now gazing pretty fixedly at your chest.

You look at Adam, who has very clearly noticed the same thing, and suggest, "Maybe Roddy would just like to watch."

"He can watch." Adam's eyes are narrowed and he's staring at Roddy, concentrating, as if measuring his reaction. "If that's what he wants," Adam says, "then yeah, he can watch."

And Roddy doesn't say anything, not no, or even yes, but you're quickly distracted, because Kyle's pinching your nipples, pulling on them just hard enough to make you gasp as he kisses you, his mouth as messily enthusiastic as ever.

You smile into it, leaning against him, your hand stroking over the hard muscles of his chest, but then you feel someone else touching you, fingers tracing up the outside of your thigh. You pull away from Kyle's kiss, turning your head, and it's Bobby, his eyes dark as he looks at you, his want so blatant you can't resist.

And so you slide off Kyle's lap and onto the floor, kneeling in front of Bobby, between his spread legs. "Hi," you say, looking up at him, and he doesn't say anything, but then he doesn't need to as you unbuckle his belt, unfasten his jeans. You're careful of his injured knee as you shove his clothes down enough to get at his cock, your mouth already watering in anticipation as you take him out.

Bobby's always a gentleman, but he's also never anything but clear about exactly what he wants and tonight his hand is firm on the back of your head, pushing you down onto him. You part your lips, taking him in, and he's big, bigger than Kyle or Adam, thick in your mouth, and while he doesn't ever force you, he likes to take things right to the edge, pushing deep enough into your throat that it's uncomfortable. You can handle it, sucking on him, hand on the base of his cock, but then he goes even further and you breathe, knowing you're about to start gagging, your jaw aching. You can see him watching you, waiting until the exact moment it becomes too much for you, but you hold on for as long as you can. You reach your limit, tapping on his thigh, but he keeps you there for one second, two, before he lets you pull off, and you inhale hurriedly, staring up at him, panting, feeling saliva drip down your chin, wiping it off with one careless hand, moaning as you suck him back into your mouth, eager for more.

There's someone behind you, pulling down your panties, and you don't even have to look to know it's Kyle, shifting your legs enough that he can remove your underwear, arching your back and moving your knees apart so he can see you, touch you. He briefly rubs your clit, then slips two fingers into you, moving them slowly in and out, and you whine around Bobby's cock.

Bobby's grip on you tightens, not letting you lose focus, and it's not so easy, because now Kyle's got one hand on your hip, and he's sliding his cock inside you and Bobby's still in your mouth and you're so filled by them you have to close your eyes, try not to lose it right now.

"Fuck," you hear someone say, softly, and it's Roddy, of course it is, and it only makes it even better, knowing he's watching, seeing this for the first time.

For what feels like a split second, nothing happens, and it's as if everyone in the room is holding their breath, the collective anticipation about to spill over into something beyond your control, but then Kyle starts to fuck you, hard, and you're stroking up and down Bobby's shaft, getting as much of him into your mouth as you can. You listen to the noises they're both making, to your own whimpers as you suck, balancing your arms on Bobby's thighs so you can push back into Kyle's thrusts, and it's so fucking good.

They come at almost exactly the same time, Kyle slamming into you with a desperate-sounding, drawn-out moan and Bobby shooting off into your throat. You struggle to swallow it all, but he doesn't release you until he's done, tenderly caressing your face as you cough a little, catching your breath, smiling at him. Kyle pulls out of you, slapping your ass affectionately, and you sit back, feeling thoroughly used but still not fully satisfied, nervous energy thrumming through you.

"Why don't you go show Roddy how much we appreciate him?" Adam says.

"Sure," you say, but you don't move, trying to gather yourself, taking a minute, though it seems Adam's not willing to wait.

"Now," he tells you, in a tone of impatient command.

So you crawl over to Roddy, who's still standing in the middle of the room, eyes practically glazed over with awe, or lust, or something, and you're guessing he's not going to take the initiative, so you simply pull down his shorts. His cock is as upright and stupidly, blandly handsome as the rest of him, and right now it's so hard you almost wince to see it. But you still hesitate, looking up at him, questioning, asking permission, and he gives you a tiny nod. You nod back, understanding, and you lean in closer, tongue flicking lightly over the tip of his cock, bringing it to your lips as you suck the head into your mouth. "God," you hear him whisper, and you can feel the others behind you, watching, three sets of eyes with a presence so intense it prickles over your skin like a wave of heat.

You love this, being the focus of their attention, their desire fuelling you, gathering between your legs and you have to breathe in, concentrating on Roddy, not allowing yourself to be distracted. He's letting you set the pace, but you can tell he's already too far gone to make this last, so you only do as much as you need to get him off, holding on to his hips, mouth moving up and down over him. He rests one tentative hand in your hair, and you smile to yourself, tonguing the sweet spot under his head before you go down again, feeling his body start tense up under your hands. He goes to push you off as he finishes, so polite about it it's almost endearing, but you don't move, remaining in place and swallowing down every last drop of his come.

And you've barely even moved back off him, let him slip from your mouth, before Adam says, "My turn."

He's already taken off his jeans and he's ready, cock erect in front of him, his arms outstretched either side of him along the back of the back of the couch, lips curled up into his customary smug smirk and he's so hot you feel your cunt pulse with need at just the sight of him.

You climb into his lap, knees either side of his thighs, and he grins at you as you hold his cock, guiding him to your entrance and then slowly lowering yourself down onto him. He exhales as you settle yourself, shifting your pelvis and tightening the muscles of your cunt around him, watching as his smirk fades into something more open, desire written over his face like something so naked it's almost obscene.

"Yeah, baby," he murmurs, and you start to ride him, your rhythm at first measured, circling your hips in just the right way. You force yourself to be patient, letting the feeling build, but Adam's breathing suddenly deepens and he grabs hold of you, roughly thrusting up into you as you move on him.

You bite your lip, and you want to close your eyes but Adam shakes his head. "Look at me," he says. "I want to see you." He does that, every time, needing the connection it seems to bring, and sometimes it feels like too much, as if you're too exposed to him, but tonight it's exactly what you want. You hold on as you both go harder, getting the angle just right, and you're close, so close, and just when you think you won't be able to bear it any longer, you're falling into it, Adam's eyes burning into yours as you both come, the intensity between you overwhelming, even as the feeling starts to fade.

You climb off him, your legs shaking enough that you can only collapse down onto the couch next to him. Adam pulls you into a loose embrace, tangling you up in his arms and kissing you gently, and you probably still taste of come, but he doesn't seem to care.

"So..." you hear Roddy say, and both you and Adam pull back, looking across at him. "Is this a regular thing?"

"Pretty regular," Adam replies with a shrug, that casual, assured composure completely back in place.

"I guess you're really one of us now," says Bobby.

"Yeah," agrees Roddy and he's smiling. "I guess I am."

"Welcome," Kyle says with a laugh.

"Thanks," Roddy replies. He's still standing there, still slightly awkward, as if he's not sure what to do with his hands. "That was... quite the welcome."

"Come here," you tell him, patting the couch beside you. He glances at Adam, who nods in approval, and he walks over, sitting himself down with a sigh.

You lean towards him, needing to touch him, licking his neck, running your hand up under his shirt and over his abs, and Adam keeps his arms around you, watching.

"How long till the match?" Kyle asks. He's sitting sprawled out on the floor, pants still halfway down his thighs, his cock hanging out ungracefully. It's kind of hot, though, to see him like that, so spent and relaxed, so unashamed.

"We've got a couple of hours," Bobby answers.

"I think we can find a few ways to pass the time." Adam kisses your shoulder, and says, "Don't you think, baby?"

"Yeah," you agree with a smile. "I think we can."

#ohnojustwrites #wwe imagines #wwe smut #adam cole #adam cole imagine #kyle o'reilly #kyle o'reilly imagine #bobby fish #bobby fish imagine #roderick strong #roderick strong imagine

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shownuslaugh · 6 years ago

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Humble (Part 1)

“...She’s the closest thing North America has to actual royalty.”

Maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe you need to be brought down a few notches.

Maybe you need to be humbled.

You hate travelling. You hate flying. After it’s all said and done, you’re left feeling sick and irritable, ready to tell your father you’re done with all of it. Yet there are some trips you just can’t resist taking. When your father’s- technically your whole family’s, you suppose- press secretary came to you with an invitation to visit SM Entertainment not even an hour after you gave an interview where you expressed interest in the South Korean music industry, you knew you couldn’t turn it down. For one, you were scheduled to meet with President Moon on behalf of your father later in the month, so you would already be in South Korea. Secondly, meeting some of SM’s employees and learning about the company itself could only help your newest project.

So, off you went.

“Do we need to go over the itinerary again?” Jack, a longtime friend of your family, and your father’s most trusted senior aide, takes a seat beside you on the plane. His eyes never look up from the over packed, over highlighted schedule carefully crafted for the month you’ll spend in Seoul.

“No.” But you know he’ll do it anyway.

“When we land you’ll be greeted by President Moon,” he launches wholeheartedly into his relay of events. “Remember to bow. You won’t shake hands unless he offers, and-”

“Jack,” you put your hand on his shoulder to stop him before he launches into a fit. “This isn’t my first time here or meeting President Moon. I know what to do.”

“Fine. Tell me what we’re doing next then.”

“Next is breakfast with President Moon and his family. After that we go back to our hotel and rest for a bit before going to Yongsan Garrison and meeting with some of the troops there.”

“Then?”

You huff in annoyance. “Then that’s it for today. Tomorrow we go to SM Entertainment and meet with Lee SooMan and whoever else he wants to introduce me to.”

Jack smiles, looking pleased with himself. He knows he’s annoyed you and gotten under your skin, but that’s how your relationship has always been. He pushes, you pull, both of you fall.

“We land in an hour.” He checks your appearance from head to toe with a grimace. “You might want to freshen up. I think Marie has your outfit ready and Roderick is ready to touch up your hair and makeup.”

When you don’t move, Jack rolls his eyes. “Well? What are you waiting for? I told you we land in an hour.”

You look out the window of the plane with a sudden sense of trepidation. You’ve been doing this for practically your entire life, watching your father go from mayor, to senator, to governor, to vice president, to president. Something about this trip feels different, though. You can’t really put your finger on it. There’s just this sense of wrong in the air that presses on your chest.

Or maybe the plane is just crashing.

Who knows?

“Go get ready,” Jack tells you when you don’t say anything to him.

You mock him silently, twisting your face into an ugly mimicry of his. You’re a grown woman who knows what she’s doing. Not a child that needs to be reminded how to behave every ten seconds.

“I saw that.” Jack doesn’t look up from his clipboard.

~~~

All of your meetings for the day go off without a hitch. President Moon was as happy as he always is to see you, asking after your family when the cameras went away during breakfast. After that, touring Yongsan Garrison was equally as pleasurable. Part of you wished for more time, but you knew you’d manage to squeeze some in later in the month. At least… if things went well. Which there’s no reason they wouldn’t. Right? You honestly aren’t sure.

You’ve always been the type to lend a hand. To help others. It’s just who you are. Your heart is often in the right place, but sometimes your head isn’t. Sometimes when all you mean is to help you end up hurting people you never intended. It’s why so many of your projects fail in the long run.

But this project…

This project can’t fail.

There’s too much at stake.

People’s lives are at stake.

“Hey,” Jack elbows you, pulling you from your thoughts. “When we get to the hotel, go right to bed. Don’t try exploring. We have an early start in the morning. They’re expecting us at SM at eight sharp.”

“Why so early?”

“Because you have lunch with Lee EunKyung at noon.”

“So we hit the ground running with this.”

Jack cuts off the screen of his phone, ignoring the conversation he’d been having with his assistant to look at you. “Isn’t that what you wanted? To honor your friend?”

“Yes.”

“Then it should be obvious we’re getting this started as soon as possible. Someone with your power and prestige getting involved with an organization like this is going to mean so much. It’ll show a true desire for reform.”

You look down at your hands folded across your lap. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am.” Jack goes back to his phone. “Stop frowning. You’ll get wrinkles.”

The next day you’re woken up at four a.m. on the dot by Jack. He swarms in your room with an army of stylists, makeup artists, hair dressers, and the First Family’s private photographers. Without a word, Jack shoves a cup of Starbucks coffee in your hand and starts reading off your itinerary. He blows through it without issue; however, your brain is still foggy from sleep and you don’t catch onto anything except the two words SM Entertainment. It’s the only thing you can focus on as you’re shoved into a nicely pressed cream colored dress and made up like a doll.

“If we don’t leave in five minutes we’ll be late, and I refuse to allow that.” Jack waves away the photographers and stylists. “Her makeup and hair should be understated anyway. This is an official visit. Not some celebrity photo op. Plus, I’m sure Miss Lee would appreciate having lunch with an actual human as opposed to a celebrity. Something tells me she’s had her fill.”

“But,” Tati- your favorite makeup artist- says with a frown. “She is a celebrity. She’s the First Daughter.”

Jack gives her an unamused look. “Yes. Everyone knows who she is. She doesn’t need everything caked on and done up to stand out and be beautiful. Hurry up and finish.”

Everything becomes a blur of motion and noise. You’re rushed from your hotel room, to the car, to SM Entertainment. In the back of your head you can hear the sirens of your police escort, but you can only focus on the hum of Jack’s voice in your ear.

“We were emailed last night with a list of names.” Jack looks over his notes as he speaks to you. “There have been a few changes as to who will be with President Lee while he takes you on the tour. We have our own interpreters of course, but he insisted on wanting a few of his artists to be there as well.”

“For me to speak with after.”

“Yes. Originally it was meant to be a few kids named Johnny, Amber, and Wendy. They changed it last minute, so now we’re stuck with someone named…” Jack flips through a few pages. “Siwon Choi.”

You shake your head. “Who’s that?”

“Super Junior member, around your age, active with UNICEF and a few other charity organizations, rich.”

“Sounds like he’s exactly your type, Jackie.”

Jack snorts. “Please. These Korean boys are too pretty for me. I like ‘em rugged.”

The car comes to a stop and the sirens fade away. Jack looks at you, quirking a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

He nods to the driver and your door opens. Early morning sunlight pours into the heavily tented car. You sigh in relief, loving the warmth of the sun on your chilled skin. Jack slides out before you, offering you his arm and tucking you close- but not too close- to his side. He leaves just enough room for you to be seen by everyone (including the cameras and photographers), but stays close enough to your side that he can cover you if something goes wrong.

Plus, the two of you look damn good standing beside each other.

“President Lee.” You smile brightly and bow at the waist. Your Korean is passable, but any in depth conversation will require an interpreter. “Lovely to meet you.”

Lee SooMan smiles back at you and says, “Thank you for accepting our invitation. I would like to introduce you to one of our artists: Choi Siwon.” He gestures to the tall man at his right.

You look Siwon up and down, from head to toe. Jack has a point about pretty boys, you realize. Siwon is tall and slightly muscular, but his features are a tad bit delicate. He’s got a sharp jawline and a nice smile as well. He’s very… pretty.

“Oh, yes, I heard he would be joining us.” You bow to Siwon. “Lovely to meet you as well.”

The look he gives you is equal parts curious and annoyed, leaving you wondering what you did wrong.

Just get through this tour with him, you tell yourself. Don’t let this first impression leave a bad taste in your mouth. Be polite. Be interested.

“Please,” SooMan says. “Follow me.”

~~~

“Ah! Siwon!” Shindong waves at Siwon who is grumpily making his way over. “What’s that look for?”

“She’s spoiled,” Siwon mutters as he walks back inside the studio, loosening his tie and taking a seat beside Leeteuk. “She has no sense of her position in society. I’ve never met someone more obtuse and-”

“Hot,” Shindong adds in. “She’s hot as hell, bro.”

Siwon can’t argue. When he first saw you stand there beside President Lee, he was taken aback by your easy grace and warm smile. It was only when you opened your mouth that the illusion was shattered so completely.

“Looks don’t mean much if there’s nothing substantial behind them.”

Leeteuk grins crookedly. “Don’t be pouty just because she’s not what you expected. At least we got to meet her. She’s the closest thing North America has to actual royalty.”

Maybe that’s the problem.

Maybe you need to be brought down a few notches.

Maybe you need to be humbled.

“Hey, I know that look.” Leeteuk points to Siwon’s face. “Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. Don’t bother someone above you. She doesn’t have time for whatever little game you want to play.”

“Did you know she’s coming back tomorrow?” Siwon taps his fingers against the arm of his chair. “President Lee invited her to meet all of us.”

Shindong’s eyes widen. “Really?”

“Yes.”

Leeteuk tries to hide his dopey grin but fails. “You don’t think she agreed because she has a crush on one of us, do you?”

“No way! Hyung, why would she like any of us? She’s a president’s daughter. She probably has a ton of rich men begging for her. We’re nothing compared to that.” Shindong sighs. “It’s a nice dream though.”

“You never know. Miss Universe is a fan.”

Siwon makes an annoyed noise. “I would take Miss Universe over that woman any day. President’s daughter or not.”

Shindong and Leeteuk share a look. It’s not that often someone gets under Siwon’s skin like this. In fact, it almost never happens.

“What did she do that’s so terrible?” Leeteuk tilts his head to the side. “Was she rude?”

“Hyung, don’t worry about it. I’m sure the rest of you will like her.”

#super junior imagine #siwon imagine #super junior fanfic #choi siwon fanfiction #choi siwon imagine #humble masterlist

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ascreamingstrawberry · 7 years ago

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The HS/College Rent AU I Came Up With While Writing the Last Post

We’re just gonna refer to it as ‘the school’ b/c I can’t see a hs actually doing rent????? at least not in my old school district. This definitely didn’t come about because I’m wearing out my musical playlist on Spotify again what do you meannnnnnn anyone into the headcannon that is already becoming a fic that I’m definitely starting.....

NOTE : I just wanted to say first off I know that Tom Collins is typically played by an African American, and Angel by a Latino. However I’ve seen productions without these specifications, but this hc/fic is by no means meant to erase any character’s ethnicity, it’s just for the sanders sides hc/fic.

Roman

freshman,

red hair dye. kinda like jacksepticeye’s old haircut but red

soooo pissed he didn’t get Roger or Mark

in fact Mark is being played by a female??????

schools never has enough males for the parts they need

the only other option would’ve been giving Angel to a female, and the director did not want to send that message

which Roman kinda gets

And as Lo explained his father (the director) didn't give leads to freshmen

so he could consider himself lucky he even got Collins

*smart logan voice* who is only in 3 or 4 less songs than Mark or Roger, because Roger has one more song than Mark,

roman’s face definitely doesn’t do the little ‘aw’ (like seeing virge in his xmas sweater) when he realizes his best friend like counted them out to know that

(b.c even tho logan wouldn’t tell him he totally thinks romans deserved roger or mark too)

he and logan go way back, like middle school. roman’s always at the sanders house like every other day because his parents just yell at him for every little thing even if his brother started it

Collins couldn’t be too bad, he could finally play in a gay relationship on stage,

and he’d be able to show off his lower voice range bc most of his other parts were leads and most male leads are tenors

so offended princey aside, Roman Prince is so ready to knock this role out of the park

and he walks in first rehearsal and the Angel they cast causes his little gay heart to almost combust on sight

Patton

freshman as well, new to school with his little brother

“pat, you’re ten minutes older than me”

“still older, virge” (frustrated virgil noises)

doesn’t really like acting, he gets kinda emotional when things are sad but then sometimes forgets to not smile in the middle of a fighting scene, patton

this boy can SING tho

like his tenor is good and all

but THIS MAN’S FALSETTO

soooo of course Thom-er Mr. Sanders cast him as Angel

he’s just so delightful!

he comes into first rehearsal in this cute blue dress and totally doesn’t notice Virgil watching from the last row,

but he can’t focus on that because LOOK AT THAT CUTE GUY SITTING ALL BY HIMSELF

makes a lot of ‘friends’ with everybody but when nobody jumps at the idea of a groupchat or to hang out this weekend he’s totally not sad what do you mean virgil!

and they’re both ready to wait outside for their parents who are super supportive and give them lots of free reign because they’re kinda never there but that’s ok!

but then the cute guy that patton sat like two feet from the entire rehearsal bc he looked lonely comes over and is like ‘I'm not cool or anything but we’re gonna be in a lot of scenes together so if you wanted to, i’d love to hang’

and patton’s heart does the EHEHEH thing, and virgil has to do the *shoulder push* to get patton to give him his number

Virgil

needs to protect his big brother

bc this is a new school and who knows what bullies will be lurking to try and try to ruin his brother’s big heart

didn’t want to take a music class bc he likes to listening to music but he’d rather just listen or draw

then mr sanders, head of the arts dept. catches him watching the first rehearsal

mr. sanders says he has to do something to satisfy the music credit and oh hey my musical is looking for a piano player

fine, virgil spits out, but lowkey glad bc he likes piano he just doesn’t like somebody telling him how to do it and ruining it

but as he’s given the sheet music he just goes ballistic, the fast tempos are oddly relaxing, and the rock feeling just soothes him

so he thinks ah this won’t be too bad

and he walks in to the second rehearsal, and he’s watching his brother kinda twirl on the stage just a few minutes before it’s supposed to start

and he notices that other freshman, Roderick? Ramen? Roman? come in and standing next to him is the hottest nerd he’s ever seen

and that nerd plops down next to mr sanders whose just getting there and mumbles a ‘hey dad’ but virgil catches it

and oh god he’s fucked, he thinks to himself as he stares at the keys for the rest of the rehearsal

Deceit

is stage manager

just wants to go home

and is a sophomore but hangs out with freshman, just not in the arts dept.

but he watches this horrifically adorable freshman in a dress try to talk to a junior and he thinks, oh god these kids are gonna get eaten alive

sassy af

no i have not seen your prop that is definitely not on the table you just walked by three times without checking Jessica

is always hanging upside down?

.like you’re just like ‘Deceit where are you there’s a prop malfunction?’

‘oh yay’ and then he’s doing a backflip off the railing of the pulley system

comforting when needs to be bc some actors need love while others need a stick up their as-

DECIET LANGUAGE! yeah like that one. that one needs love.

“i fucked up my line, deceit!” “no one probably even noticed!”

“my hair is a mess” “no it’s not its fine”

makes his assit. stage manag. do dumb tasks like polish the piano keys bc “i can handle it myself”

he can’t

gets stressed but ‘i’m fine, where’s our mimi, light my candle is starting’

Logan

son of the director, Thomas Sanders

went to audition for the musical to support roman but he heard one comment about getting in bc of his dad and he dipped

told his dad he just wasn’t one for that stuff and was only doing it for roman

tried to ignore the disappointed look in his dad’s eyes even when Thomas was smiling

asked him to be dramaturg instead

mildly happy Thomas and Logan shared smile

sits by his dad first rehearsal,

watches roman,

hides his smile at roman’s first read through already being in character

groans as he listens to roman talk about the cute boy’s number he got

comes into rehearsal the next time and stops bc THE PIANO GUY

*windows error noise*

slaps roman’s arm a bunch of times

roman asks him what, and logan can just kinda point in virgil’s direction

and while logan goes home that night and compiles a very detailed powerpoint as to why his dad should let him be assistant stage manager

conveniently leaving out how the assistant works with the pit

roman goes home and compiles everything he could ever possibly find on virgil foster

and omg he’s patton’s brother what?

how could anyone tell under all that purple hair dye???

and he definitely doesn’t send mr sanders a texts

YOUR SON’S GOT A CRUSH MAKE HIM AS.ST.MAN.AHHH

roman is practically logan’s brother so Thomas is just like ok son

but Thomas makes logan give his case first

and then says ‘fine but you gotta do what deceit says’

and logan’s like well shit if imma die might as well do it looking at the cutest punk ever

next rehearsal he’s just like hello i am new assistant stage manager

and virgil looks him up and down and just goes ‘cute’

and virgil is dying on the inside but logan doesn’t know that

all he sees is that sauve boy making him windows error noise

Thomas

just wants his son happy

just wants his son’s friends and crush happy

just wants his musical to go well

#thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #good deceit #platonic logicality #platonic logince #platonic moxiety #platonic prinxiety #royality sanders #analogical sanders #rent au #high school au #college au #sanders sides #sanders sides au

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mycasandstarrs · 6 years ago

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SPN 8x23: “Sacrifice”

THE ROAD SO FAR: Kicking ass, taking names. Dean got out of Purgatory. Sam hit a dog. Kevin discovered the way to close the Gates of Hell forever. Abaddon is in the wind. Naomi mind-controlled Cas. The trials are “purifying” Sam. Metatron. Crowley is putting the Winchesters in a difficult place. What will they do now?

(Set to the show’s official/unofficial theme song.)

Aww Jody!

Roderick. Crowley used his human middle name as an alias.

Why must I always be reminded of what Jody went through?

Man, Jody was just trying to get back on the dating scene. She didn’t deserve to almost die.

“You have less than one minute before a very dear, attractive, and slightly tipsy friend of yours snuffs it.”

“Call it off, Crowley.”

“Because?”

“Because it's over, you son of a bitch. We want to deal.”

Did the Winchesters already have their plan?

“First, I need to hear two little words -- I surrender.”

The show never let us hear Dean say “I surrender”. Good.

Nice location.

“You hid the Demon Tablet underneath the devil? Seriously?”

Sam looking like a real supermodel.

“All right, listen, this is a secret lair. You understand me? No keggers.” Kevin’s our next guest in the Bunker.

Houston, Texas. (Aaayyyy, my hometown!)

“What was he like?”

“Who? Oh. God? Mm, pretty much like you'd expect. Larger-than-life, gruff, bit of a sexist. But fair -- eminently fair.”

Hmm. I’d say that’s a good description.

The second “angel trial”: retrieve Cupid’s bow.

:Cas didn’t want to kill again.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

At Bobby’s old scrapyard. (I bet it was Crowley’s idea to meet up here.)

There’s Bobby’s car. :( (Isn’t there any way they can take it with them and have it at the Bunker?)

“You know why I always defeat you? It's your humanity. It's a built-in handicap.“ Huh, didn’t Soulless Sam say something similar?

Who’s plan was this?

“Sooner or later, you're gonna have to face it -- you're ours. Which means that your demon ass is going to be a mortal ass pretty damn quick.”

“What's he mouthing on about?”

“You're the third trial, Crowley.”

Oohh!!!

“Would you say that you're looking for, uh, a partner in crime... ...or, uh, someone who's into nurse role-play and light domination?”

“Brother, it's 10:00 a.m. on a Tuesday.”

I love Cas.

(Okay, but tell me that doesn’t describe Destiel. Partners in crime, where one is into nurse role-play, Cas, and light domination, Dean.)

NOO, NOT THE BARTENDER.

“Stop. Please, Castiel, don't make this any worse. Please.”

“How you feeling?”

“Honestly, for the first time in a long time, it feels like we're gonna win. I'm good.”

Aww.

“You ever, uh -- you ever done the ‘forgive me, father’ before?”

“Well, once, when we were kids.”

What did Sam say back then?

“I have no clue what to say now.”

“Well, I mean, I could give you suggestions if you want.”

“O-okay. Yeah, sure.”

“All right. Well, I'm just spit-balling here, but if I were you, uh... Ruby, killing Lilith, letting Lucifer out, losing your soul, not looking for me when I went to Purgatory--”

Yeah Sam, you got a list.

“Well, that was you.”

“...Carry on.”

Pfftt.

We won’t get to see Dean’s confessional until S10, I think.

“Okay, um...if anybody's listening, here goes.” I would’ve liked to have seen Sam’s confession.

Cas has come to Dean for help.

Metatron, meet Naomi.

Who would’ve known that between these two evils, Naomi was the lesser one?

"Of the blessings set before you, make your choice and be content." I do like that.

“Metatron, the guy who was full-on crazy, cat-lady-hoarder angel yesterday -- now he wants to save Heaven?”

“Yes, he wants to. But I'm the only one in who can. I can't fail, Dean, not on this one. I need your help.”

NOOO. What did I say about being the “only one” being shady??

“Now, if anybody needs a chaperone while doing the heavy lifting, it's Sam.” Of course that’s when Sam had to walk in.

“Start the injections now. If I'm not back in eight hours, finish it, no questions, no hesitation.”

The third trial has officially begun.

“According to your own words this morning...this is not what I do. It's what I did. You told me I was out, Dean.”

“There is no out. Only duty.” Damn, Cas.

“...until the day you cease to exist, and then another Prophet takes your place.”

I love that Cas has to add that technicality.

Owww, Crowley! That hurt me.

He got a good amount of blood too.

Oh, we ‘bout to get it!!

“Your, uh, buddy over there thinks you saved his life.” AWW. Cas probably went over and healed him after the angels had left.

This could’ve been one of the last times Dean and Cas have a conversation...and it’s about whether Cas might die soon.

“So this is it? E.T. goes home.” You know damn well Cas doesn’t understand pop culture.

Gail, our Cupid.

“Damn, that's sweet.” “ Damn, that's sweet.”

There it was.

"Nice to Be with You” by Gallery.

Dean’s just in total awe.

I’m so proud my hometown is canonically the location of that scene.

Crowley would be singing that song. “Changes” by David Bowie.

“Hello, boys.”

Ouch. There went Sam.

“Give us your bow.” Slow your roll, Cas.

“Talk first, stab later.”

“Do you know what I find the most shocking about time-traveling through a closet and landing in the year 2013? Somebody thought it was a good idea to make you the King of Hell.”

“Right now, you and I are gonna talk about regime change.”

Burned Abaddon to a crisp. Good job, Sam.

Cas acquires cupid’s bow.

“...to sit at God's feet, to be asked to write down his word? The ache I felt when he was gone, telling myself, "Father's left, but look what he's left us -- paradise." But you and your Archangels couldn't leave well enough alone. You ran me from my home. Did you really think you could do all of that to me and there'd be no payback?”

Naomi ain’t buying it...but she seems to have figured out what he’s really up to.

Oh, is this the scene with Crowley?

It is!

“We just shared a foxhole, you and I. We beat back the Tet Offensive, outrun the --the Rape of Nanking together! And still you're gonna do me like this?! Aah! Aah! ‘Band of Brothers’? ‘The Pacific’? None of this means anything to you? All those motels, you never once watched HBO, not once? ‘Girls’? You're my Marnie, Moose. A-and Hannah -- she just --she needs to be loved. She deserves it.”

Wow. Fine acting form Mark Sheppard there.

“Would it be possible, Moose...I'd like...to ask you a-a favor, Sam. Earlier, when you were confessing back there...what did you say? I only ask because, given my history...it raises the question... Where do I start...to even look for forgiveness?” Mark Sheppard is truly doing a great job.

Human!Crowley was wonderful.

“Come on, Kev! We're on the one-yard line here.”

“Okay, a-and I should have mentioned this six months ago, but the sports metaphors -- y-you want to motivate me, "Magic" cards, "Skyrim," Aziz Ansari.”

“What? Yeah, I don't know what those words mean.”

Pfft.

“Metatron isn't trying to fix anything. He's trying to break it -- an act of revenge for driving him away.”

“Break it how?”

“Expel all Angels from Heaven, just as God cast out Lucifer.”

“Cast you out? To where? Hell?”

“Here. Thousands of us, walking the Earth.”

Naomi’s telling the truth.

Dean can stop a powerful warrior with one touch.

“If Sam completes those trials, he is going to die.” Oh dear.

“I will listen.”

“Dean, I'm not wrong. I'm going to fix my home.” I’m not sure which I consider more painful: that Cas was wrong, or that Cas still considered heaven his home.

Now knowing that Naomi’s still alive, it’s kinda obvious that a drill to the head wouldn’t have killed her and she was just catatonic here.

“She told you I lied, didn't she? You should've listened to the bitch.” Metatron, you asshole.

“What's going on? Where's Cas?!”

“Metatron lied. You finish this trial, you're dead, Sam.”

“So?”

That one little word shattered my heart.

“These were never trials, Castiel. This is a spell. And what I'm taking from you now -- your essence, your Grace -- is the last piece.”

The moment that changed Cas forever.

“Think about it. Think about what we know, huh? Pulling souls from Hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a Hellhound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here.” 2 of these 3 things will come back. They’ll work a case that involves killing a hellhound in S12, and even sooner than that, they’ll cure demon!Dean.

“You want to know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let you down. I can't do that again. What happens when you've decided I can't be trusted again?”

(So Sam was jealous of Cas?)

“Hold on, hold on! You seriously think that? Because none of it -- none of it -- is true. Listen, man, I know we've had our disagreements, okay? Hell, I know I've said some junk that set you back on your heels. But, Sammy...come on. I killed Benny to save you. I'm willing to let this bastard and all the sons of bitches that killed mom walk because of you. Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you.”

Dean loves his little kid brother very much, and it is the backbone of this show.

“Hey, listen,we will figure it out, okay, just like we always do. Come on.”

“Castiel?! Where the hell are you?” Cas can’t come to the phone right now.

And where the hell was Kevin gonna go??

What a tragic and beautiful shot.

“Angels. They’re falling.”

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 8x23 #sacrifice #season finales are always a doozy

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notgettingawaythistime · 6 years ago

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STUDY: Captain Roderick L. Rusthaven

tagged by @strongestrider (sort of)

— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE ?

He’s tall. Over 6ft, actually.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ?

He has no problem with his height. Then again, he’s used to it by now. The Captain’s always been big for his age.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE ?

Very short and dark. As a child, it used to be wavier, but it’s been cropped so short you’d never be able to tell. It’s quite thick, too; which you would be able to tell if you touched it, but the Captain only lets his family do that.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING ?

He spends more time on his mustache than his hair. The latter needs to be cut once a month (not that it grows much in that time, but the Captain doesn’t want to chance it). The former requires daily maintenance, and the Captain’s only too happy to do it.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ?

He doesn’t care about it to the extent that it’s his top priority, but he does care about looking presentable. He won’t leave the house looking scruffy, even on his days off. He washes regularly. But if he’s needed urgently, whether to save someone or stop a robbery, he’s not going to care as much about his appearance.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS ? Outdoors.

▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE ? Sunshine.

▸ FOREST OR BEACH ? Forest, no question.

▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS ? Precious metals; they’re more practical, in his opinion.

▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES ? For him? Neither. For someone else? Flowers. Easier to get hold of and you can rarely go wrong with them.

▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE ? Looks are what he’ll notice first, but personality is what will make or break a relationship with him.

▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD ? Alone. He’s picky about the company he keeps.

▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY ? Order, without question.

▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES ? Painful truths, because they’re easier for him to deliver.

▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC ? If he had to choose, science; at least you can make some sense of it, which he can’t say about magic.

▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT ? He’d say peace, but he’s the kind of person who gets drawn into conflict.

▸ NIGHT OR DAY ? Day

▸ DUSK OR DAWN ? Dawn.

▸ WARMTH OR COLD ? Warmth

▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS ? Definitely a few close friends. He’s not good at making them so he appreciates the ones he has.

▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME ? Depends on the game.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS ?

Losing his temper easily, lashing out when he’s angry, shooting first and asking questions later (although he’s not as bad at this as he used to be), struggling to admit when he’s wrong, charging in when he’s convinced he’s right, not being able to talk about his feelings, following orders without question, not being very open-minded, holding grudges

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM ? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM ?

He’s lost plenty. First, his father; although he was six months old and obviously doesn’t remember the man, his absence had an impact on the Captain’s life and the way he raises his own children. His paternal grandfather was his first “father figure”, and his death, when the Captain was eight, hit him hard. Numerous men in the Royal Guard, the most notable being Gerard Wexley, one of the first friends he ever had. These deaths were the first human ones the Captain ever bore witness to; even when he didn’t know the man that well, it was still a shock to him and his way of dealing with that contributed to his philosophy of focusing on the here and now.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS ?

His first kill - a squirrel - on a hunting trip with his grandfather. A snowy Christmas with his mother, building a snow fort while she tried to hit him with snowballs (a rare happy, carefree moment for her). Sitting in the mess hall with Wexley, Tranur, Gordon and the other men who joined up with him, feeling like he had friends for the first time in his life. Cassandra calling him “Daddy” for the first time. The day she managed to really hold her own against him during their sparring sessions. The first time he ever rode a horse. Becoming the captain. Walking into his own house for the first time. Holding his newborn son for the first time. Holding his wife after telling her he loved her. Leaving the church on his wedding day. Sitting on a fallen tree in the forest, watching the sunset.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL ?

It’s easier than it used to be, and it’s easier still when he’s angry or believes killing is justified (or, god forbid, both). However, the Captain tries not to kill for the sake of it. When they went hunting for the first time, his grandfather told him that killing wasn’t supposed to be easy; taking a life shouldn’t be done casually (given that they were hunting, this was more than a little hypocritical. But still). This is a philosophy the Captain has tried to stick to over the years, and one of many things he’s taught Cassandra.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN ?

It’s not pretty. He loses his shit. He punches the wall, he curses, sometimes he stamps his foot. Then, once the anger’s all spent, he just collapses. He’ll lean against the wall or slump into a chair, often with his head in his hands. He will try his hardest not to do this in front of people.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE ?

He’d say yes, but he’s not. It doesn’t matter how much he trusts the person; there’s a part of him that’s fiercely independent and doesn’t like the thought of putting his life in another person’s hands.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE ?

He probably won’t share it with other people, but he’ll try to show affection to her in his own way. He’ll look out for her. He’ll remember her birthday and personal preferences. He’ll always be on time and he’ll never be unfaithful. If the relationship goes on, he’ll become more relaxed around her and more open (as relaxed and open as he can get, anyway).

Tagging: @fleurdesxleil, @the-alchemical-key, @twin-mercenaries (for Soren), @thegoofyholler (Hans)

#meme

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spaceorphan18 · 6 years ago

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Finding Kurt Hummel: Homecoming

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6x02: Homecoming

I really need to knock the rest of these out -- hopefully soon I will! But man, there’s a lot more in season 6 than you might realize. A lot of these episodes are pretty packed.

At the beginning of the episode, we get a lot more Blaine-meta-ish things, and the one thing I’d like to pull from it is that Blaine’s getting therapy. Yup, that’s right, both these boys are getting their heads checked by a professional - and that’s a good thing! Look, I don’t think Kurt and Blaine are going to live a 100% perfect and happy life- no couple can accomplish that, but the fact that they’re both trying to better themselves is a huge thing, and recognizing that is a step forward in becoming adults (I mean, not even adults make the best choices to better their mental health). So yeah, they might not patch up things perfectly, but I think there’s a lot of subtext (cause Glee’s always been subtext) that shows they’re both in better places by the time season 6 starts.

The New Monday Night Dinner

So, because Will is a character again (ug) we start having Monday night dinners at his place (ug, ug). Okay, it’s not really that - but he’s supposedly having all the show choir directors over for a friendly chat? How convenient that they’re all former students. And why is Sam there? You know what - I’m not gonna think too hard about this.

The main thing is that Rachel and Kurt are already having issues being co-directors because it’s Rachel and Kurt.

And then Blaine arrives and Kurt feels super awkward about it. I mean how do you act when you’ve dumped the person you love the most in the world and now have to be in a semi-casual social situation with them with your former teacher, former roommate whom your ex once made out with and who will some day carry your child, and former dude whom you both had a crush on. This show is weird guys.

Anyway, Kurt’s actually happy to see Blaine - even if Blaine is totally ignoring Kurt’s there. And then Will turns the conversation to ‘everyone be nice to each other’, which lasts about five seconds when they try to give Blaine some advice about a girl being in the Warblers and Blaine is unsure about it. It’s awkward. But hanging out with your ex whom you aren’t actually speaking to at this moment is always gonna be awkward.

Getting the Gang Back Together

Um, what even is this outfit trying to say, Kurt? Are you the colorful walking dead?

Anyway - Rachel and Kurt start their tenure as semi-teachers by organizing sheet music. And let’s just say it -- they both have the most absurd way of doing it. Just -- no, genre than artist, that’s it you weirdos. But of course, Kurt would do it by emotion.

You know what - say what you will about Kurt and Blaine’s communication -- Rachel and Kurt have by far less communication going on. They’ve worked for two hours at ‘organization’ before they realized they were doing two different things. Oh Hummelberry.

Anyway, we get another argument from them - cause that’s what they do best. And Kurt basically says what should have been said hours ago - that this is pointless without members. However, if he’s doing his work study here (don’t ask me to define what exactly his work study is - I don’t get it either), shouldn’t he be proactive, too, in getting kids to sign up? And what’s with the defeatist attitude Kurt? Kid’s still got issues relating to his break-up.

(It’s also times like these that I do wish we had gotten a final career related story for Kurt, but alas, all the things we never had).

Anyway, Kurt storms out as he usually does when having a fight and made his point.

So - after a scene of Rachel following a disembodied voice to the men’s locker room -- we get Kurt meeting her in the auditorium and, sigh, apologizing for hurting her feelings. Again. Cause he’s never done that before.

I think I’m tired of Hummelberry, guys.

Anyway - weirdly, he apologizes for the things he said in the previous scene about her life. Which, um, is weird - cause he didn’t actually take any personal shots at her -- which means they edited out some extra dialogue. Man, I wish they had left that in - but can’t be too mean to Rachel.

Anyway - Rachel says, yeah, they have to be proactive in getting people to join us - so she’s pulled in some favors. Idk why Kurt is so -- who did you bring in Rachel?!? He could have easily figured it out.

Well everyone is all the former cast members who are still living and aren’t really part of the main cast anymore. It’s Homecoming - so it seems fitting. Though, I have to say. Everyone looks like they’ve aged about ten years -- which isn’t a bad thing, it just means this little coda of a season would have felt better placed much further in the future.

Anyway - Kurt’s surprised and happy to see all his old friends. I have to say though - I miss that Blaine isn’t there. I know he can’t because plot and the fact they’re trying to reset back to season 2 but still.

Anyway - who cares if any of this makes sense, we have the gang back together again.

Go they gather everyone in the choir room and explain that they need help getting the kids to join. And Kurt’s super frigidity. Huh. I think there’s some room to explore Kurt as someone who is an anxious kid with minor OCD tendencies. Cause that feels very apparent here.

It’s funny that they rattle on about how much they need their friends to band together and save glee club because the school needs it -- when really, both Rachel and Kurt need it. I mean, that is kind of the point of this season, but... it’s just interesting to think about. I mean, it’ll come full circle when Kurt talks about choosing another path to take at the end of the season. They both hit rock bottom and now they’re looking for something to fill the space that will help them get back on the right track. And their cause is saving the glee club.

Hm. It’s just interesting that this season of Glee is kind of one last stop in Lima before going out in to the world to really be the person you’re supposed to be. I’m sorry the story wasn’t developed a tad more (except in the case of Rachel) but that’s what it is. It’s almost fitting, then that I’m wrapping these up with the same kind of mentality. It’s nice to have that one last thought and move on. Anyway -- I’m getting meta on myself, lol...

So - their brilliant plan is to sing in the school - cause that’s always worked in the past, lol. And they do an 80s classic - because it’s Glee and the last season and Ryan Murphy has to get in all those hits that he didn’t use yet.

But I think what stands out to me about this performance is that it’s less about the lyrics (which I don’t think make much sense anyway) and more about the visual style. They’re recreating the music video, yes, but also adding the same elements of style used in the video -- the whole running from the police (Sue) thing, and it’s really pretty cool.

You can’t get a really good luck at Kurt’s 80s outfit - but here it is, and this goober is just having a lot of fun dancing on the tables and singing in his high register. It’s nice that they’ve now fully incorporated Chris’s voice into the group numbers -- especially when he’s not going to be singing much on his own.

Gay Legacy

So, I guess later that day, Kurt goes to try to recruit the gay football player. Cause, damn, if Ryan Murphy still is clinging on to his closested football player issues. I really don’t know why Kurt’s wasting his time -- Spencer obviously doesn’t want to be a part of the team, nor have we seen any indication that he actually has some kind of performing arts talents. But I suppose this scene is supposed to be a commentary on the current state of the LGBT community.

Actually, that’s exactly what it’s about and it’s kinda fascinating. The thing about this conversation is to show just how far things have come from 2009. Society has become more accepting of the LGBT community (obviously, it’s got a long ways to go - but from when Glee started, a lot of progress has been made). And we’re now here talking about different types of LGBT people. Kurt can’t and isn’t the catch all for gay anymore - that definition has widen (even if it’s always been that wide and diverse, we can now, as a society, have that conversation). And now even gay kids can have various inspiration to pull on - it doesn’t have to be musicals, it can be Modern Family. And that even though Kurt and Spencer share a preference for men, doesn’t make them any more similar than any other two guys.

So, yeah, it’s interesting that this scene (and the following one that Kurt’s not in) has less to do with the story and recruitment, as it is Glee’s usual way of knocking down the fourth wall and saying - yeah, okay so we’re not relevant like we used to be, but we did have an impact.

Meanwhile, in actual story time - we get to remember that Kurt was once on the football team -- and learn that Spencer is an asshole, and I’m still not sure why Kurt’s trying so hard to recruit him.

Recruitment

Kurt next pops up when Brittany is giving him advice on how to win Blaine back -- which involves burning all his clothes (yes, nude Kurt) but getting normal clothes (um, he’s been dressing ‘normally’ for a while now), and then being honest with him (yes do that!) about being a Barbara Bush impersonator (wtf Brittany?). Kurt’s equally confused as the rest of us and moves on with his life as he should.

However - I have to wonder - did they know at this point that Brittany was gonna try to get them back together? I have no idea. None of Brittany’s actions make sense most of the time, so I shouldn’t think too much about it.

Meanwhile - the main issue is that they’ve all failed to recruit members - mostly because none of them really know what they hell they’re doing. But then Roderick’s magical voice floats through the vents (sure) and they’re all mystified and run to go find him.

They find Roderick in the library - and why do they all look terrifying in this scene? Come join the cult - Roderick, lol. Anyway - they get a new member.

And I’ll take a second and talk about the season 6 newbies - who are actually pretty interesting. They aren’t cut from the same cloth of the originals as the season 4 newbies, their story lines all converge with existing characters, and we’re not forced to sit through any awkward love triangles. They served a function and it worked, too bad this didn’t happen way back in season 4 - the show might have lasted longer.

And then we get a long speech about what it is to be in glee. Cause apparently we needed that reminder. Kurt doesn’t say anything but nod in the background as other people give speeches. Ah yes, we’re back in season 1 again aren’t we.

Roderick auditions for Glee -- cause tradition - and Kurt... doesn’t really do anything. But he’s there looking pretty so...

First Meeting

So, ha, okay. Roderick is their only recruit and he shows up and Kurt has this nice speech about how you can’t go back again, but maybe you can make something new and better out of the ashes of the old thing. And I think that’s kind of cool -- because it’s not just about glee or his career, but about his relationship with Blaine. Like I said earlier, even though they’re all home again, the point is to go in a, god help me, new direction -- one that’s better than before, and as we’re coming to the ending of the show, I kind of like that there’s a sentiment that says - yeah you can and are allowed to start over and do things again. Second chances are a thing.

However, they’re stopped quickly because Blaine comes in, screaming about how Jane was poached by Rachel and will now be in New Directions instead of the Warblers. Blaine, who is clearly still angry (and very confused about his emotions) at Kurt blames Kurt for making it all happen -- which is ridiculous, but c’mon Kurt, Blaine’s allowed to have some residual issues. Kurt even tries to say that it’s fine because the Warblers have a lot of people and New Directions don’t - but Blaine’s pushing back. Which is actually a good thing, tbh, even if he is a little off the handle here. Blaine’s no longer going to be a doormat - and that works much better for the balance of he and Kurt in the long run.

Kurt and Blaine are on their way to being on equal footing again, but here there’s still a lot of pain that hasn’t been healed yet. Subtext!!

Homecoming

Alright, so official glee club has started! And they get two more members as the weird cheerleader twins join. And it’s all happiness and joy as this new/final chapter has officially begun.

And then we get the final number - Home - where Kurt gets to sing in his lovely lower register. :D And the Homecoming celebration officially starts. It’s a little weird to see the kids doing something so high school normal, lol, but hey it’s a fun time to celebrate.

So, um, Kurt, Sam, and Artie go spy on Spencer because -- tradition? I mean, that’s one of the themes of episode. Let’s go with tradition.

Anyway, being back is actually kinda bittersweet for Kurt because being back home means that there are still a lot of unresolved issues from the past to deal with.

Blaine and Karofsky are there - and Blaine is intentionally not looking at Kurt, as Kurt looks like he’s been stabbed in the heart watching from afar. The song plays on - Home is when I’m with you. Well, Rachel and Mercedes and McKinley is home, but there’s a bit ‘home’ that’s missing in Kurt’s heart. We’re gonna get there - but we do have a little ways to go. ;)

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splattershotsundae · 6 years ago

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Ink is Thicker Than Water --- Chapter 5: I give it a 10

Toda spent most of his afternoon wishing he felt well enough to pace. Finding out that Orvokki was still alive was no small news. She was a cruel woman, and visions of what she was like, and what she thought like still stuck with him and plagued his sleep. Another thing to worry about was Simon… They’d logged off in a huff, and he was genuinely worried, both about how they were and about… how they really thought about him.

A motion from his skope caught his attention and he took a sharp breath. Simon was back online.

T: hey

S: Hey.

T: I'm sorry about earlier. i was freaking out bout Orvokki, and I forgot and gt a little carried away. T: we decided we still arent going to do anyhting right now.

S: ... Ok.

T: ... u doing ok...?

Toda sighed a little after he sent it. He should just ask them... He was probably freaking out over nothing. Simon had told Jill that she was strong, in and out of battle, hadn't they? And hadn't they told him that they thought Rank was just a letter and a number, before they played Rainmaker? ... But when they lost at Blackbelly, they took that pretty hard... He'd thought it had something to do with what Yuri had said to them, especially with the conversation the two of them had had afterwards... but was that the case?

S:... Not really. S: But there's not much we can do.

T: Yeah...

T: can i ask u something?

S: Yeah, sure.

T: when did u know that u liked me? How long had we knon each ohter? T: Im not trying 2 b gushy, just curious.

S:... S: Call me shallow, but I'm pretty sure I was going to yell at you for bumping into me until I saw your face. S: when I said I'd always found you cute... I... Wasn't kidding. S: I kind of thought it would just be a fling...but here we are.

His breath caught in his throat, and it felt like his stomach had dropped a few inches. Oh no. Any other time he would've been a little flattered, but... no no no...

S: what really got me was... Getting to know you though... You've been a good influence on me. S: I wouldn't trade meeting you, or how I feel, for anything in the entire world.

T: Ive been a good influence on u?

S: Yeah.

He paused, looking at the message. What had he done that they'd think was a good influence? He typed a response, trying to make it sound lighthearted.

T: how so? hvae I... inspired u to make more puns or smoething? :P

S: Ha, maybe that in addition. S: ... I was starting to forget what trust felt like. S: well, except with Jill. But the point is, I needed some mutual trust... You and Bato sort of reminded me. You guys got me to open up. S: I'm sure there are other things here and there but... That's what comes to mind first.

T: ah...

S: Are you ok?

T: yea mi fnie

Toda winced; he'd sent that way too quickly... Quit stalling and just ask already, for crying out loud.

S: .... Toda...

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, his face flushing, then took a deep breath. Here goes nothing…

T: We told Jill about the conversation we had the other day; we were trying to explain why w weren't going to tlak to 3, and we sort of back ourselves nto a corner. T: wen we told her you had sort of said not to mention it to hr, she said it was because u thoght she was weak T: Because she lkies to batle for fun, and u battle to win T: she thinks taht u think that makes hr weak

S: ... She... Still thinks that?

T: Thats what she said... T: ... So ou don't think that?

S: Did you think I do?

T: I didn't at first, cause I told u right when we met that B nd I play for fun T: btu seh said if u hd liked m from the start tehn u would have askd us anyway T: I still didn't wnat 2 tihnk that u thought liek taht T: btu i wsa...

S: i domt anytmore Damn it.

[SloshMasterV3 is offline]

T: wiat no! His fingers trembled. He didn’t mean to make them upset again, he just… He took another deep breath and wiped his eyes. At least he had an answer… Sort of...

He read their last message again; they didn't anymore... So had they used to?

A chime pulled him from his thoughts.

[4PawzAndMeow is online.]

J: re u the reason theres a new barrge of sobs comin form S's room?

Toda's heart sank. Oh no…

T: ... Probbly...

J: O J: I... wasn't bein serioos.

T: u soundd pretty serious

J: i ment th@ i didnt think u were Y... sry

T: oh

J:... U dint brak up wih thm did U?

T: no no T: no I didn't

J: @ lest theres th@

T: yah...

He glanced at Simon's tab. He needed to apologize again... But… it could be hours before they came back online…

T: hy Jill T: can I cme ovr? T: I want to say sory to thm. T: or hve a chance to

J: say sorry 4 wh@?

T: how abot if thy dn’t wnat to hear it I go to yuor room an we cn talk

There was a long pause.

J: yeah K. J: th@ works.

T: k T: be theer soon

J: k

He took a deep breath, then got his shoes on, slipped on his Splattershot Jr’s holster, and went on his way, taking his time so he didn’t wear himself out. He thought all the way over, running through his head his apology over and over again. How much should he say? Probably everything. As he drew near to the Grace house, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Madeline opened the door, blinking in surprise. "Toda?" She asked. "Simon and Jill didn't say you were coming over."

"Afternoon, Mrs. Grace." Toda said, probably more formally than he needed to. "Jill invited me over about an hour ago?”

She paused, glancing over her shoulder for a second, then stepped aside to let him in. “Alright, just don’t bug Simon right now, they’re… not feeling so good today.”

He felt a twinge of guilt; That was the exact reason why he was here. "Thank you.” He said, peering around as he entered.

It was still quite a mess, the floor was scuffed and stained in a multitude of places, the stairs had no railing, bullet holes in the walls, the drywall on the ceiling was cracked, and Madeline’s prized roller was resting beside the stairs instead of hanging on the wall, at least for the moment. It looked like a warzone, and to be fair it sort of was. He gave a nod toward Madeline, then carefully made his way upstairs, managing to avoid grabbing for the railing that was no longer there.

He carefully stepped up to Simon’s door, a lump in his throat. He could hear faint sobbing on the other side, and he briefly considered skipping and just talking to Jill… when he saw her staring at him from down the hall. Her gaze flitted from him to the door and back again expectantly.

He took what felt like the millionth deep breath that day and knocked softly on the door.

“Go AWAY!” They shouted immediately.

He flinched, glancing for the stairs and praying Madeline hadn’t heard that. "Simon?" When there was no reply he steeled himself and continued. "Simon, I.. I wanted to apologize for earlier. I would have sent a message on Skope, but you were offline and… " He looked down at the floor. “The question was personal, it… I hope it didn’t feel like… an attack. When Jill.. When she told me about your past, it... Kind of struck a nerve with me. There was this kid I was sort of friends with for a while, named Benny; I think I referred to him once as a 'Luna-wielding ass'... It's a long story, but I should have known better than to think that you would think like that. I know you're not like that, I know that isn't you. I'm really sorry."

There was a long pause before the door opened a crack, and Simon stuck out their hand. Gingerly he took it, grip loose, just in case they wanted to pull away. However, their grip tightened, and they flung open the door, pulling him into an embrace.

He squeaked and stumbled as he almost lost his balance, but then squeezed them tight, resting his chin on their shoulder. "I-I'm really sorry." He repeated.

"... Nothing’s getting easier..." Simon whispered.

"No, it it isn’t..." He agreed. "... You'd think we would've earned a break at this point, huh?"

"You would think..." They agreed with a sigh. "... Well, while things are this difficult, if this 'Benny' shows his face you let me know so I can punch it."

He smiled just a little bit. "I will... Thanks."

"No problem... You don't even have to tell me why." They said quietly.

He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "... Is there someone I should keep my eyes out for?" He asked. "So I can return the favor?"

Their grip tightened around him. "Roderick. You see that bastard you can punch him as hard as you like."

"Gladly." He muttered with a small nod.

"It's a deal then." They said.

"A deal.” He agreed. “… Can we sit down? I had to do a lot of walking and I’m kind of worn out...”

“I’m not surprised, it’s awfully late.” They said, edging over to sit on the foot of their bed.

“… Wait, it is?” He asked, pulling away.

“… Yeah, Toda, it’s like, 10. Dude, it’s dark out and it’s summer, what time did you think it was?”

“I dunno, 6? 6:30?” He said, feeling his cheeks flush.

Simon slowly put one palm on their face. “Did you even set up a ride home? The trains are going to close soon.”

“… I forgot to tell my mom I was leaving.” He admitted.

Their other hand joined the first. "… Okay, I can ask my Mom if she'll drive you home-" They broke off for a long moment. "... You're probably not going to be comfortable with that."

"... Not really." He said, breaking off eye contact, sure his ears were flushed by now.

“How about I ask mom and dad if you can sleep over, and then we play some video games downstairs?

He smiled at that, nodding “Yeah… I need to call my parents too.”

They smiled. “Okay, meet me downstairs soon.” They said,

He nodded, absently adjusting his cap as he watched them go… They were still so cute…

After a moment he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “… Hey dad, it’s Toda. Can I stay the night at Simon’s house?”

THUD

Toda sat up with a snort, rubbing one of his eyes as he tried to figure out what was going on.

"Of course it's still a problem!" Jill was shouting.

"Shhh! Keep it down! He's still sleeping!" Simon replied.

"And already it's all about him!" She snapped.

Oh no. He remembered now. He’d spent the night at Simon’s house, after coming over to apologize… apparently there was still friction between the twins however… He grabbed his squidvader cap and started to put it on.

"It's not all about him! What's this 'it' you keep talking about anyway!?" Simon snapped, he could hear them pacing outside.

"I... I don't know, but.. This isn't working!" Jill replied.

"No SHIT. But I'm not just going to sit here while you yell at me for every mistake I've ever made." They said angrily.

"Maybe you should apologize for once!" She huffed.

His hearts sank a little. “Oh no...” He abandoned tucking all his tentacles into his hat and stood, quickly making his way to the door.

"I thought this might be the one time you'd be ok with it!" They exclaimed.

"You broke your promise!" She said.

"Ok, First off, We shouldn't be having this argument right now, and second of all, I thought you /liked/ Toda!"

"I do!! I do! He's the nicest kid you've ever dated. But I'm tired of you being so selfish and hypocritical!"

"Hypocritical? How am I-"

"You talk about how you want to be just like mom, just as good as mom. But when it comes down to it, you /have/ to have me with you, and you only use our squad as a dating device!" Jill shouted. “None of us deserve that!”

Toda flung open the door and peeked out, having to use one hand to hold his hat on. Both Jill and Simon turned to look at him, looking rather embarrassed.

“… Hey Toda~” Jill said, tone cheerful, but posture anything but.

“… Sorry.” Simon said, looking away.

"... It's okay." He mumbled, still a little bit groggy. He looked between the two of them… they were both obviously upset… He was never good at helping during something like this, that was what Bato was good at… Right, be like Bato. He squared his shoulders, then stepped up and put a hand on Jill’s shoulder. “It’s… okay to be upset.”

“Upset? I’m more than upset!” She said, pulling away from him. “I’m furious!”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Simon huffed. “We should just leave it.”

“Leave what, the squad!?” She snapped. "You'd probably LIKE that! You can just as easily find a cute and/or muscular and dumb boy to replace me by tomorrow!"

"Jill!"

Toda flinched a little bit at her tone, pressing himself up against the wall. "Jill… Can you maybe take a deep--”

"ADMIT IT! YOU DON'T WANT ME!!!" She interrupted.

"YES! I! DO!!!" Simon snapped back.

"BULLSHIT!!!" She screamed. YOU LIED ABOUT DATING TODA, YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN’T USE OUR SQUAD FOR DATING AGAIN, ALL YOU DO IS LIE LIE LIE!"

“Jill I--” Toda tried to cut in.

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!!!" They screamed back.

“Simon---” He tried again.

"YOU ALSO LIED ABOUT THE AGENT THING!!” Jill screeched.

"I-I DIDN'T LIE, I JUST DIDN'T TELL YOU!!!" Simon hollered, slightly wavering.

“ENOUGH!” Toda snapped, flushing with embarrassment. “… Sorry, I… You’re not going to get anywhere if you keep screaming at each other! Jill, what’s really wrong?”

Jill was silent a long moment. “… I… I’m lonely, and I’m worried I’m going to lose Simon to you…”

Toda’s ears drooped. “I’m not trying to take them away… I’m sorry you felt that way...” He slowly looked at Simon. “… Simon, what about you? What’s wrong?”

They looked at him a long moment, then sighed. “… I… I’m scared I’m going to lose you too Jill, but… I’m scared that if we get involved, we’ll.. die. It’s dangerous out there, and I don’t want you to be left without me, or to be without you, or both of us to be gone, and our parents are left in a ruined house all by themselves...”

Jill was quiet for a long moment. “… So you aren’t… just scared of me being hurt?”

They shook their head. “No, of course not. I’ve been hurt out there just as easily…” They sighed. “I’m sorry, for… saying that you were weak once… I didn’t know it had stuck with you and I didn’t know just how much I’d hurt you. You’re not weak, and trust me, I’ll never say you are again. You’re stronger than me in a lot of ways.”

She paused, then huffed. “No I’m not...”

“Yes you are.” Simon pressed. “You’re stronger in will and in joy, and… maybe physically, I’m not sure.”

She started laughing, then wiped at her eye before holding out her hand, palm down. “To Splattershot Sundae.”

They smirked, and put their hand on top of hers. “To Splattershot Sundae.”

“To Splattershot Sundae.” Toda agreed, putting his hand on top of theirs.

There was a long pause, then Jill put her other hand on top and spoke in a deep voice. “I’m Bato and I’m totally here.”

Toda laughed. “Dear Judd, that’s spot on.”

"... We good Jill?" Simon asked.

"We're much better. I'll... Try to talk with you if something comes up, rather than just blow up." She said awkwardly.

“I would appreciate that.” They huffed. “… Hey, where’s mom and dad, they hate it when we fight.”

Jill got a gleam in her eye. “Mom got… /the call/”

Simon’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

"... The call?" Toda asked, glancing between the two of them with a confused look.

"The call's just what we call it when Mom suddenly gets dragged in to more work, but she can't legally tell us what it is." Simon explained. "But in this case that's good news… perhaps a battle’s around the corner."

He smiled. “Oooo, that is good news!”

"And then Dad's off to regular work." Jill asked.

"Seems we've got the house entirely to ourselves." Simon shrugged. "As well as the burden to make breakfast, I think."

Toda's stomach growled a little bit at the mention of breakfast and he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jill giggled. "It seems like a cereal morning to me!” She said, then sprinted down the hall. “Better come after me quick or I’ll put ice cream on it!”

“Jill, no!” Simon yelped, running after her.

Toda laughed and ran after them, letting himself smile.

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ask-the-phan-site · 4 years ago

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Phan Cam: City of Change

>January 31.

>Neo Yokio. The deadline has arrived and it looks like the Bachelor Board is still up.

>On the outskirts of the city, a group of Exorcists from the True Cross Order was watching it. Leading them was the Upper Class Exorcist, Igor Neuhaus.

Exorcist 1: Sir, I don’t think that calling card was legit. We should move in now.

Hold your ground. They said to give it until noon. Just one more minute.

>So they waited... 10... 9.. 8... 7... 6...

Igor Neuhaus: And...

>3... 2... 1...

Igor Neuhaus: (surprised) What in heaven’s name!?

WARNING: This next image might have hypnotic effects.

>The Exorcists were in awestruck at the sudden change of the Bachelor Board. Then, a loud wailing sound can be heard coming from the city. They could not believe their eyes.

Exorcist 2: I... I don’t believe it. They did it. They actually did it!

Exorcist 3: I know! I know!

Exorcist 4: The Phantom Thieves of Hearts actually stole the heart of every Neo Yokian!

>The Exorcist were stunned. Some of them cheered, others were talking in wonder... Guess they really never saw it coming.

Igor Neuhaus: (in wonder) Well I’ll be... Phantom Thieves... Cognitive psience... Wakaba Isshiki...

Exorcist 1: Sir Neuhaus? Is something wrong?

Igor Neuhaus: ... Everyone, our services in the city are no longer required. Let’s move on home. I’ll report to the Grigori on what we’ve learned.

Exorcist 1: Yes, sir.

>With that, the Exorcists start leaving.

Igor Neuhaus: Phantom Thieves... Something tells me from this moment on, I’ll be keeping an especially close eye on you. (begins taping his uncovered eye)

>With that, he leaves with the rest of the Order... But someone appears where they were... holding a sword.

>At Bergdorf Goodman Department Store in the city, it is normally filled with the city’s wealthiest. However, people of other classes were now inside and being treated as equals.

They were right. The Order. The Phantom Thieves. This is how it should be. With everyone here in the store. It’s a lot more lively. This is because we let ourselves be blinded by the glamour and money... Me, especially. What a fool I’ve been.

>The Caprese Martini Bar. Lexy and Gottlieb were shutting it down... Most likely for good.

Lexy: You know, now that I think about it, the reason why our bar is so small is because we went into this business too fast. It may look fancy, but it needs more customers instead of one at a time.

Gottlieb: Yeah, we should have thought about this more and at least start small so are bar wouldn’t. But we wanted to make a name of ourselves without considering every possibility. What kind of idiot does that?

Lexy: Well, this is it. The end.

??????: Not necessarily.

Lexy: Huh? And you are?

Just a couple of people know the business. And we don’t want all that Caprese to go to waste.

He’s right. That’s one of the reasons we came here to you.

Lexy: What do you mean?

Mutton: We’ve tasted your drink and we love it. I would very much like to sell it at my bar. If that is alright with you. We don’t want to do this without your consent.

Lexy: ... What have got to lose?

Gottlieb: Yeah, we can let you have it.

Roderick: Glad to hear it. In times like this, us restaurant people have to stick together.

Mutton: “Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an ocean...” To pillage the inner thoughts of a certain someone. But it does ring true. Just trust us.

Lexy: We will... Thank you.

Roderick: Don’t give us all the credit. The Phantom Thieves had a hand in this, too.

Gottlieb: Yeah. I guess.

>The Kaan Residence. We were all watching the news about the citywide change of heart. With us were Shiemi and Izumo.

It looks like they were successful.

Pretty much. How are the others reacting back at the church?

Well, they’re a little taken aback. But they’re fine.

It would be no surprised. These Phantom Thieves do not seem like ordinary thieves.

Indeed, they’re not.

Looks like another score for them.

Shiemi: I wonder what will happen to this city now.?

I’m not sure. It will take some time for everyone to come to terms over what has happened. But other than they, they should be fine.

Shiemi: That’s good to hear.

And what about Kaz kun? How is he doing?

Charles: Actually, when I came to greet him the morning, he seemed rather fine. The same way he always is. I wonder if the change of heart worked at all.

I think I have an idea... But I think it can wait until later. I got a call from Ohya. She, her intern, and Arcangelo Corelli are coming here.

Panther: For what?

???: To see me.

>Kaz comes into the room.

Charles: Master Kaz, I trust this morning’s coffee was to your liking.

Bitter sweet. Like the rest of my life. But I think it’s about to get spicy.

Yeah. How ya doin’?

Kaz: A little nervous. What does Arcangelo want? I thought that with the whole city having a change of heart, he would probably be down in the dumps about stuff, just like my friends.

Noir: I don’t know. But I guess we’ll find out soon.

Kaz: I just hope Aunt Agatha doesn’t come home before then. I haven’t seen her since the calling card. I’m worried about what may have happened or what will happen.

Izumo: I don’t know, but I have a bad feeling about it.

Kaz: But I am a little confused about something. The city had a change of heart... So why don’t I feel any different?

>We were still not sure how to explain it... Then the doorbell rings... Saved by the bell.

That must be them.

Charles: Shall I let them in?

Kaz: I’ll get it.

We’ll come with you. You might need the extra support.

Kaz: Well, if you really want to, I guess it’s okay. And thanks.

>We follow Kaz to the front door. He opens it and, just as expected, Arcangelo Corelli was at the door along with Ohya and, who I can only assume is her new intern.

Good morning, Kaz.

Kaz: Good morning, Arcangelo.

Hey, everybody! Long time, no see!

Panther: Hey, Ohya.

Joker: And you must be...

Ah, you must be the informant Ohya told me so much about. (offers out his hand) Robert Beauchamp, bonjour.

Joker: (shaking Beauchamp’s hand) Likewise.

Skull: You did wash your hands recently, right?

Beauchamp: I just put on hand sanitizer. I think we’ll be fine for the time being.

Kaz: Did... Did Huey come, too?

Ohya: He’s not in the city anymore. The day before the calling card came, he left without a word. It turns out he want back to Woodcrest. Family emergency.

I’m sure his grandfather got worried and called him back incase something went wrong. And since his younger brother doesn’t live with them anymore, it must get pretty lonely.

Either that, or something else.

Kaz: So, what do you want to talk about, Arcangelo?

Arcangelo: Well, there’s something I have to tell you. Something I should have told you a long time ago. The truth is... I was glad you were on the Bachelor Board after Cathy left you. Same goes for the time Helena left. It’s just... I like you, Kaz. All those times I’ve been mean to you, teasing you, I was actually trying to get your attention. But now I’m starting to realize that was wrong. I know I shouldn’t be judging your for being Neo Riche, you’re just doing what you can to make others happy, better than my little podcast does. You put yourself out there everyday despite your aunt’s harsh words. We should be appreciative of that, of what every Magistocrat does. To be honest Kaz, you’re... You’re way better than me. I thought that someone like you could never be with an Old Money Fuck like me. That’s why I did all those things to you. I was jealous and I really like you. And I’m sorry. I was nothing but a big jerk to you and your friends, treated you like shit. Now I know that was wrong. I was wrong. (begins tearing up... ruining his mascara) I’m a mess. I’m not sure how to say this further, but Kaz, I’m sorry for all those things and... I LOVE YOU, KAZ KAAN!

>We were all silent for a while. Kaz made a face that I just can’t describe... So here’s a picture instead.

Joker: Uh, Kaz kun?

I think he fainted... while standing up with his eyes wide open.

Beauchamp: Is that medically possible?

Shiemi: I’m not sure. My medical skill are limited to mainly demonic injuries and ailments. But I think me and Nee can help with this.

Nee~!

>Nee goes a pepper plant out of his body. Shiemi takes one of the peppers, puts it up to Kaz’s nose, and snaps it. Kaz’s nose begins to twitch.

Kaz: Ah... Ah... ACHOO!!! (sniff) Sorry, what happened?

Crow: Before we se say anything, promise you want faint again.

>We explain it to Kaz what just happened.

Kaz: I just... I still can’t... Is this for real? Not just another one of...

Arcangelo: No. I mean it this time.

Kaz: Well, yes, but... This is still too much to absorb.

Queen: You’re conflicted. You want to accept that Arcangelo has changed, but at the same time, you feel that it’s not right because he didn’t change it himself.

Kaz: I know. I may not know much about the Phantom Thieves, other than what I’ve heard while we were in Tokyo, but I can tell that they are the good guys.

Arcangelo: I know. But maybe the just opened my eyes to something I’ve been ignoring a long time.

Kaz: Like what?

Arcangelo: I don’t know. Maybe the fact that underneath all the glamor and the family’s fortune, I’m just some kid who thinks he’s all that because I didn’t have to work a day in my life, but when the day comes to show just where you really fit in the world, he’s useless.

Kaz: ... I never thought you were useless.

Arcangelo: Really? But I thought that after the way I’ve treated you...

Kaz: I know I said we’ve been head to head since the genesis, but sometimes, things change. I’ve changed. I’m still trying to figure out where I stand now. But, after what you just said to me... Maybe I shouldn’t go at this alone.

Arcangelo: And you won’t. Not anymore.

Joker: Yes. You’ll have your friends to help you. You’ll even have us to back you up.

Arcangelo: And, you will have me.

Kaz: Everyone... Thank you. And you, too, Arcangelo.

>Kaz and Arcangelo both look passionately into each other’s eyes.

I wonder why this looks familiar?

What do you think?

Ohya: How romantic.

They’re not the only ones.

No doubt about that.

Mona: (smiling devilishly) Now it’s out turn, Lady Ann.

Maybe later.

As Teddie would say, “Shot down!”

Ohya: That’s life for ya, kiddo. That goes double for you, Beauchamp san. You may be cute, but you’re not my type.

Beauchamp: (a bit melancholy) It’s okay.

Ohya: Is something wrong?

Beauchamp: I’m fine. Just seeing all of you here reminds me of my own friends.

Violet: Do you miss them?

Beauchamp: Actually... I might see them again soon.

Violet: Really? I hope you do.

Beauchamp: I know. Merci... (whisper) I wonder how Lucien’s doing. (out loud and taking out his camera) Anyway, smile. (takes a picture) Think you’ve got a headline for this, boss-lady?

Ohya: Oh, I’ve got a good one...

From Neo Riche to Neo Era

Crow: (smiling) That’s a good one.

??????: You better stop the presses on that right now, if you know what’s good for you.

>Sounds like Aunt Agatha is home.

Kaz: Aunt Agatha, you’re back. Where were you the past few days?

Just making the final arrangements.

Kaz: For what?

Agatha: For this.

>Agatha takes a couple of airline tickets.

Kaz: I see. Are we going somewhere?

Agatha: Indeed, we are.

Kaz: I guess that’s fine. After everything that’s happened, we could use the vacation.

Agatha: Oh my dear nephew... Who said anything about going on vacation?

Kaz: (shocked) What!?

Agatha: You heard me. Pack your things, Kaz, we’re moving to Park City, Utah. I hear they could use an exorcist of our class.

Kaz: But why? What’s wrong with staying here in Neo Yokio?

Agatha: What’s wrong? Have you seen what’s going on out there? The city has fallen. It’s become a sinking ship. And when the ship starts to sink, the rats, or in this case the rat catchers, flee the ship.

Queen: But it’s not sinking. It’s just changing course.

Agatha: Yeah, towards an iceberg. Best to leave now before it’s too late. Now hurry, Kaz.

Kaz: ...

Agatha: Kaz, didn’t you hear me. We have to leave.

Kaz: ...

Agatha: (starting to lose her patience) Kaz, I mean now.

Kaz: ... I can’t.

Agatha: Come again?

Kaz: I’m sorry, Aunt Agatha, but I can’t. I can’t leave Neo Yokio. It’s my home. Our home.

Agatha: Not anymore. This city has lost what it’s need for us. That means no more being paid for our services, no gentlemen’s club for you, we can’t even keep Charles any longer.

Charles: I think I can stay with you much longer.

Agatha: Tell that to Sadie.

Beauchamp: (confused) Sadie?

Kaz: It’s a long story. But still, I can’t.

Agatha: And why not?

Kaz: Because like I said, Neo Yokio is our home. I’ve lived my whole life here and this is where I intend to die. My friends are here... The one I love is here.

>Arcangelo couldn’t help but smile happily at that.

Agatha: Are you serious right now? Don’t tell those wretched Phantom Thieves got you too.

Kaz: I don’t think they did. The whole city has changed, but I’m still me, and I don’t even know why.

Joker: I think I do.

Kaz: What do you mean?

Joker: I think the reason why the Phantom Thieves didn’t change your heart...

is because it was already changed.

Kaz: (surprised) What?

Joker: Think about it, in the past, people always said that you reveled in your glory and wealth as a Magistocrat and always putting your appearance and fashion above everything else. But after seeing how well you and Arcangelo worked together and Dream FES and seeing this whole month, at how more caring you are, I don’t think the Phantom Thieves have to change something that is no longer distorted... I would say, Kaz Kaan, you have a kind and true heart.

Kaz: (looking a little happy) Really? ... Thank you.

Agatha: (sarcastically clapping) This is a fine soap opera moment and all, but, and this is just my opinion... it makes me sick. Having a kind and true heart does not put bread on the table. It does not pay the bills or the rent. What you talk about will be nothing more than complete and utter nonsense.

Panther: (getting upset) Of course you would think that, you horrible old hag.

Agatha: Come again?

Panther: Actually, I’m also not surprised why you haven’t had a change of heart. The Phantom Thieves have always targeted the hearts of the corrupted and the tainted. To help them find some decency to confess their crimes or their guilt. The Phantom Thieves will never target you, Agatha Kaan, because...

you have no heart.

>Agatha stood silent for a moment. Then, she removes her sunglasses.

It’s true. Having a heart means nothing if it means having to live life on the streets without so much as a penny to your name. Because in the end, money is the only true power in this life... But if you insist that I’m wrong and Kaz really wants to stay in this city, very well... But not before I teach you all a lesson.

>Agatha charges her power and fires at us. Fortunately, Kaz created a kind of magic shield to protect us.

Agatha: Well, well. Looks like someone actually grew a spine.

Kaz: ... Some Christmases ago, Charles told me a story that made me question everything. So right now, I just want to know the truth. Was his story true or would it all just fiction?

>Agatha was silent for a moment. What could this mean?

Agatha: ... The Order was right. You really are the worst exorcist in this city. In fact, you’re worse than that. You, Kaz... are a hypocrite.

Kaz: (getting angry) Me? A hypocrite? You’re the one who never told me that our ancestors were nothing but a bunch of turncoats who betrayed their fellow demons for wealth and status!

Agatha: I didn’t tell you, Kaz, because you’re a pussy. You couldn’t handle the truth anymore than your aunt could. That’s why she tried to write about it. If she had told the truth, the Magistocracy would be forever ruined... And the Corellis.

>We all started at Arcangelo who was looking down.

Wolf: Arcangelo san, you knew?

Arcangelo: ... It was a secret passed down from my ancestor, Theodore Corelli. He made us promise never to reveal it to anyone. I really wanted to tell Kaz. At first, just to spite him. But now, I want him to know the truth because I have a feeling that would save you, if not from yourself, than from her. (points at Agatha)

Agatha: From me? So I’m the bad guy now?

Skull: (whispering) She’s startin’ to fit the vibe.

Kaz: ... How could you? I trusted you. You care more about our family wealth than you do your family... So how can I actually call you family now?

>We were quite in that moment. Then, to our shock and horror, Agatha’s sunglasses broke as a dark energy emits from her being.

Agatha: ... You want me to be the bad guy? ... Fine, now I’m the bad guy.

Izumo: (quickly) Everyone, get down, now!

>Agatha sends a powerful wave of darkness. Fortunately, we all duck as the dark wave nearly destroys everything in the penthouse.

Izumo: Okay, I think we’ve had enough of this. (taking out her paper circle) I humbly appeal to the goddess Inari, please leave not my prayers unfulfilled!

Shiemi: Since Bon, Konekomaru, and Nemu aren’t here, me and Nee will have to fight in their stead.

Nee: (ready) Nee~!

>Nee’s plants created a kind of barrier of green life. Guess we’re not getting out of here until the battle is done. It’s times like these, maybe we should have brought the Velvet Cores with us. But we decided to leave them with Dr. Suno to hold for us if we ever came back to the Monsuno world.

Wolf: (taking out a taser) I know this may not work against someone with magic powers, but it’s better than nothing.

>Mike and Ike both make a charge at Agatha, but she keeps blasting them away with her powers. Panther makes a whip of fire that Agatha kept blocking. Some went for vines that came from the plant walls. Kaz tries to make a beam of his powers to try and break her shield, but it was too strong. Even Wolf’s taser proved to be useless.

Agatha: Is that really the best that you can do?

Izumo: No... This is. Purifications of Spirits!

>Mike and Ike begin to circle Agatha at high speed and was biting at her. She tries to block them with a magic shield, but she made a big mistake... Bes sure to cover the back. One of Nee’s vines attacks Agatha from behind. This drops her shield long enough for Kaz to land an attack.

Kaz: Got her!

Agatha: (rubbing her head) Clever. Very clever... But not clever enough.

>Agatha sends a blasts of energy everywhere, hitting Kaz, Izumo, her familiars, and Panther. They even started destroying the plant walls. Nee was in pain.

Shiemi: This looks bad. Nee, retreat!

Nee: Nee.

>Nee retracts his plant walls.

Izumo: We better take it up. Mitama Shizume no Harai!

>Mike with a sword and Ike with a bow make a go at Agatha. But, she manages to block and parry their attacks. Kaz also creates arrows of energy and begins firing them. Thankfully, it appears that she’s wearing down.

Panther: Let’s hope this spell Bloom taught me works out. Heat Wave!

>A blast of heat energy comes from Panther’s hand and hits Agatha that she nearly falls down.

Agatha: I see, so you have some guts in you, girl... But you’ll have to try harder.

>Agatha then creates arms of energy that grab a hold of Kaz, Izumo, Mike, Uke, and Panther.

Beauchamp: Okay, this is going a little too far. Guess I better get into this.

Isn’t that a...

Beauchamp: It’s a long story. One that won’t make the presses, but may be made known. Let’s just say, when you’ve been around for as long as I have, you gain a lot and you learn a lot. Now, let me show you that the pen really is mightier than the sword... In more ways than one.

>Beauchamp points his pen at Agatha and shoots a strong blast of wind which forces her down and releases Kaz, Panther, Izumo, and her familiars.

Oh... I wonder where I can get one of those pens.

And me. I think you’re more than just a veteran reporter.

Beauchamp: Like I said, I picked up a thing or two.

Agatha: (getting back up) Really? Well I’m afraid that two things are not enough.

>Agatha fires as blast at Beauchamp as he blast his pen at it. It was a real Priori Incantatem moment... But Agatha was a little more experienced and manages to blow Beauchamp’s pen out of his hands. Fortunately, it was enough to buy Panther and Kaz enough time to charge energy and attack Agatha.

Izumo: Now will you come quietly? Or do you want more?

Agatha: ... How about you?

>Agatha’s usual yellow energy was now turning red... This can’t be good.

Shiemi: Everyone, get close to me! Nee!

Nee: Nee!

>Nee creates large bushes around us to protect us.

BOOM!!!

>After the explosion was over, the smoke cleared to show the house was now in complete ruin.

Charles: I do not think the family trust will like this.

Kaz: I don’t think that matters anymore.

Agatha: You really want to go there now? You really want to keep this up? I can go all day. Unlike my disgraced nephew, I’ve been doing this longer... Too bad I can’t say the dame about your Green Man.

>The bushes retract to a weakened Nee who collapses in Shiemi’s hands. He also seemed to be a bit brown.

Shiemi: He’s just exhausted. He’s never absorbed a blast that big.

>Panther goes over and cast some kind of healing spell on Nee.

Panther: That’s as much as I can do. I’m not a nature fairy like Flora and since my powers are almost that of a fire fairy, any stronger and I might burn him.

Shiemi: You’re doing everything you can, Ann. Don’t worry.

Agatha: And yet your everything isn’t enough. It’s just as I said, you are but a freak of nature. All of you are.

Panther: Look who’s talking. You call us freaks, but you’re no different. If anyone here is the real hypocrite right now, it’s you.

Agatha: Your words mean nothing now.

Panther: (getting angry) Well guess what... Neither does yours.

Agatha: (unimpressed) Oh, getting angry, are we?

Panther: Angry? Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it! You think that with all your power and money, most of which you made off the sweat of your nephew’s back, you can do whatever you want. But everything has a consequence. Even what you do to everyone, including Kaz. I won’t let you keep going on like this.

Agatha: Really? And what will you do exactly? Your magic has barley put a scratch on me. What makes you think that you could ever beat me?

>With that, Agatha beings streaming a blast of energy at Panther who blocks it with a shield spell. But it seemed to be failing.

Ann!

Lady Ann!

Ann chan!

(struggling) I know I can never be even half the fairy Bloom, Flora, or the other Winx girls are. I’m not even good enough to go to a fairy school. And if we were to come against villains like the Trix, the Fairy Hunters, or even someone like Valtor, I won’t be able to do much on my own unless my friends are there to help. I couldn’t even help Shiho when Kamoshida was abusing her on my own. But even so, I can’t always count on them to help me. There are times when I need to help them. They showed me that. I want be able to help all the people I care about. No matter what may happen to me... I want them to experience the freedom that I desire myself. So Agatha Kaan, no matter what you do to me here now...

YOU’LL ALWAYS BE A WRINGKLED-FACED, MONEY-GRUBBING, BITCH-ASS HARPY!

Agatha: ... Enough talk.

>Agatha strengthens her blast until... Panther’s shield breaks and she is enveloped in it... Or so we thought. A large burst of fire energy erupts from where Panther is and made Agatha’s attack stop. When it was over... we could not believe our eyes.

>Panther was now dressed in a sparkly outfit. It looked similar to her Persona, Carmen, but with some differences. The gown was now shorter reaching a little up pass her knees, though the red roses were still present on her waist, but not so big. The top had no straps. She still wore a black choker and wearing her pink gloves from her thief’s clothes. She also had high-heel boots that reach up close to her knees. She also now had heart-shaped earrings and her hairclip had been replaced with a brass hair ornament that looked like Panther’s mask. Her most notable feature was that she now had a pair of red and pink fairy wings with rose, heart, and flame designs. She was now flying up high.

FOR REAL!? NO EFFIN WAY!

Violet: I don’t believe it! She transformed!

Wolf: But I thought she couldn’t do that because she wasn’t born a Fairy.

Queen: Headmistress Faragonda also said that might change if her powers get stronger. I guess now is the time.

Agatha: (still unimpressed) So you have wings now. Big deal. My powers still succeeds yours.

Panther: We’ll see about that.

>Agatha fires another blast at Panther.

Panther: Blooming Guard!

>A pink Rose Quartz-like shield that blocked the attack.

Panther: Dance of the Roses!

>A rose whip appears in her hand and she cracks it at Agatha as rose petals start flying from them. They seemed to be quite effective as they managed to back Agatha away.

Panther: Fire Rose!

>Panther shoots a stream of fire with rose petals flying around it which Agatha blocks with a magic shield. Kaz and Beauchamp (who regained his magic pen) also cast their spells to help her. After a while, they managed to break through the shield and Agatha is knocked back.

Kaz: Agatha, please, you’re just making this harder than it needs to be. We can’t keep going like this. The family trust won’t be able to pay for the damages.

Agatha: (getting back up and scoffing) After this, the family trust is going to be the least of your worries.

Panther: So you’re still going to keep at it.

Agatha: You only just got your little wings this moment. You’re still a novice in my eyes... Now quit.

>Agatha charges her powers bigger than ever before. Panther, Kaz, and Beauchamp create a shield to protect us...

BOOM!!!

>With one explosion, the penthouse was completely destroyed. We weren’t even inside anymore...

>On a nearby rooftop, someone was watching the whole thing unfurl.

>Back with us, the smokes was clear, but we were on our last leg. Panther, Izumo, Kaz, and Beauchamp were now exhausted.

Izumo: (gasping) We can’t go on. At this rate, she’s going to kill us.

Kaz: At this point... I don’t think she cares anymore.

Panther: What do we do now?

Agatha: (preparing for one last attack) I think you would have figured that out by now.

>Agatha’s next attack was now charged. This was it. What will we do now?

>...

???: THAT’S ENOUGH!!!

Agatha: !

Everyone: !

>Suddenly, a large hot blast comes flying in. I managed to get a look at what it was... Blue flames.

Kaz: (shocked) Holy...

Shiemi: Me and Izumo met Haru at a gardening exhibition... But who do you think told us about it?

So that’s...

Rin Okumura: ... Just finish it.

Panther: Right.

>Panther casts a healing spell on us. Kaz goes up to his unconscious aunt.

Kaz: (grimly) Aunt Agatha, you’ve made yourself into a danger to everyone, including yourself. I’m afraid you’ve left me with no other choice.

>Kaz’s hands charge with energy and starts to make some gestures with them.

Wolf: What are you doing?

Kaz: Just something Aunt Angelique taught me during her last visit. Let’s hope it works.

>Kaz continues his spell as a magic circle appears around Agatha. It seemed to be working, whatever it is, but not so much.

Kaz: Dammit.

Arcangelo: What’s wrong, Kaz?

Kaz: This is the first time I’m casting this spell. I guess I should have practiced it a little more. But Aunt Angelique also said this this spell is more effective if more than one person casts it. But where am I going to find two more Magistocrats right now?

>Kaz then looks to Rin Okumura.

Kaz: Fine, I’ll take what I can get. Look, I know you don’t normally do this sort of thing, but please help me here.

>Rin Okumura goes up to Agatha and begins making the same gesture with his blue flames.

Kaz: It’s working, but we need one more.

>Suddenly, I hear a voice calling. I look up.

Lavenza’s Voice: Trickster, if you can hear my voice, then you know what must be done.

Joker: I understand.

>I go next to Kaz.

Kaz: Ren?

>I point my arms at Agatha... and glowing energy came out and surrounded her.

Everyone (except Rin): !

Joker: Just keep focusing.

>Me, Kaz, and Rin continue to focus on Agatha for what seemed like forever... Then, it was over. I look up to see Rin leave. I look over at Beauchamp. He looked real serious when Rin was here. Then, I look over to Agatha who was getting up. But something was different... Agatha’s light pink hair was now... gray.

Arcangelo: Kaz, did you just...

>Agatha tries to fire energy at us... But nothing happens.

Agatha: (in utter disbelief) What... What did you do to me?

Kaz: I cannot kill you Auntie because we’re still in a way family. So we did the only thing could do... You... are not a Magistocrat anymore.

Agatha: ...

Kaz: I learned the hard way what it truly means to have a heart. Something even powers could help me with... Hopefully the same could be done for you.

>He turns to Wolf.

Wolf: Right.

>Wolf goes to Agatha, picks her up, and slaps handcuff on her.

Wolf: Agatha Kaan, you are under arrest for sedition, mistreatment, misdemeanor, exploitation, assault, and attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney and whatever counseling that attorney can provide. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand and accept these rights?

>Agatha, knowing that she’s been beaten, nods. Wolf then escorts her away.

Kaz: Ren, we did we just see you do?

I think... me and Rin just proved Charles’ story true...

Either that or my alien powers are active.

Skull: Still, wow. I can’t believe you could do that. And I can’t believe Ann just transformed.

Panther: (returning to Human Form) Me neither. I’ve gotta let Headmistress Faragonda know about this.

Queen: We’ll do it later. Right now, we should go.

Kaz: Go where? I mean, I know where you guys can go, but what about me and Charles. As you can see, our place is pretty much wrecked.

Skull: What about your friends’ place?

Kaz: I think they’re getting reeling from their change of heart by now. And I’m really in no mood to go to the Hamptons.

Arcangelo: Well, you could always stay at my place.

Kaz: ... Actually, I would like that very much.

Charles: Shall I salvage whatever possessions we have left here?

Kaz: I suppose we should. I’m not sure if there’s anything left.

Beauchamp: Leave it to me. I’ll see if I can get this place back in order.

>Beauchamp begins waving his magic pen and the penthouse starts to rebuild itself... Slowly but surely.

Beauchamp: Of course, this may take a while. I’ve already used up a lot of my energy today and one of my friends is more skilled at this stuff than me.

Ohya: Are you sure? I don’t think I can cover what just happened alone.

Beauchamp: Hey, I’m just the intern here. Besides, there will be other stories... Ones including that Okumura boy.

Shiemi: (curious) What do you mean?

Beauchamp: ... (small smile) You’ll see. (goes back to fixing the penthouse)

>What does he mean by that? Well, it doesn’t matter right now. Right now, we did it. We changed the hearts of everyone in Neo Yokio. It wasn’t easy, but we did it.

>Another successful heist.

>Now we know we said this would be the conclusion, but with everything that happened, I think we may need an epilogue... Hopefully it will be a short one.

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