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sweetest-honeybee · 4 years ago

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To Hell and Back

Chapter 17

Summary: Wels basically tries to kill Tango.

Characters: Wels, Tango, Beef mentions

TW: Hella violent chapter, includes blood and pain

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Even a couple days later after his little dispute with Beef, Wels was still quite annoyed. For those couple days he decided to just stay around his base, careful not to wander over into Beef’s territory. The butcher was now the last person he wanted to see right now and he was fine with staying home alone if it meant he didn’t.

But inevitably, he’d have to leave for some particular reason at some point. Today was that day and he was going to have to meet with Tango. He already rejected the offers to visit or receive visitors from other Hermits, but suspicion was bound to rise if he continued to reject the many invitations. Especially since he started in the series so late. The others wanted to see him again.

That being said, he laid in bed wondering if he could come up with some kind of excuse. He had to breed cows for hours, his portal needed some recalibration, he needed to grind for new stuff because he lost all of it again, something like that. It would be believable but Beef was bound to chatter off to someone.

Not that Wels thought anything was wrong. He was still the same old chivalrous knight he was for years beforehand, Beef was just overreacting. But if the butcher happened to tell Xisuma what he thought, the admin would definitely ask some questions.

While he thought, his communicator buzzed a few times. Kicking off his blanket with a groan- despite being only noon- he saw that Tango was persistent in making sure Wels left his house. There were at least ten new messages pestering him to come over.

Mostly with bribes for good trading which Wels knew he probably wouldn’t be able to turn down if he tried. He needed some stuff that Tango was willing to trade for a lower price than the shops in the shopping district. The buzzing continued.

<TangoTek> Helloooooo

<TangoTek> Wels

<TangoTek> I’ll give you a bunch of iron

<TangoTek> Gunpowder?

<Keralis> I’ll take some

<TangoTek> :(

<TangoTek> I can see you reading my messages

<TangoTek> Please come over

<MumboJumbo> What on earth is going on?

Wels rolled his eyes. Desperate much? He winced at the thought. No, no, Tango had a point. He’d never call him desperate just for wanting to see him again. Actually that was odd. Wels was not the type to ignore everyone.

Was that what Beef meant? Of course not, Wels felt fine. Great, in fact. He hadn’t felt this good in ages, just a little more irritable than usual, he supposed. Maybe he was just stressed from continually trying to avoid everyone. He really did probably need to see someone.

And that someone would be Tango, he guessed. Might as well. His communicator kept buzzing repeatedly. With a sigh, he finally replied.

<TangoTek> WWWEEEEEELLLSS

<Welsknight> I’m coming over

He threw it back into his pocket and left his bed for the first time in probably at least 24 hours. Stretching his legs felt odd after being still for so long when he was used to walking around every day. Still, he threw on his armor and elytra, not immediately noticing how grey his feathered wings looked than usual.

Wels assumed he wouldn’t be gone for long so food wasn’t necessary- not that Tango wouldn’t lend him some if it became a problem. However, he still kept his sword on his hip if there were any….complications. Unknowingly, he snickered at the thought. With a last look in the mirror, he decided that he was fully ready to leave, completely disregarding his feathers’ new color.

As he walked out the front door, his head turned to the general direction of Beef’s village. An intense scowl crossed his face but before he could think further, he fired off his rockets. He had no time to keep thinking about that lying little butcher.

He winced at the thought again. He didn’t like Beef much now, but that was a bit harsh. Either way, Beef was going to start drama if this continued and Wels wasn’t a fan of being in the middle of one huge argument, especially something having to do with Helsknight of all people. The dark knight was also one of the last people he wanted to see either. He was almost too glad that Evil Xisuma kept him so far away from Wels.

Though, he was beginning to not like Ex either, to be honest. Avoiding the other hermits for three days left more time to think and most of his thoughts consisted of recalling different memories of other evil hermits who threatened to destroy something they loved. Evil Xisuma was certainly one of them.

The counterpart thankfully lost most of his power over the last couple of years. Ever since he decided to move back into the Overworld, he wasn’t granted as many abilities by Xisuma as he had when he lived freely off of the powers given to him by ‘The Lord of Darkness’.

But Wels was getting sidetracked. He plastered on a grin and kept his pace, soon eyeing the colorful asymmetrical buildings on the horizon. The sight always brought on a chuckle from the knight and the grin quickly softened into a more genuine expression. Despite his previous thoughts, he was beginning to grow more excited to see his demon friend.

He opted to land on one of the rooftops and pulled out his communicator. Wels didn’t immediately type in any messages in case Tango was somewhere nearby or flying around while he waited for Wels to arrive. That assumption seemed to be correct when the bat winged figure came into view about a hundred feet away and quickly made its way over.

When Tango landed, the knight was pulled into a spine crushing hug followed by some pats on the back. Awkwardly, Wels just lightly patted the other on the back, not really reciprocating the hug as enthusiastically as Tango probably would’ve liked.

The demon pulled back but kept a hold on the knight’s shoulders which Wels gladly showed some disdain towards. “Jeez, where have you been, man?! Nobody’s heard from you for a couple days now!” At the uncomfortable expression from Wels briefly glancing at his hands, he pulled them away.

“Just needed to be away from people for a while, ya know? I had some personal stuff going on.” He picked something dirt off his shoulder and flicked it away absentmindedly as if Tango dirtied his shirt sleeve.

“Oh, anything you wanna talk about?”

Wels shook his head. “No, no, just Helsknight stuff.” He clapped his hands together. “Anyways! You had some trades in mind? I’m really running out of iron and I’ve got beacon pyramids to build.”

Abandoning his previous worry, the demon lit up with a snort. “I may know a guy….” Tango eyed Wels with a grin. “Iron shop sells a stack of blocks for a diamond, I’ll give you two stacks for a diamond. Or, if you can provide me with a ton of concrete, we can work something out there.”

The knight thought for a second, considering the offer. “Hm, that sounds like one hell of a deal. I’ll think about that while we discuss some other deals.” Wels brushed his fingers over the hilt of his sword absentmindedly. “Heard from the grapevine that you have a creeper farm too.”

Tango eyed the hilt curiously. His eyes followed back up to Wels. “There’s a TNT and rocket shop in the shopping district, but if you want to be fully self-sufficient, I’ll just let you use the farm whenever if there’s something you can offer of equal value.”

“Awesome, one more thing. Obsidian, tons of it, just tons of obsidian. It’ll make sense in a couple months, but I can’t say what it’s for right now.”

Tango raised a brow. “Tons like….a hundred stacks? Or….”

“About four hundred stacks.”

The demon’s jaw practically fell to the floor. “F- Four hundred?” He rubbed at his neck and whistled for emphasize the amount. “That’s….a lot. And a LOT of hours. Even with efficiency and insta-mine, that many stacks is still days worth of mining.” He sighed. “I’d love to help with that but I’m not exactly made of diamonds or have that much time on my hands. It’s not exactly something that can be automated like iron or gunpowder.”

Wels rolled his eyes which Tango made a confused face to.

“Fine, fine,” Wels began with huff. “I’ll find someone else then. Make it four stacks of iron blocks for a diamond and I’ll give you half my loot from the end for the creeper farm.”

Tango stuttered at the utterly ridiculous proposal (though some shulker boxes would be nice, but Wels didn’t visit The End often). “Wha- four stacks of iron blocks?! For a diamond?!”

The confusion didn’t phase Wels in the slightest. “Yes, that is what I said.” His gaze hardened on Tango, fingers tightening around the hilt of his sword. “Is there a problem with that?”

“Is there a proble- Wels that’s the worst deal I’ve ever heard of! I mean I guess a few shulkers would be nice for the creeper farm but you rarely visit the end!”

“Four stacks.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

Slowly, the sword was being pulled from its sheath. Tango noticed instantly.

“Put the sword away, Wels. You’re better than that,” he gulped. His voice wavered ever so slightly which Wels merely smirked at. This wasn’t like him….

“Four stacks, Tango. Or we’ll have a better form of negotiation.”

Tango lifted his hands defensively, moving one to the hilt of his own sword. “Okay, please tell me that you’re Hels in disguise or something. You’re not actually going to try to threaten me into a deal here, right?”

That seemed to set off something in Wels’s mind when Tango saw the familiar bright blue eyes bring on a redder hue.

And that in itself was already more concerning. Almost too quickly, the knight lost his previously colder stare and lashed out.

“Argh!” The knight unsheathed his sword. “Why do you guys keep saying that?! I’m fine! I feel fine! I-“ Wels swung once at Tango. “-Don’t-“ The demon drew his own sword to block the hit with wide eyes. “-Want-“ The knight swung again. “-Anything-“ Swing. “-To do-“ He lifted it above his head. “-With that-“ He threw an intense glare at Tango. “-Stupid knight!” He brought the sword down, only narrowly missing Tango’s left.

Frantically pulling up his inventory, the demon threw on his armor. He ducked and hopped around and leaned away from each swing of the blade. Each time, he tried to persuade the knight into calming down but evidently to no avail while the other spewed curses at him.

“Wels- Wels stop! I’m not fighting!” Tango took some rockets and flew away, Wels only just on his tail. “What’s gotten into you?!” He shouted. He felt the blade just barely nick his boot. “I’m sorry I said that-!” He turned and took his own swing at Wels, grazing his shoulder. “We can talk about this!”

“I don’t need to talk! I’m not-“ Wels swung again. “I’m not anything like him!”

Only now while the knight struggled to balance himself out after the swing did Tango notice how dark his feathers were. Were they that grey before? The sun was shining right on them earlier, they seemed so light before. With a closer look, the demon could see feathers falling to the earth with each frantic flap, revealing patches of dark skin underneath.

“Okay, okay! You’re not but will you stop trying to kill me?!” Using a kick to the other’s chest, he boosted himself away from Wels. Wels on the other hand only kept struggling. Flying wasn’t his strong suit, Tango knew, and he’d use that to his advantage.

Using another couple of rockets, he tried to get as far away from Wels as possible. Mostly, he flew in circles around him to keep an eye on what he was trying to do. Wels mostly just sent glares in his direction because he knew that he wouldn’t maneuver his way towards Tango that quickly. That in itself only angered him further.

While he flew each lap around him, he took the chance to talk at least some sense into him.

“Wels, what’s going on? Did something happen?” He asked from afar. Wels didn’t answer, still giving him the death glare. Tango spoke again, this time touching on something a bit more personal. “What did Hels do?”

The knight’s hands balled into harder fists around the sword. “I don’t need to tell you anything!”

Tango sighed. He was running out of rockets. “Okay, you don’t, but whatever you’re going through doesn’t justify trying to kill your friend!”

“You-“ Wels growled “- are not my friend!”

As Tango circled by too close this time, Wels swung once more, slicing a straight line across his side and into his right wing. With an audible gasp, the demon was sent flying with now broken elytra into the direction of the towers. The familiar blue concrete came into view quickly and he already knew how much the impact was going to hurt from previous experiences. God, how much he hated respawning. He was almost certain he was going to die the second he made contact with the roof.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, he initially felt his face slam into the cold concrete roof but in a panic, he took his wings to shield himself from further impact. It was a pathetic attempt at not injuring himself more than he already was. His armor shattered and disappeared in a wisp of blue and purple, leaving room for scraping his arms and legs.

His bad wing burned when it tore further and when he finally landed, he laid on his side and curled in on himself with heaving breaths. It hurt, everything was hurting and he hated that he wasn’t dead already. His sword flew off somewhere else but he assumed Wels would just put him out of his misery.

Wels landed and practically stomped towards the demon, sword still in hand. Tango could only watch as blood- his blood- dripped down the blade disturbingly. On the bright side, he wouldn’t be awake for much longer, he was out of it. He coughed meekly.

“N-nngh….hh….” he muttered out. He couldn’t speak. It hurt to move anything in his face. He simply opted for closing his eyes. Hopefully, someone would come and see what happened. Wels needed some serious help.

And as if his prayers were answered, he heard an all too familiar deep voiced, robotic accent.

#my fic #hermitcraft #welsknight #tango tek #tangotek #to hell and back #long post

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colbybrocksmolder · 5 years ago

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Blue - Colby Brock x Reader - Part 2/3

Part 1...

*** end of last chapter ***

“How’s it going so far?” Jake quietly asked, sitting on the coffee table facing Colby.

“Terrifyingly easy.” Colby answered, looking down and finding Ivy fast asleep.

“Well that’s a good thing, right?”, Jake said. “Y/n seems to fit right in. Her and Tara are bonding over SpongeBob memes as we speak.”

“That’s the terrifying part.” Colby said, gently brushing Ivy’s hair out of her face. “They’re here for a month. They’ve only been here for like 7 hours and I’m already sad that they’re going to leave.”

Jake watched Colby gazing down at the tiny sleeping figure in his arms. “I don’t know, brother. You’re usually a loner that likes his space. You might be happy when you’ve got your apartment back”, Jake laughed.

Colby just sighed. *what the fuck am I getting myself into?* he thought to himself.

*** start of new chapter ***

“All done!” Tara said, her and Y/n walking out of the spare room.

“I knew she was going to crash soon.” Y/n laughed, seeing Ivy once again asleep on Colby.

“This girl has endless energy.” Colby laughed, holding her tight against him while he sat up, making room for the girls on the couch.

“I told you. Having a kid is a lot of work.” Y/n replied, taking a seat next to Colby.

“Mike is the one that ran around playing tag with her for over an hour”, he laughed. “I got the easy job. We took naps and watched movies.”

“Well I, for one, am exhausted.” Y/n said, reaching to grab Ivy. “Us two are going to head to bed.”

Colby shifted Ivy from his arms to Y/n’s. “If you guys need anything at all, come get me. I don’t even care if I’m asleep.”

“He’s a deep sleeper.” Tara laughed. “Make sure you bring something to hit him with if you need to wake him up.”

Colby nodded, “She’s not wrong.”

“I think we have everything we need”, Y/n laughed. She turned to Colby. “Thank you again for making this so easy. All of you guys have gone out of your way to make us feel welcome.”

“You ARE welcome, Y/n. Both of you.” He could see her getting choked up again. “I’m going to walk these two out while you two get settled in your room.”

“It was so nice meeting you guys.” Y/n said, waving to Tara and Jake as she made her way to her bedroom.

“Same. I’m looking forward to hanging out again.” Tara replied while Jake waved.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Colby said, walking them to the door so he could lock it after they left. Once the door was locked, Colby walked the apartment making sure everything was turned off or put away. He hesitated at the spare bedroom door before lightly knocking.

“Come in.” Y/n called, throwing her hair up in a messy bun as Colby opened the door.

“Hey, I just wanted to check in one more time.” He said, standing in the doorway.

She looked over at him. “I’m sorry I got emotional a minute ago.” y/n apologized, looking away from Colby. “I’m exhausted and the trip was stressful….” She rambled.

Colby walked towards y/n, interrupting her with a hand on her shoulder. “Y/n. While I have no doubt that road tripping with an almost 3-year-old is stressful…I know there’s something else bugging you”, he said, pulling her into a tight hug. “I don’t know if something happened or if maybe someONE made you feel like you don’t deserve to be treated well, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m literally only a room away.”

Y/n nodded, her face hidden against Colby. “I’m just…I’m realizing a lot being around you guys for even just a short time.”

“I mean, we ARE kind of awesome.” Colby teased, trying to break the tension. He smiled hearing her laugh. “Get some sleep. You’ve got a few more people to meet tomorrow.”

Colby woke up the next morning to loads of noise coming from his living room. When he turned over and checked his phone he realized why. It was almost 1pm. “Oh fuck.” He croaked out, slipping a clean hoodie on before noticing something on his bedside table. There was a piece of computer paper with a crayon drawing on it. A stick figure in blue and a heart in red.

He walked out to the living room with the drawing in his hand. “Good morning, sleepy head.” Mike teased him, “Did my baby sleep well?”

“I slept like a rock, sweet cheeks”, Colby replied, blowing Mike a kiss.

Mike moved to “catch” the kiss Colby blew him before turning and pretending to wipe it all over Sam’s face.

“Noooo. No!” Sam dramatically wiped his hands on his face.

Ivy was cracking up watching the whole exchange. “Iiiiivyyyy” Colby drew out her name, holding up the drawing he had found by his bed. “Is this mine?” he asked, squatting down next to where she was coloring at the coffee table.

She looked up at him, nodding yes. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’m going to hang it up over here.” He took the drawing and hung it on his fridge. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?” Colby asked, turning back to the room.

“I was going to when Ivy went to put the drawing in your room, but she shushed me and pointed towards the door.” Jake laughed, “I wasn’t going to argue with her.”

Colby sat cross legged on the floor by the coffee table, pulling the little girl into his lap so she sat a little higher. “You can always wake me up, Ivy.” He told her, watching her draw.

“No get in trouble.” She mumbled, reaching for another crayon.

“I promise you’ll never get in trouble for waking me up.” He said, kissing the top of her head. “Where are the girls?”

“They’re picking up lunch. Kevin and some of the others are going to head over here soon, too.” Mike answered.

The next few days were a crazy hectic blur. Y/n and Mike had shared some of their half-written songs and lyric ideas with each other to get their creative juices flowing. Kat and Y/n filmed a “Singing on street corners” video and before they even posted their video, clips of them had practically gone viral. Each of the guys and a few of the girls all filmed group videos. Y/n was in most of them and Ivy was in a few too. And after an already long day, Colby still needed to film his video.

“uuuughh”, Colby groaned, staring blankly at the wall.

“You good?” Sam asked, his laptop out with research for their next series location on the screen.

“I have to film my video tonight and I have no idea what to film.” Colby replied.

“Film something that always bangs.” Sam said. “Let’s do a truth or strip.”

“Ahem.” Colby cleared his throat, pointing towards the little girl sleeping on the couch cushion next to him.

“Yeaaaaaah, let’s not.” Sam laughed. “Wait, do it the way Kat and I did! We put something on every time we didn’t want to answer a question.”

“Could do.” Colby said, thinking it over. “Just no swearing or sexual stuff.”

“Who would have thought Colby Brock would turn his channel PG.” Sam teased, going to set up the camera. “Go grab a bunch of hoodies and stuff. I’ll start writing down questions.”

“Aight, I’ll be back.” Colby replied. He stopped by the spare room to see if Y/n would ask the questions for the video.

“Of course.” y/n replied.

So far, the video was pretty funny. Even with keeping it fairly cleaner than Sam and Colby’s usual content. “Next question. Have either of you ever skinny dipped?” Y/n asked.

Sam and Colby looked at each other, Sam reaching out and grabbing another sweater.

“Brother, putting on another shirt is basically just saying yes.” Colby laughed, blushing a bit, “So yes. I have gone skinny dipping.”

“I think everyone should at least once.” Y/n added, saying “Next question” before either of the boys could say anything back. “Who are your YouTube crushes?”

“Katrina Stuart”, Sam smirked into the camera.

“Not fair.” Colby shoved Sam.

“I mean, Kat’s hot. I get it.” Y/n pointed out.

“Don’t I know it”, Sam made kissy faces at the camera.

“I’m keeping that whole thing in the video” Colby laughed. “Ignore me while I throw on ANOTHER friggen hoodie.”

“You cold?” they heard Ivy ask. She had woken up sometime during the last question. Colby finally popped his head through the hoodie and he made a face a her. She burst out in giggles.

“Are you laughing at me?” Colby asked, slowly creeping towards the little girl.

Sam stood up, taking the camera off the tripod. “I think she was.” He added.

“Nooooo” she squealed, backing up off of the couch.

“I think you were.” Colby said, wiggling his fingers towards her like he was going to tickle her.

She ran around the coffee table, uncontrollably laughing before trying to hide behind y/n’s legs.

“Oh no you don’t”, Colby crouched down on the other side of y/n, reaching around her legs and tickling Ivy.

“Hey, how did I get in the middle of this?” Y/n laughed.

“Moooom”, Ivy squealed between fits of laughter.

“Run Ivy!” Y/n pushed Colby off balance, so he fell back on his butt. The girl went to hide on the side of the couch.

“Not fair! I can barely move in all these hoodies!” Colby laughed laying on his back, pretending like he couldn’t get up. “Ivy, come help me!”

The girl peeked around the side of the couch. “I don’t know if I’d trust him.” Sam said, still filming the whole thing.

“I can’t get up!” Colby continued.

Ivy started slowly walking towards Colby, leaning over to see what he was doing. Colby laid there with his eyes closed not moving an inch. “Blue?” Ivy said, reaching down to poke him.

“Got you!” Colby half shouted, sitting up and pulling Ivy to his lap. He tickled her again, laughing quite a bit himself.

“You fibbed” she squealed out between laughs.

Colby chuckled and stopped tickling her. “I’m sorry”, he said, pulling her into a hug. He looked up at Sam and remembered they had been filming a video. “I think that’s all we’re going to get done for this one, guys” Colby laughed, addressing his audience. “Make sure to like and subscribe. Hit up all my social media pages. I’ll make sure to link Y/n and Sam down below so make sure you check them out too.” Colby looked down at Ivy. “Wave bye to the camera, Ivy”

“Byyyye” she waved, laughing when Colby tickled her again.

“Alright, guys. See you next week!” Colby waved to the camera.

“I am sweating to death” Sam said, starting to take the hoodies off.

“You think you’re sweating? I’ve got on twice as many, brother.” Colby whined, struggling to get them off of himself. “I’m going to shower and edit, so I probably won’t see you guys again tonight”, he said, looking up at Y/n.

“I have to be at Mike’s early tomorrow anyways” Y/n replied, looking at the time.

“You look nervous”, Colby chuckled, shedding the last of the hoodies.

“It’s always nerve-wracking working with someone new. I’m equal parts excited and nervous.” She explained.

“You’re going to do great.” Colby said, standing up and looking at her fondly. “Seriously. You write amazing music and your voice…come on. Your voice is killer.”

Y/n blushed. “Thank you. I think I needed that.” She said, turning to head to her bedroom. “Come on, Ivy!”

Ivy ran to Colby, reaching up for him to pick her up. “You have to get to bed, kiddo.” He said, picking her up.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. “Night, blue.”

Colby couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Goodnight, sweetheart”, he replied, putting her down so she could head to her mom. He was up editing for a few hours and when he checked the living room, all of the lights were off. He made sure the front door was locked and headed to bed.

“Ivy, you need to eat your breakfast so we can start our day.” Y/n quietly told her daughter for the 3rd time. Ivy laid her head down on the coffee table with her hand to her other cheek. “Aww, baby. Your teeth?” Y/n realized why her daughter had woken up in a mood.

Ivy nodded as a few tears fell down her cheeks. Y/n grabbed her ice pack and picked ivy up, cradling her in her arms with the ice pack against her cheek.

Colby was up the second he heard Ivy crying. He shot out of bed and hurried into the living room in just his sweatpants ready to tackle whatever made that little girl cry. “What’s going on?” he said, looking around until he saw the two girls on the couch. “What happened?” he asked, kneeling down in front of them.

“Nothing happened. I’m sorry she woke you up.” Y/n apologized, “She’s got a few more baby teeth coming in.”

“Stop apologizing”, Colby said, his voice still thick with sleep. He grabbed Ivy’s hand “I’m sorry you’re hurting.” Looking up at Y/n he asked, “Is there any medicine we can give her to help?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s in my room.” She answered, going to stand up.

“Here.” Colby said, putting his arms out for Ivy to come to him. “Why don’t you go grab the medicine and I’ll take this one.”

Ivy clung on to Colby, tucking her face in his neck. “Oooo your cheek is cold”, Colby laughed. “Do you want the ice?” he asked her, feeling her shake her head no.

“Here you go, baby.” Y/n walked into the kitchen to grab a spoon. “This will help you.” Ivy lifted her head to take her medicine and quickly tucked her face back in Colby’s neck. “This stuff always makes her so sleepy.”

“You’ll feel better soon.” Colby said, lightly bouncing her in his arms.

“I’ll go grab her a comfy outfit so she can sleep in her car-seat.” Y/n said, turning to head to her room.

“Y/n, you can just leave her here”, Colby suggested, continuing to bounce the little girl in his arms.

“I’m going to be gone all day, though.” Y/n replied, putting her hand on Ivy’s back.

“So? We can go back to bed for a while, I’ll make sure she gets something to eat in a little bit, and you won’t be stressing about her on your first writing day with Mike.” Colby reassured her.

Y/n thought about it. “Maybe I can come home for lunch.” She said, “I’d feel bad if you had to watch her all day.”

“Y/n, I don’t HAVE to do anything. I’m volunteering. And if you install her car-seat in my car, I can bring her to visit you guys if she’s feeling better when she wakes up.” He offered.

Y/n took in the scene in front of her. Colby was standing there shirtless, gently bouncing her daughter, rubbing soothing circles into her back. His hair was a mess and his eyes were closed as he mumbled little ‘you’re okays’ to Ivy. *I could get used to this* she thought to herself, finally warming up to the fact that maybe some people really do care. Not everyone wants something from you. “You’re a hard man to argue with.” Y/n smiled up at him.

“Then don’t argue with me.” Colby smirked.

Y/n reached up and pressed a kiss to Colby’s cheek. “I’m going to go get dressed”, she said, looking down at Ivy. “And this one is already half asleep so you two are good to go back to bed.”

“Does she have like a blanket she likes or a stuffed animal or something?” He asked, following Y/n.

“She’s never liked stuffed animals, actually.” Y/n answered. “Here’s her little security blanket.”

"I’ll grab that, we’re going to go nap, and you have a great day.” Colby said, sleepily wandering back to his room. He left his door open so Y/n could stop by if she wanted to before she left. “Let go, sweetheart.” Colby whispered to Ivy, laying her down on his bed and handing her her little blanket. He made sure she was on the side that was against the wall so that she didn’t roll off. “Your mom said you didn’t like stuffed animals, but this guy here is special.” He said, grabbing his stuffed koala.

Ivy sniffled, little remnants of her crying finally fading. “Thank you”

“Get some sleep.” He said, crawling into bed “You’ll feel better soon.”

When Y/n finished getting ready about an hour later, she quietly tiptoed into Colby’s room. She immediately grabbed her phone, taking a picture of the precious sight before her. Colby was on his side and Ivy was the cutest little spoon you’ve ever seen. In her arms was the stuffed Koala and Colby’s arm was draped over both of them, snoring.

Over the next week or so, it became a habit that when Y/n would wake up early to go write with Mike, Ivy would just crawl into bed with Colby. He would wake up hours later to tiny cuddles. They’d get dressed, go sit at some restaurant for lunch, and then bring food to Mike and Y/n. In fact, Colby’s video this week was just vlog footage of him and Ivy. They had gone to the zoo, gotten ice cream or food a dozen times, and gone to the park to swing. Today, Brennen brought Kobe over to the apartment so Colby and him could film a video for Brennen’s channel.

“I never thought I’d think something was cuter than my dog, but damn.” Brennen laughed, watching Ivy and Kobe play fetch.

Colby laughed, reminding Ivy not to throw the toy in the kitchen. He didn’t want her to get hurt on the corners of the counter. “She’s something”, he said, hearing Ivy call out an “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay, sweetheart. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Colby smiled.

“You’re in full dad mode, bro.” Brennen said, smirking over at one of his best friends.

Colby looked at him with his eyebrows furrowed together. “Am not.”

“My dude, it’s obvious you care about her. And you haven’t shut up about Y/n.” Brennen laughed, hitting Colby’s chest with the back of his hand. “You haven’t come out partying once since they got here.”

“First, y/n obviously doesn’t like me like that. She’s been here for 2 weeks and absolutely nothing has happened. No real flirting, no nothing. So, I can pine all I want, but I’m going to have to accept it when they leave.” Colby said, trying not to sound sad about that fact.

“I disagree”, Brennen tried to sneak in, but Colby continued talking, giving him a look.

“And second, I do care about Ivy.” Colby said, hearing her break out in a fit of laughter as Kobe licked her face. “I have this feeling that her dad was a dirtbag.”

“Yeah?” Brennen asked.

“Y/n would fight back tears the whole first week she was here whenever we were nice to her. Like, just our normal friends group level of nice.” Colby said, thinking back on how Y/n had reacted. “And Ivy apologized for everything. She accidentally spilled water on the coffee table and kept asking me if I was sure she wasn’t in trouble. Like, who the fuck would get mad over spilling water? Especially at their own daughter?”

“Have you talked to Y/n about it?” Bren asked.

“No. I kind of let her know I knew something was going on. That I was here. That she could talk to me whenever she was ready, I just…They don’t deserve that, dude. They deserve all the love in the world.” Colby continued watching Ivy and Kobe play.

“I gotta head out, but I’m going to say something to you first.” Brennen said, waiting for Colby to look at him. “I know you’re young. I know. #Brolby. We’re wild boys that like to have fun and do stupid shit so I know I’m not who you expected this to come from…but you’ve got a lot of love to give, brother. My dad didn’t give two shits about what happened to my siblings or my mom. It’s fucking obvious you care. A LOT. So don’t NOT take your chance because your palms get sweaty around your crush. There’s a lot more riding on this than whether or not a girl rejects you. No one’s going to love that little girl as much as you already do.”

Brennen stood up, putting his phone in his pocket and grabbing his camera. “Preciosa mío, come say bye to uncle Brennen.” He called out, picking Ivy up when she ran to him. “I promise I’ll bring Kobe back to play soon.” He kissed her on the cheek and put her down.

“Hey Ivy, if you go put on your jacket, we can go see mommy and Mike.” Colby stood up, following Brennen to the door.

Ivy ran to her room squealing about getting to play with more dogs.

“Brennen.” Colby said, pulling him into their usual bro hug when he turned around. When Brennen went to pull away, Colby held him tight for a second. “Thanks, man.”

Brennen clapped him on the back, “Anytime, brother.”

part 3...

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anotherdayinchuckletown · 5 years ago

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They’re Funny That Way, Chapter 1

Hey, guys! How’s it going? I’ve been writing for about ten years now, but this is only the second ever fic I’ve shared anywhere, so I’m super nervous!!!

This is basically my take on a Harley Quinn origin story tailored to the universe of Joker (2019). It’s going to be Harley like we’ve never seen her before, with lots of Arthur, lots of Sophie, lots of original characters, and lots of twists and turns.

I’m SO beyond excited to finally share this with you guys, and I hope you all enjoy! Please like, comment, reblog if you do so that I know if you guys love reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it! This fic is also posted to my AO3 account (https://archiveofourown.org/users/marie_deneuve), so you can also read it there if you’d like!

Without further ado, heeeere we go!!

Chapter 1

The apartment building at Eleven-Forty Anderson Avenue is an eyesore situated in the midst of a likewise ugly city called Gotham. A pimple on a face only a mother could love. A pariah among pariahs.

Management has long since stopped caring about its maintenance, leaving it a patchwork of leaking ceilings, cracking foundations, and broken windows haphazardly boarded shut. Even the most seasoned resident of Gotham City would quicken his pace when passing the telltale archways which separate the apartments from the rest of the city.

Sophie Dumond is currently doing her best to avoid saying any of that out loud.

“It’s really not that bad,” she lies. “Definitely a far cry from where you’re living now, but once you get used to it, it’s not the worst.” Although she is on the phone, she looks down at her shoes anyway, so as not to look her guilt in the face. A crack in the tile beneath her feet stares back accusingly.

“Really? My brother told me his appliances never work, and the maintenance crew is impossible to reach,” the voice on the other line replies skeptically. It belongs to another young woman by the name of Emma Boulanger – Emma Scott, actually, ever since her marriage – who has been Sophie’s best friend since the two of them met in elementary school. She is also the godmother of Sophie’s five-year-old daughter, which was an unpopular decision she had been made to justify more times than she would have liked (honestly, though, her sister could call her if she ever became less of a pretentious bitch).

This phone call marks the first time Sophie has heard from her in one month, two weeks, and six days. Not that she’s been counting or anything.

It’s just strange not to talk to her, as she’s always the first to know of any big changes in her friend’s life. Emma is certainly the first to know about changes in Sophie’s life as well. She’s there when they both open up their letters of acceptance into Gotham University, whooping and cheering and dreaming of finally, finally leaving this shithole, getting glamorous jobs in the big city. She’s there when Sophie is curled up on her bathroom floor, crying and clutching a positive pregnancy test, wanting the best for the child growing inside of her, yet fearing she would never be able to provide it.

That’s why it’s so odd when Emma’s twin brother is the one to mention in the hallway one day that his sister has filed for divorce. And furthermore, that she’s returning to Gotham to live with him until she gets back on her feet.

“Like I said, Emma, it’s not perfect,” she relents. “But hey, at least it’ll be nice to hang out again. It’s been way too long.”

“Yeah, it really has! I moved, what, almost two years ago?” Emma’s voice brightens marginally, and Sophie can nearly see the lopsided grin spreading across her face, so familiar is she with every tic, every tell, every minuscule inflection to her words. “Metropolis is boring as hell, by the way. I almost miss Gotham - call me crazy.”

Sophie huffs, knowing full well that Emma is playing it cool - trying not to let on how much she dreads moving back to a city she called a living, breathing prison for so many years. Best to keep things lighthearted then. Empathize with her, acknowledge her feelings, but never, never pity her. “You’re definitely crazy, Em,” she shoots back, raising an eyebrow. “What exactly does it for you, the enormous rats or the graffiti dicks?”

An almost imperceptible chuckle filters through the receiver. “Well, no one ever really escapes Gotham, do they? I figure I might as well develop a little Stockholm Syndrome.”

Sophie doesn’t immediately respond to the bleak sentiment. It’s simply a joke, of course, and as a matter of fact, very on-brand. But there’s enough truth to it to cause a momentary lapse in the lightness of their conversation.

Sophie has found gradually that Emma was right growing up. Gotham truly seems less like a place and more like an entity. It has a certain way of taking, taking, taking from a person, and when that person has nothing left to give, taking just a little bit more. The citizens meander like restless spirits, doomed to wander to and from their low-wage jobs for eternity. The air is heavier out there, tugging their faces down into sour expressions, aging them prematurely. A reflection of their surroundings.

Sophie often wonders if she looks the way they do.

If Emma notices the shift – which she certainly does, she always does – she politely ignores it. “I guess beggars can’t be choosers… It was nice of Eddie to let me stay with him on such short notice.” Fondly, she adds, “He may be a bit of a shithead, but he’s a good brother.”

Before Sophie can stop herself, she laughs aloud. “No comment. We do live on the same floor, you know.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Do you two ever hang out?”

“Not particularly.” Sophie doesn’t dislike Eddie – quite the opposite, in fact. She always chalks up her lack of chemistry with him to simply having nothing in common. He and Emma share nothing but a birthday, a head of golden hair, and a pair of striking ice-blue eyes.

Rapid footsteps make their way into the foyer, breaking Sophie out of her reverie. “Mommy, look what I drew!”

Muttering a quick “hang on a second” into the receiver, she turns toward the source of the sound, and a sheet of paper is practically shoved in her face from below. She is met with a mish-mosh of various shapes and colors, one large brown figure taking precedence in the middle of the page.

She smiles warmly. “Wow, that’s very good, Gigi! What’s that a picture of?”

The artist beams with pride. “It’s the roach you killed in the bathroom yesterday!”

Son of a bitch.

“Can we put it on the fridge, Mommy?”

Blinking owlishly, Sophie scrambles for a response. They really don’t teach her this shit in those parenting books she sometimes finds at Gotham Central Library.

She settles on, “Honey, you already have so many nice ones up there, I just can’t decide which ones to keep! Let’s put this one away for now, and I’ll think about it, okay?” She offers her free hand to take the drawing so that she can accidentally misplace it later.

It does the trick. “Okay!” her daughter chirps, proudly handing over her portrait. Encourage, then swiftly change the subject – a motherly sort of manipulation that works in everyone’s favor.

“Holy shit, I haven’t even asked about Gigi yet!” Emma exclaims. “God, she must be getting so big! She starts Kindergarten this year, right?”

“Yeah, in the fall. And she comes all the way up to my waist now, isn’t that insane?” Unmistakable pride colors Sophie’s response.

“That’s so awesome! Did she miss me at all?” comes over the receiver as Gigi simultaneously begins an onslaught of “who’s that, Mommy, who’s that?”

“Miss you? Are you kidding? Listen to this.” Sophie crouches next to her daughter, holding the phone away from her ear, but nearby so that Emma can hear. “Gigi, your Aunt Emma’s on the phone. She’s coming to live here again soon, isn’t that great?”

The resounding shriek is a good indicator that she agrees. And that Sophie is going to have to bring the neighbors another gift basket so they don’t complain about her to the landlord.

“Can I talk to Aunt Emma, Mommy? Can I, can I, please, please, please?” Tiny, impatient hands grapple for the phone as laughter pours in from the other line.

“Come on, if I let you talk to her now, we’ll be stuck here forever.” A quick glance at the clock reveals that it’s nearing eight o'clock. “Besides, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for bed soon?”

Gigi wrinkles her nose in distaste, and Sophie cuts her off before the complaints can begin. “No arguments, Gigi. Go start your bath – I’ll be there in just a minute.”

She receives a defiant huff; nevertheless, Gigi stomps her way to the bathroom, and Sophie waits for the sound of running water before she returns to the previous conversation.

“So anyway, Eddie tells me you’re holed up in a hotel room until the weekend. I’m guessing that Daniel didn’t take the…the breakup news very well?” she asks, somewhat cautiously. Talking about Emma’s husband – now ex-husband – is a mixed bag, even back when they were dating.

“You could say that,” Emma responds sheepishly. “It wasn’t pretty, let’s leave it at that. I thought it would be best for me to get out of the house right away, give him some time to himself.”

It makes Sophie nervous that she is skirting the question, but then again, Emma’s in a vulnerable position at the moment. And she’s rarely one to talk at length about her own emotions in the first place – she’s much more of a listener.

Sophie would like to ask what she means by “it wasn’t pretty”, but decides against prying. She would also like to ask why she ever married that jackass in the first place, since their relationship had been obviously strained from day one. It was always as if the two of them were tightrope walking over a volcano – bubbling quietly, boiling and threatening to swallow them both whole. The smallest change in the wind, the most harmless comment about Daniel not picking his towel up off the floor could send them tumbling into the inferno. She supposes one of them finally fell.

Something about that man has always creeped her out, but she gave up voicing her discontent with him after about the thirtieth time Emma brushed her off. She won’t say “I told you so��, since she wouldn’t want to belittle whatever pain Emma is going through. Still, she can’t help but feel a little relief – that doesn’t make her a terrible friend, right?

All of this can wait, though. It can wait until they’re seeing each other face-to-face again. Until Sophie isn’t on a strict time limit. She needs to wrap up the current conversation quickly because if she doesn’t, she could possibly be dealing with a flooded bathroom shortly. Five-year-olds do not generally care about the cost of repairing water damage if it seeps into the downstairs neighbor’s ceiling.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay, with…you know…everything.”

“Of course!” Emma reassures her. “I’m perfectly fine. Like I said, I’m looking forward to being home. Honestly.”

Sophie is not convinced, and frankly, it sounds like Emma is not either. She wonders if her friend has been checking in on the worsening condition of their hometown from Metropolis. The homeless population is growing by the day, and the working class is becoming more and more restless due to low wages and poor working conditions in the inner city. Rumor has it that sanitation workers are chief among the dissatisfied, and a garbage strike is all but guaranteed by winter.

So much she wants to say. So much she can’t say. “That’s good. I’m happy for you.”

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Emma remembers around this time last year taking a trip to Paris, France. She saw the premiere of a musical there called Les Misérables – it was based off of her favorite book by Victor Hugo, so naturally, she begged and begged to go.

And what a payoff! The show was spectacular, from the costumes to the stage design to the music. Oh, the music! Despite being there with her then-husband, she had the most fun she’d had in years, letting the melancholy chords turn her as light as the air and the lyrics carry her far, far away in the wind.

Even more than the music, she was captivated by the plot. She could practically feel the plight of the poverty-stricken citizens. One of the opening scenes depicted the starving masses singing of their grief over the way they were snubbed by the wealthy, left to rot in the streets.

That is the scene Emma finds herself stepping into today. Only this time, she is not a passive observer, watching the events unfold without being affected. From today on, she is one of the characters.

From the moment she arrives in downtown Gotham City by taxi, the tension claws at her with icy hands. It digs into her ribcage with each glare aimed her way, even in the mild September breeze. She knows she sticks out like a preacher at a Pride parade in her obviously expensive skirt and heels. It’s not like she had time to go digging around her closet for something more appropriate that night she left her house.

Handsomely tipping her driver, she climbs out of the car and rushes underneath a set of archways and inside the apartment building where she’ll be living for the foreseeable future. She doesn’t look very closely at it from the outside, so desperate is she to get off the street and away from whatever the hell that smell is.

Emma uses the opportunity to finally look around a bit, taking her surroundings in with narrowed eyes. The lobby is dimly-lit, with no color to it whatsoever. The walls are painted a chipped-up brownish yellow, which could have been white many years ago. It reeks of mold, to the point where the smell outside might be the lesser of the two evils.

Leaning carefully against the nearest wall, she mutters, “Not that bad, my ass.” From her purse, she retrieves her recently-purchased copy of a new novel titled Jumanji, and she waits.

And waits.

…

Emma’s eyes snap open - she hadn’t consciously closed them to begin with. She realizes with embarrassment that she almost fell asleep standing up. God, she’s more exhausted than she thought. How long has she been standing down here anyway?

“I’ll be home from work around four; I just need a little time to tidy up before you head over,” Eddie had said on the phone the night before. “I’ll meet you in the lobby and walk you up at six, okay?”

“That works,” Emma had replied. “As long as you’re actually there at six.”

“Hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve never exactly had a reputation for being punctual.”

“Jesus, Em. You think I’m gonna leave you hanging out down there alone?”

“We’ll see.”

Shutting her book, Emma checks her watch.

Six forty-five. That fucking flake forgot.

She groans, pushing herself languidly off the wall and scanning the room for assistance. No one at the front desk - in fact, there hasn’t been anyone there since she arrived, making her wonder briefly if she’s even in the right building.

Her eyes next land on the myriad of mailboxes against the opposite wall, closed off from the rest of the lobby by rusted wrought-iron bars, most likely to protect the postman. She walks through the open gate tentatively, and upon closer inspection, each mailbox has a sticker labeling the residents by apartment number. Bingo!

It doesn’t take long to find what she’s looking for. On the eighth floor, perfectly spelled out for her, she sees both S. Dumond in 8B and E. Boulanger in 8H. Why not visit the one who didn’t leave her stranded for an hour first? She could always call Eddie on Sophie’s phone anyway - the asshole probably smoked a joint as soon as he got home and passed out on the couch watching Magnum, P.I.

She heads for the elevator and presses the call button. As it whines slowly and almost menacingly down the shaft, she hears someone softly trudging along behind her, the very first sign of another life in here. As she enters the elevator, she politely holds the door open, and makes room for the clown getting on after her.

No, not a silly person. An actual clown. Painted face, red nose, neon green hair and all.

Of all the weird people she might expect to see in a place like this… Not even two hours in Gotham, and the evening is already shaping up to be quite the roller coaster.

Emma can’t help but stare as the doors shut and the clown punches the button for, coincidentally, the eighth floor. She settles into the far corner as she discreetly analyzes him. His posture, his defeated gait, the pitiful expression underneath his painted-on smile… His aura permeates the entire space, seemingly enough to weigh them both down, causing the elevator to drag slowly up the shaft like molasses, screeching all the way.

This is without a doubt the saddest clown Emma has ever seen. And she’s seen Pagliacci.

Around the third floor, there’s one long, particularly loud screech. Emma’s heart leaps to her throat as their ascent suddenly comes to a complete halt, and the lights in the tiny elevator space flicker on and off once. Is a three-story drop enough to kill a person her size? She prays that this isn’t how it ends - in this dingy elevator, terrified, with no one but a fucking clown. A clown who hasn’t moved an inch this entire time.

Thankfully, after a few seconds that seem to drag on for a lifetime, they start to slowly crawl up the shaft once more. Emma breathes an audible sigh of relief, and the clown seems to finally notice her, tossing a quick look of sympathy in her general direction.

Once she’s certain she can speak without her voice quivering, she does so. “Does…that happen often?”

Her voice really gets his attention. He whips his head around so fast she almost worries his little hat will come flying off like a frisbee. He blinks at her once, then twice, as if processing the fact that she is addressing him. For a split second, it looks like he’s going to say something.

Then, remembering himself, he simply shrugs bashfully. Emma lets out a breath she doesn’t realize she’s been holding.

She notices the decorative red flower adorning his lapel, one of those prop flowers that’s actually a tiny water gun. Smiling in a way that she hopes is charming instead of ill-at-ease, she points to it. “I, uh…I like your flower. It’s very pretty.”

The clown tilts his head curiously. After a beat, he wordlessly reaches up and into his bright plaid coat, holding said flower slightly out toward her. Offering for her to come closer, to lean in and smell it.

Emboldened, she grins, shaking her head at him. “No way, mister. I know how that trick ends.” She’s kidding around with him, but she really can’t afford to get her clothes wet right now; she only has the ones on her back, after all.

Still, his lips at last curl upward, a real smile that reaches the lights of his eyes. And it’s then that Emma can see the color in them, an enchanting seafoam green that inexplicably draws her in, pulling her away from the corner and toward his side. He watches her carefully and intensely with an expression she can’t quite read. When he turns to face the doors once more, it’s not without keeping her settled in his periphery.

Most people would probably be a bit nervous being…examined so thoroughly. However, Emma finds his mannerisms endearing in an odd way. She’s never cared much for clowns before, but this one doesn’t seem so bad.

They ride in comfortable silence for another few moments. When they reach their destination, Emma is the first to exit.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely taking the stairs from now on,” she says.

The clown nods in response as he exits behind her, giant red and blue shoes flopping comically over the threshold.

The hallway is a bit noisy, voices of the residents drifting through the paper-thin walls like a mist, creating a fine haze over everything. The walls are just a touch too close together, making Emma claustrophobic and urging her to get to 8B as quickly as possible.

Not wanting to come off as rude, she introduces herself. “I’m new to the building, by the way - my name’s Emma. It’s a pleasure.” She extends a hand to shake.

The clown does return the gesture, but not before staring her hand down for an abnormally long period of time. And his grip through the rough material of his gloves is so soft and careful, it’s as if it’s barely there.

She’d honestly like to chat with this fascinating new neighbor of hers a bit longer, but instead, she pulls her hand away, settling for a polite nod and a cheerful “good night”.

She does not look back to see that the clown’s unwavering gaze follows her all the way down the hall.

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santouryuuu · 5 years ago

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Muse

pairing : luffy x reader

requested by : @akutagawahakuryuunosuke

Hello, can i request a high school au with Luffy please? the plot is what if he was a soccer team captain, he met her when he accidentally kicking the ball to far and knocking her off from the bench, she was the art student who lost her muse because her must got a girlfriend and meeting Luffy bring her back to painting after that is up to you hehehe thank you very much

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hellooo~ here's your request! i hope that it's what you envisioned! this is actually my first time writing for Luffy so, i'm sorry if he seems out of character 🙇‍♀️ but anyways enjoy~

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"Blank again, huh?"

You felt your hands freeze and your heart drop as you heard Usopp's comment. You tore your gaze away from the blank canvas to face your art teacher. You looked at the ground in shame and gave a slight nod in response.

He sighed and patted your shoulder, "It's fine Y/n. I understand that you're going through a rather rough art block. You'll get back on your feet one day."

You could feel him send a reassuring smile your way as you watched your hand tighten around the charcoal.

As if on cue, the bell rang to signal the end of the day.

"Pack up everyone! I expect to see drafts by the end of the week!" Usopp announced as he made his way around the room.

You carefully placed the charcoal back where it belonged and took out a wet wipe to clean your dirtied hands. As you were wiping your hands, you couldn't help but stare at the canvas in front of you. You wrinkled your face in distaste and felt a strong urge to just punch a rather unsightly hole through it. You resisted the urge and finished up packing.

You slung your bag around your shoulder and quietly headed to the soccer field.

In all honesty, you weren't a big fan of sports. You were far more interested in any activities that didn't involve sweating up a storm. However, you had discovered that sitting on the bleachers and watching the soccer team practice always cured your art block.

For some reason, it couldn't cure your current art block. Nevertheless, you still persisted.

You found an empty seat on the bleachers and sat down. You attentively watched as the soccer team kicked the ball around and performed a few trick shots here and there.

"Hey captain! I bet I can kick this ball farther than you can!"

"No you can't!"

"Yes I can!"

You watched as Luffy, the captain of the soccer team, made his way towards his teammate. They had a quick game of rock paper scissors to decide who would kick the ball first, Luffy won.

As the ball was set down, Luffy made running start and kicked the ball with all his might.

"Hey! Watch out!"

It was too late. The next thing you knew, a soccer ball flew straight into your face and had knocked you unconcious.

"You're in trouble now captain."

"Hey! This is your fault! Back me up Sabo!"

"Yeah no, I'm with Ace on this one."

The voices seemed to be distant but you knew it was coming from your right. As your eyes opened and adjusted to the bright flourescent lights, you groaned and sat up—instantly regretting it.

A pang of pain coursed throughout your body and you cursed as you slouched your body against the headrest of the bed.

"Oh you're lucky she's not dead."

You watched with a puzzled expression as an energetic brunette runs towards you and grabs your hand, "Hey! Are you okay?! I'm really really sorry for kicking that ball into your face!"

"Sorry what?"

"Uh oh, you gave her amnesia," the blonde sighed, "Good luck with this one Luffy."

"What are we gonna tell the old man?" the other brunette sighed.

The two men waltzed out of the clinic whilst sending mischievous glances towards the younger male. The boy next to you, Luffy, seemed amazed at their behavior, "Weirdos. "

"Sorry, what happened exactly?"

He turned to you and sent you a sheepish smile, "Ah...well you see... I may or may not have accidentally kicked a soccer ball into your face..."

You nodded, "Oh..."

"Oh? That's all? You're not mad or anything?"

You shrugged and started to look around, "It's an accident right? What could I have done? And you're sorry anyways so it's fine."

He started to laugh out of the blue, "S-Sorry, you're so weird! I just kicked a ball into your face and—Sorry."

He continued to laugh and soon you joined in his laughing, "Y-You're contagious!"

It went on like that for nearly five minutes before the nurse got annoyed and sent the both of you out.

You did argue that you were injured and unfit to leave, until she stated that you were passed out for five hours and that the only reason for your aches all over was because of your extremely poor posture, that she so generously decided to fix.

Both of you stumbled out of the clinic, still slightly giggly.

"Hey, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Luffy, the soccer team's captain. And you are?"

"Y/n, nice to meet you."

"Oh! You're that prodigal art student right? Usopp never stops talking about you!"

You felt your stomach sink and a slight blush rise to your cheeks, "H-He talks about me?"

Luffy nods his head, "I'm really sorry about your art block. But if you ask me, I think you could always just you know grab a hammer and smash it?"

You laughed, "What?"

"Isn't an art block like a big block of art?"

"No Luffy!" you laughed even harder, "It's not like that!"

He shrugged, "I don't know much about fancy art terms. I just know that you're really good at drawing!"

"Oh? How would you know?"

"I went to see your exhibit! I really really liked it—no I loved it! Everything you drew was so cool! I can't believe you drew them! Your art is really awesome!"

"You really liked it?"

He nodded, "Yeah! Hey next time do you think you could draw me? I'd love to see you draw me!"

"I'll think about it," you smiled cheekily as he looked at you with pleading eyes, "Hmm... It's getting dark already. We should probably head home."

"Oh you're right... Hey! I'll walk you home!" he beamed and trapped your hand in his own.

"N-No that's—"

"Let's go!"

You yelped as he dragged you into the street and strung you along. You weren't sure if he knew where you lived, but you just decided to follow him, because maybe the nurse had told him or something along those lines.

After hours of aimlessly wandering around, your legs began to feel numb and you were tired of being dragged around, so you spoke up, "Luffy do you know where we're going?"

"Nope," he confidently replied.

"You're kidding right?"

"Nope."

"Oh my lord," you murmured a silent prayer and stopped in your tracks, "Luffy, I really appreciate the effort, but—"

He shushes you, "Trust me!"

"No Luffy listen—"

"Y/n! I've got this!"

"Luffy we've passed my house four times already!"

"No we didn't?"

You sighed and gently tugged your hand out of his grip. You pointed to a house parallel to you and gave the most patient smile you could muster, "That's my house..."

"Oh... Well why didn't you say so?!" he chuckled and grabbed your hand again. You couldn't help but scoff and slightly smile at his airheadedness.

Once the both of you reached the front door Luffy let go of your hand.

"Oh! We're neighbors!" the brunette from before exclaimed from the second floor window of the neighboring house. He smiled brightly at the both of you and continued, "I'm Ace! That's Luffy! What's your name?!"

"She's Y/n!" Luffy yelled back, "I walked her home!"

"Luffy brought a girl home?!" a blonde had then squished his way into the window, "Luffy! Do you remember what I told you about bringing—Oh! It's you!"

He waved energetically, "I'm Sabo!"

"She's—"

"—You damn kids are too noisy!"

"Uh oh," Ace and Sabo exchanged frightened looks before closing the window and making a run for god knows where.

"Sounds like they woke gramps up," Luffy giggled, "They're in sooo much trouble now."

"You guys seem really close," you commented.

"Of course! We're brothers!"

"Really?! You guys don't look alike. At all."

Luffy hummed and placed his arms behind his head, "Not by blood anyways, we basically drank gramps's sake when we were little and swore an oath."

"Wait wait wait wait," you shook your head and chuckled, "so you guys are like an exclusive cult or something along those lines?"

"I guess?" he shrugged, "I don't really know either."

You laughed and pinched Luffy's cheek, "You're really cute... Thank you for trying to walk me home. I appreciate it."

You noticed a small blush creep up his cheeks before he sent you his signature beaming smile and a thumbs up, "No problem! Good night Y/n!"

"Good night Luffy."

As you both went your seperate ways, you couldnt help but feel more than inspired to grab a pencil and sketch.

Your hands wouldn't stop working and it seemed as though your inspiration was unending. Despite all the sketches laid out messily on your desk, the one that stood out the most was Luffy's portrait.

Maybe a muse was all it took to get out of an art block...

#one piece scenarios #one piece #luffy #op luffy #mugiwara no luffy #straw hat luffy #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader

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intothestarkerverse · 5 years ago

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Time of Our Lives (Part Nine)

Based on a prompt from @geekymarvel

Peter is tasked with an important mission that requires him to go back in time. Finding himself at a gala for Stark industries in the 1990’s, he comes face to face with a young and incorrigible Tony Stark who considers Peter’s attempts to deny his advances a challenge. Now, dogged by a horny young CEO who won’t take no for an answer, Peter’s task has become much more difficult….

(STORY CONTAINS ENDGAME SPOILERS)

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At first, Tony did not interrupt. He wanted to commit every detail to memory, determined to learn where his future self had made mistakes and thereby avoid them completely. He sat in stoic silence as Peter described everything he knew about Tony Stark’s life leading up to his capture by the Ten Rings and torture in Afghanistan. It was a little sobering to hear Peter describing a lifestyle that was not entirely dissimilar to the one he’d been living right up to the gala where he’d first encountered Peter. For some reason, he didn’t feel the same level of pride he used to feel at the use of the word ‘playboy’, and though Peter didn’t actually call him a jerk…because the kid would never, Tony got the distinct impression that everyone else in his life would probably choose that word first.

Tony’s expression grew grim, darker and darker by degrees as Peter described his capture, his injury, and the operation performed by Yinsen to save him. He found himself absently running a hand over his breast bone, flinching at the thought of the cavity that peter was describing, the small arc reactor. Brow furrowed, leaning forward across the bed with a new intensity, he drank up the description of that first suit. He had to bite back a grin at the thought and remind himself that he needed to hear the rest of his future before he ran off to the lab to try to duplicate the armor Peter was describing.

It was good, really, that Peter had been such a huge fan of Tony Stark since he was a child. He knew much more about Tony’s life than the average person from the 21st Century would have. It made that familiar flare of jealousy flash through him, clenching his heart and making his throat feel obstructed. He had to remind himself that the Old Man had just been training wheels to get him ready for the real deal. He had pure, unadulterated Tony Stark now. He didn’t need the old, watered down version anymore.

The betrayal of Obadiah Stane hit Tony like a physical blow, leaving him breathless and pale and clasping his hands into fists in his lap. Sure, maybe Tony had depended on him just a little too much when it came to Stark Industries…apparently if he was going to be helping with the day to day operations all the way into the 21st century. It was everything Tony could do not to immediately have the man removed from Stark Industries and detained for whatever crime he could prove and any he could frame him for…because he was guilty. If not now, he would be soon enough. At the moment, though, he wanted to hear more about his future than he wanted to put a stop to Stane. For now.

The interruptions began with the birth of Iron Man. Tony began to ask questions about the suit, about the heavy metal poisoning, about the Old Man’s escapades, his upgrades, and his enemies. He was annoyed at the reappearance of Captain America. “Oh, God, really? That guy didn’t die, after all? Too bad dear old dad bit the big one before he got to see Steve Rogers back from the dead. He had such a hard-on for that guy. I personally don’t see it.”

“Oh yeah, you’d never go for a super-powered goody-two-shoes on a mission to save the world, huh?” Peter’s sarcasm was laced with a fair amount of self awareness that made the whole thing amusingly ironic.

Tony just scowled back at him. “Please, Captain America is boring, and you, Beautiful, are anything but. Now, back to the bedtime story, you little brat.”

The Avengers and the Battle of New York drew more interruptions. Tony was a bit confused at the mention of Norse Gods and Incredible Hulks and, “21st Century Robin Hood sounds very counter-productive. You really telling me he didn’t die on the first mission cause…that’s the most surprising thing you’ve told me so far.”

“Mr. Barton is pretty cool, Tony. I mean…I don’t get the bow and arrow thing either, but it works for him. And he’s got a sword now, which is also cool…”

“I don’t know if a sword is an evolution or a devolution, honestly.”

The wormhole drew a long sigh from Tony’s lips. He pressed his fingers hard against his closed eyes and shook his head slowly. “So, the Old Man…He just…I mean I get it. I really didn’t know I had a latent Messiah complex, but I get it. But that…that’s not where he died, huh? Cause I didn’t hear any mention of you in that story. Which means the Messiah Complex is an ongoing thing. I blame Howard and the Captain America lectures. I put no stock in psychology, but if I did…yeah, totally Howard’s fault.”

Peter just shook his head grimly and plunged on. Extremis perked Tony’s interest more than it appeared Peter liked. The kid seemed to be trying his damnedest to gloss over it…though those efforts were in vain. Tony would be revisiting that particular piece of technology at some point very soon.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tony’s exasperation was palpable. “You’re telling me he blew up all of the Iron Man suits for the girl? Seriously?”

“He loved Ms. Potts.”

“Well, if Ms. Potts loved him she’d have accepted that the Iron Man thing was important to him.”

“It’s not like it lasted long, Mr. Stark rebuilt them…”

“Good.”

Ultron drew a string of curses, all of them directed at his older self. “I mean, sure, the concept sounds valid enough…but clearly the Old Man had forgotten all of the Asimov he’d devoured as a kid. Basic Science Fiction folly, right there.” Old Age was going to make him stupid. Well, not stupid. No matter what, no iteration of Tony Stark could or would ever be stupid…but he could definitely lose a few IQ points.

The Accords and ‘Civil War’ had Tony once more sitting in silence. “Okay, it’s not that I don’t get it. Cause I do. If it were you…I’d do the same damn thing he did for the Winter Soldier guy…but…pretending that it was about the Accords and the world government so he could get the other goody-goody’s on his side…that’s the kind of self-righteous idiocy I honestly expect from that guy. That they were all too stupid to see through it is really disappointing, honestly. I hate that he’s every bit as holier than though as I always thought he was. Ugh. To fracture the Avengers just so he can save his friend…that’s so selfish that even I’m calling bullshit and you know it has to be bad, then right? Why does the world think this guy is so awesome, again? Ugh. I’ve never even met him and I hate him.”

“He’s not that bad…”

“No, he’s worse. Keep going, though.”

He sat up a little straighter when Peter entered the story. Lips twitching in a smile at their first meeting, at the account of the battle on the tarmac. “Ha! You stole Captain America’s shield? Kid, if I didn’t already love you…I’d sure as shit love you now. The only thing I regret from the last six months is not seeing you kick more ass. Honestly, Sweetheart, you’re a fucking bad ass and I find it so damn sexy. When all of this is said and done, I’m going to figure out that Old Man’s armor and we’re going to have some fun making this world a safer place…cause I have got to watch you work.”

Peter turned a dozen shades of crimson, but his smile was very pleased. “I’d like that.”

But first, they had to continue with the future history lesson. Tony’s good humor was forgotten as Peter continued to tell his tale. He gave the kid credit, though, he didn’t mince any words in the telling.

“So you had an entire fucking building dropped on you and fought some whack job on a moving plane in a pair of sweats because the Old Man was teaching you a lesson? About what? Responsibility? That’s a riot. You’re the most responsible person I’ve ever met. Maybe if he didn’t have his head up his ass, ignoring your calls, sending you to middle management…Peter, seriously, the future is fucked. I am not going to become this guy. I don’t even think I like him.”

“I don’t think Mr. Stark liked himself very much, either, to be honest…so that actually…kind of makes sense. But, you know, you’re not being fair to him. He made a lot of mistakes, but he did a lot of things right, too. Having a building dropped on me sucked, but it taught me a lot. It was a lesson I needed to learn, honestly.”

“If you say so…”

“I do. I do say so.”

They had to take a break before Peter delved into their trip to space and battle on Titan. Tony poured him a glass of scotch that he sipped in silence whenever the story became too much for him. Tony didn’t say a word at all until Peter haltingly described what it was like to vanish. Tony could do absolutely nothing to keep the tears from falling. The idea of losing Peter was the worst thing he could think of, and though he didn’t much care for the Old Man or his methods…he knew that some part of him clearly cared for the kid. Watching him vanish…that had to be soul shattering. “The future is fucked, Peter, because I’m not letting any of this happen to you. None of it.” The promises were spoken through gritted teeth, a vein in his throat bulging at the sheer intensity of his determination.

Peter just gave a sad smile, “Too late. Already happened. Even if we change the future…I don’t think you can get rid of my memories, Tony. Besides, if it hadn’t been me than it would have been someone else…maybe someone with kids or something. I didn’t…I didn’t miss a lot when I was blipped out of existence. May and MJ and Ned, they all blipped too. Other people…they probably missed a lot,or they would have. I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t want to stay if it meant someone else had to go in my place.”

“God, kid, forget too good for me, you’re too fucking good for this world.” God, he loved the way Peter blushed when he got the compliment just right…

It was Peter’s turn to cry as he recounted what happened to the Old Man in the five years that Peter missed, about his marriage to Ms. Potts and his daughter, about the invention of time travel and the hunt for the stones, about Peter’s return and the final battle against Thanos. “I’ve never…talked about this with anyone. May tried to get me to…and Happy…but I just…they wouldn’t understand.”

By the end, Peter was on Tony’s lap, tucked against his chest, head resting on his shoulder as he cried and Tony whispered soothing words in his ear. “It’s okay, Baby. You can cry if you want to. Long as you want to. Cry. Scream. Whatever makes you feel better. I got you.”

“Still think I’m a bad ass?” Peter’s voice was stuffy and muffled against his chest, but Tony heard him clearly enough.

“You’re the toughest, bravest, most amazing person, Peter. So good. Best person I’ve ever known. Dad always thought Steve Rogers was the best a man could be, but that was because he never met you. Steve Rogers volunteered for everything that was done to him. He signed up for it. You? You had it thrust on you, accepted all of this responsibility that should have never been put on you…and you just carried it. Gracefully. You’re the definition of the word hero, Peter Parker.”

Peter let out a muffled laugh that turned into a sob that devolved into him clinging to Tony like his life depended on it.

Gently stroking a hand through the boy’s curls, Tony continued to whisper into his hair. “The Old Man needed to be tortured and almost killed to want to become Iron Man, but all I needed to do was meet you. You understand that, Beautiful? The future, my future, is going to be better because you’re in it. You’re the missing piece. My missing piece. Honestly, I feel sorry for the Old Man. He had to go through his entire life never knowing what it felt like to be whole…”

—

Work continued on the Nullifier. Tony was right, for once they did appear to be making headway. After two more months of intense work. Two months of Tony secretly trying to compose a plan to keep the two of them together despite whatever these Stones might do to rip them apart. Two months of Tony sketching plans for that armor whenever he thought Peter wasn’t paying close attention to him. Two months of them savoring every moment together as they both secretly believed that it might be their last. When the final simulations came back successful, there was nothing to do but stand in front of the computer and let the realization soak in.

“So that’s it. We…fixed it.”

Tony gave the boy a sidelong glance, noting that he had not even attempted to hide his disappointment about that. “Guess so.”

“So…it’s probably over, then. Tonight…he’ll probably come and he’ll…take me away.” Peter had his arms wrapped around his stomach, his tone grim, his face pale. The sight was like a dagger to Tony’s heart.

“Hey,” He turned around, tugging Peter closer and embracing him tightly. “What did I tell you, Beautiful?”

“You’re gonna fight…”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course, but…”

“Nope,” He tilted Peter’s head up for a kiss. “If you trust me, then trust me.”

“Do you…do you have a plan?”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“So, no, you don’t.”

Tony just chuckled, “Baby, my plan is to stay with you, okay? Don’t know how I’m going to do that yet, but I will. When opportunity presents itself, I will. We just fixed a machine that should have never worked, Kid. We did something I thought was impossible six months ago. Next to that…defying all of space and time to be together is going to be a cake walk. Promise.”

But that night, when the two men were finally able to drift off to sleep, it was not Peter who found himself face to face with Tony Stark and the Infinity Stones.

Not Peter at all.

There was no mistaking him. It was like looking in a mirror. An older, but no less attractive reflection of his own face staring back at him. With a grimace of righteous fury, Tony charged the distance between them and threw a mean right hook directly into the other man’s face. Too bad it was a dream and he wasn’t real, because there was nothing Tony wanted to see more than a black eye on that old, handsome face.

“What kind of sadomasochistic bullshit is this, Old Man? Was this your plan all along? You put the kid right in my fucking path. Line of sight. I couldn’t miss him, even if I wanted to. And you knew! You knew he had a thing for you all those years, you knew I wouldn’t be able to fucking resist that beautiful, perfect boy. You determined to finally get to fuck the kid one way or another? Was that plan? Well guess what? You monumentally fucked up…which, given your history is par for the fucking course with you, isn’t it? Cause I love that kid. I didn’t want to. I tried not to. But I love him. For Peter…to keep him, I’d do anything. I will do anything. You and your fucking magical stones don’t have to give me a happy ending with him because I’m going to fucking take it myself and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Are you done?” God, was it possible to hate even the sound of your own voice? Tony scowled at the older man, at the sarcasm and the irreverence in his tone.

“You’re a piece of shit, Old Man.”

“Yes, I am.”

“I hate you.”

“Self hatred is nothing new to us, Kid. You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Except I won’t, because I’m never becoming you.”

“We’ll see.” The Old Man crossed his arms, eyebrow cocked, waiting in the silence. When Tony didn’t venture to fill it with anymore bile, he continued. “The Nullifier is done, so now we need to use it. Peter can’t do that alone. It’s too dangerous. He’s going to need back up.” As Tony inhaled, the Old Man held up a hand to silence him. “Let me finish. He needs back up, and while I know you think you can be that back up…you can’t. You’re not Iron Man, yet. You’re not Earth’s Greatest Defender, yet. You haven’t fought aliens, yet, and me…I’ve done all of those things. I am all of those things. So, you’re going to let me hijack your body for a field trip to the Heart of the Universe. That way, the Nullifier can be activated, the universe can be saved, and Peter doesn’t have to die in the process. Everyone wins.”

“Like hell! I’ve seen how possession works, Old Man, and I’m not letting you anywhere near me…”

“Than Peter is going to die.”

“What…”

A simple shrug of the shoulders and Tony was exercising a conscious effort not to slug him again. “He does this alone and he dies. Simple as that. No way he can do this and come out the other side unless he has me at his back. You can’t use the armor yet. You don’t know how any of it works and REM is not enough time to teach you.”

“I can…”

“You can’t. Believe me. You can’t. So what’s it going to be, Kid? We’re running short on time here.”

Tony stood in silence, mind spinning. His options did appear to be severely limited, but it was possible…however unlikely, that this was his chance to do the very thing he’d promised Peter he’d do. Outsmarting his older self seemed incredibly unlikely, and from the look in the older man’s eye, there was already a great deal of suspicion between the two of them. Wouldn’t a shrink have a hay day with that? Maybe Tony had more issues than he thought he did? Soft science or not, a therapist might not be a bad thing if he wanted to avoid becoming just like the Old Man in a few decades… “All right, but I have two conditions. No negotiations. I want to remain fully aware and sentient to everything happening around us, complete access to you and what you’re thinking,…and I want a manual override. Just one. So that if at any point I feel like you’re doing something that could get us fucking killed, cause let’s face it…you’re really good at that, than I get to take over and exercise self preservation.”

The Old Man narrowed one eye. “Don’t do something stupid, Kid. You were never meant to meet him. I gave you a gift…”

“You get to keep gifts.”

“Well, you don’t get to keep Peter. He has a life. He has a future. Neither one of those involve us. I’ll give you your awareness and your one manual override, but it won’t do any good. When this is all said and done, you’re going to end up exactly where you belong and that’s not with Peter Parker. You’re right, I did fuck up, I didn’t expect you to fall for him. I thought you were too much of a self-obsessed asshole. My mistake. But Peter is going to back to 2023 and he’s going to become a hell of a hero without us. Either one of us. Keeping him with you in 1992 is not an option. People need him…and in the future, you need to die. It’s literally the only way there is a future. It’s you against me. You against the Stones. You against the Universe. This is one battle you’re going to lose, Kid.”

“We’ll see. I’m not giving up just because you tell me to, Old Man. I’m Tony Fucking Stark, and nobody tells me what I can and cannot do…not even Tony Fucking Stark.” Because the Old Man had given him an idea. Without knowing it, midst his self-righteous sass, he had given Tony the answer to the problem. He’d been looking at things all wrong. The Old Man was right about a lot of things, and that just meant Tony was looking at this the wrong way. With a new outlook on the equation, the answer didn’t seem quite as hopeless. What was it Peter had said to his parents, something about things only being impossible when you stop believing their possible.

He knew what he had to do now.

He just had to figure out how the hell to do it.

—

Peter stirred in the bed, frowning in his sleep as his hands slipped across the silk sheets in search of the body he was now so used to finding himself tucked alongside in the morning. When he encountered nothing but cold, empty bed, he forced his eyes open and peered around the room blearily. When he spotted the figure in the chair beside the window, his frown only deepened and he pushed himself into a half-seated position, now fully awake. “Tony?”

“Morning, Kid.”

Peter felt a chill prickle down his spine and he instinctively reached to pull the sheet up higher on his chest. “Mr. Stark?” There was no hiding the wariness in his tone.

“Gotta say, Underoos, I much prefer the last greeting to this one.”

“Lot’s happened since then.” Peter’s gaze shifted to the floor beside the bed and he reached out to scoop up Tony’s shirt where it had been haphazardly discarded the night before in the throes of passion. He felt better once he’d slipped it on. A pair of boxers were scavenged from the floor as well and after contorting a little under the sheets, he no longer felt completely vulnerable in his mentor’s presence. “How are you doing this? How are you in Tony’s body? What are you…what are you planning?”

“Baby Stark and I came to an agreement. You need my help to finish this. Neither one of us want you dead, and since you can’t do it without me…here we are.” He made a half-hearted gesture to body he now inhabited. Peter still looked pensive, regarding the man with more than his fair share of mistrust.

“What…what are we going to do now?”

“Deliver the Nullifier to the Heart of Universe and reconstitute the Stones before the universe ends.”

“Wouldn’t you be better off with someone who’s good at space stuff like Starlord..”

“That guy’s a jackass.”

“Yeah, but he knows space ships and space and aliens…”

“You’re the only one I trust, Kid. It’s you, or no one.”

Peter could no longer say the same. He let out his breath in a little huff and nodded slowly. “Okay…so…why can’t I do this alone?”

“The Heart of the Universe is a dangerous place. It’s where the Infinity Stones were created, where life and the universe began.”

“The Big Bang?”

Mr. Stark nodded solemnly. “We don’t do this just the right way…the energy from the Stones manages to pierce the Heart of the Universe and what we get is the opposite of the Big Bang. Universe is over.”

Peter grimaced, “Than why are we using the Nullifier there…”

“Because the energy is almost there…and the space station is the best place to work from…”

“Space station…”

“The Heart of the Universe was discovered thousands of years ago by a race of aliens who called themselves the Celestial Order. They constructed an entire civilization around it’s containment field and spent the last several millenia trying to harness it’s power so that they could force peace upon the universe and dispose of chaos once and for all. They never succeeded in breaching the containment field…which is good for us, because they could have done some serious damage to the universe if they had.”

“Peace doesn’t sound so bad.”

Mr. Stark could only give a wry chuckle. “It never stops at peace, Pete. People always have good intentions, but they always end up giving in to selfish desires…”

“Kinda like you?”

“What did you just say to me, Kid?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, it’s just that…there had to be a better way. Putting me here with him…you had to know how I felt about you. You had to know how I’d feel about him. I just…it’s not fair, is it? Because now I have to decide and, Mr. Stark, I have decided. Hard as it is. I’m staying here. With Tony.”

“Like Hell you are. What about May and Ned, hmm? How are they going to feel if you don’t come home?”

“I’ll come home. I mean, I won’t be dead in 2023, will I? I’d just be…well, I’d be a lot older, but I wouldn’t be dead.” Peter had given this a lot of serious thought. He knew what he wanted and he didn’t intend to take no for an answer…

“And the future? If you’re here with him through all of that the future is fucked.”

“The future is already messed up, Mr. Stark. Tony’s already so much different than you…”

“Is that so? You really think you can change me that much, Peter?” His laughter was actually bitter now. “And what about Morgan?”

That had Peter lapsing into uncomfortable silence. “I…I don’t know…” He’d tried very hard not to think about her, because he couldn’t bear the thought of her not existing and for her to exist…

“You’re going back where you belong, Peter. Back to the future. Whether you like it or not. You don’t get a say in this. It isn’t a choice you get to make. You don’t belong here. You don’t get to be in his life because you were never supposed to be…”

“Than why did you put me here? What good is it going to do to put me back when Tony has already changed?”

“Because Baby Stark won’t have changed, Peter. Not when everything is said and done. As soon as the Stones are reconfigured, as soon as they’ve been properly hidden, they’re going to enact a latent protocol I put into place to make sure the future remains unaffected. The Tony Stark of 1992 is going to have his memory wiped, him and anyone else you had contact with that could alter the course of the future. To Baby Stark, the last six months will have been a blur of sex and drugs and nothing else. When he meets you recruiting for Germany, he’ll have no memory of ever seeing you before. Jarvis, Fury, Happy…no memories of you that could alter the future. It’s like you were never here at all.”

Peter felt as if he had been punched in the gut. He struggled to catch his breath, bracing his elbows against his knees and resting his head in his hands. He didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt a hand on his shoulder. Jerking away from the touch, he shot an angry glare at the man. “You don’t get to touch me. Not looking like that. Not after what you said you’re going to do.”

“I fuck things up, Kid, that’s what I do.”

“You know, I never really believed that until now.”

#starker

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munchyn · 5 years ago

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Blue Eyes| Daniel x Reader Chapter 19- I Love You

12:17 a.m

I banged my head against the table repeatedly in frustration. I had to finish designing the merch for the boys and so far I had only decided the colors that the hoodies could be. I was getting nowhere. I tosed the merch designs to the other side of the table and pulled out a new sheet of paper. I opened my google photos account on my laptop and looked through pictures that zack had shared with me. If I couldn't come up with my own design, maybe, I could at least draw a picture that already existed.

I placed the tip of my pencil on the paper and groaned out in frustration, already starting to give up. I heard someone knock on the door and I leaned back in my chair to look at them. My head was lolling back and I saw Y/f/n who (from my perspective) was hanging upside down from the floor like a bat. I stared at her blankly and waited for her to talk. "What are you doing?" she asks curiously. She walks over to my desk.

"I'm supposed to design some merch for the boys," I say as I lay my head back on the back. I stared at the blank screen of my drawing tablet. "BUt HeY! TheN COmeS AloNG ARtiSTs BlOCk AnD MY lIFe Is RUInEd bEcaUSe I FOrgoT HoW to DRaW!"

"Okay, okay, no need to be so melodramatic," Y/f/n walks toward me. She looks at the different designs that I came up with for the merchandise. She holds up a sheet of paper to look at it closely. She shows it to me and says, "I really like this one." It was a hoodie with the band logo on the back and I had a drawn a line on top of it. "What's that line for?" I sat up and spun in my spinny chair to face her. I explained to her that the limelight that would by that hoodie can submit their name and it could be written on the hoodie by one of the boys. "So their hoodie would be basically signed by the boys?" I nod.

"In the front, the cover of their song for October will be there," I tell Y/f/n. "But I still need to draw it." Y/f/n pulled out another chair that was in a chair and sat next to me to look through pictures for me to make drawings of. I saw her fiddling with the necklace that Corbyn had given her on her Birthday. They really were a cute couple. Almost as cute as me and Daniel. (lol. Sorry I'll leave now).

We decided on a few different ones and I got to work as Y/f/n looked through other merch designs, telling me which ones she liked. The both of us jumped when we heard a voice from the door.

"Somebody will die tonight," Nah, I'm just kidding. It actually just asked what we were doing. The two of us turned to see Jennifer there. She was leaning against the doorframe and had her arms crossed over her chest.

"We're designing Why Don't We merch," says Y/f/n. "Y/n is on an artist's block so I'm helping her." Jenn came over to us and looked through designs Y/f/n.

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7:30 p.m

I screamed as I threw my hands up in the air.

"I have beat my record!" Jenn and Y/f/n stare at me curiously. "I've been sitting at this table for eight and a half hours without moving!" Jenn rolled her eyes.

"Okay, but did you draw the picture?" she asks. I look at her with a blank stare until I remembered and gasped.

"Oh wait, never mind. Everything is okay," I say calming down. "I finished it." I showed them the drawing on the screen of my computer. "What do you think?"

"It's horrible," jokes Y/f/n. "Just kidding. I like it, it's good."

"I think it's great," says Jennifer. I thanked them both and turned back to my computer. I saved the drawing of the picture and downloaded it on my phone. I opened up my chat with Daniel and sent him the picture.

Y: What do you think?

I waited for a while for him to answer while I read fan fiction. Suddenly my phone buzzed and I checked to see it was Daniel. I tapped on the notification to see his text.

D: OMG! That is awesome! Holy cow Y/n. I love the way you drew Zach. He looks like a monkey

I look at the text as a little part of me breaks. Did he not like it? Was he pretending to like it to not hurt my feelings.

Another text.

D: Ignore what Jack just texted. He was just trying to annoy Zach. This is Corbyn by the way.

I let out a relieved sigh when I read that.

Y: Hey Corbs What are you doing on Daniels phone?

D(C): He forgot his phone home while going out. We were pranking him and we got the text from you and yeah.

Y: Oh hey Corbyn, I almost forgot.. Could you tell Jack he hurt my feelings

Corbyn POV

I read Y/n's last text and turned to face Jack. I leaned over the back of the couch to face the former Noodle boy. I heard Zach giggling next to me on the couch. "Hey Jack," I call over to him. "Y/n says you hurt her feelings." He looks at me, confused. I show him the texts and a frown grows on his face. He told me to start a video call and I did.

"Hi Corbyn," says Y/n on the phone. I heard Y/f/n scream my bane in the background and then a crash. "Y/f/n! Careful with the designs!" She turned her attention back to the screen. "Anyway, why'd you call?" Right then, Jack snatched the phone out of my hands.

"I'm really sorry I hurt your feelings Y/n," he says, walking around the couch to sit on one of the single seat sofas. "It's a really good drawing and I wasn't trying to insult you when I said that." He shoots a glance at Zach. "It's just Zach already looks like a monkey in real life."

"Hey! I do not!" shouts Zach as he charges towards Jack. I heard Y/n chuckling from the other side of the phone. Jack flipped the phone towards me and I catched it.

"Did you guys just flip me?"

"Um, it was Jack," I say. Jack glares at me as he tries to peel Zach off of him. "By the way, is that drawing for our song cover? If it is then it is perfect."

"I was also planning on putting it on the merch," she explains. I then hear the front door open.

"What are you doing with my phone?" I look up to a certain Giraffe and the look back at the screen.

"Oh hey Y/n, look," I say as I stand up. "It's your boyfriend." I gave Daniel his phone.

Daniel POV

Corbyn handed me my phone and I saw that they were calling Y/n. My heart skipped a beat as I saw her messy hair up in a bun. Random strands of hair covering parts of her face. I looked at the clothes she was wearing through the screen. Instead of one of the usual fandom t-shirts, she was wearing a hoodie. Ny hoodie. The hoodie I'd been looking for for weeks.

"Hey," I say as I smile at her through the screen. "Isn't that my hoodie?" She looks down at what she's wearing. She shrugged.

"Maybe," she smiled and then let out a silent gasp, remembering something. "Oh, I finnished the cover for the song. Corbyn and the boys already saw it and they like it. You're the only one that didn't see it." She paused ti think a while. "Actually, I don't know if Jonah saw it."

"I'll check it out later," I tell her while going up the stairs. I made my way to my room as I chatted with Y/n. I would occasionally her Y/f/n and Jennifer in the background but they mostly stayed silent. After a while I thought they may have left Y/n' room. "Hey, are Y/f/n and Jennifer still there?"

"Nah, they left the room a while ago," I was laying on my bed and I looked at Y/n through the screen. Her eyes shone under the dim light on her nightstand. E/c orbs always causing a new swarm of butterflies to flutter I my stomach every time I looked into them. She had let her hair down a few minutes ago and the h/c locks framed her face perfectly.

"Umm, Dani," Y/n' voice breaks me out of my trance. But quickly sent me down a similar path. I started wondering how beautiful it would sound wheb she sung. I'd only heard her sing once before and then it had only been barely over a whisper. "Dani, you're staring."

"You're so beautiful," I saw her cheeks go pink and she giggles. She shakes her head.

"No I'm not," she says and I frown.

"Y/n, you are so beautiful I don't know how I was lucky enough to find you. You have the most beautiful eyes, I get lost in them every time I so much as take a glance. You have so much life in you that it just radiates beauty. And you have such a beautiful voice, I haven't heard you sing before but I know it would be like listening to an angel," the smile on her face gradually grew wider and wider as I said these thing. Until she let out something between a choke, a sob and a giggle.

"I wish we weren't talking on the phone right now," my brows furrowed and a frown made its way onto my face in sadness. "I really want to hug you and kiss you right now." I smiled, relieved.

"I love you Watermelon," I mumbled.

"I love you too Apple."

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A/N: Hi cupcakes, sorry I've been absent for a few days. I promise I will try not to do like last time. I will continue with this story no matter how long of a break I take.

I can't wait for the boys to release their new song for October. When they do, I'll try to see if I can write a chapter with it.

Here is some random piece of information, but I made a candle. It's BlackBerry scented.

Love, your author,

Noa

#daniel x reader #daniel seavey #blue eyes daniel x reader #Blue Eyes| I Love You #why dont we #why don't we #why dont we fanfic

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rayj4ck · 6 years ago

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Red Eyes

This site might be falling down around our ears, but that sure isn’t going to stop me.

“Remind me why we’re here again?” Bow asked as he broke another cobweb with an arrow from his quiver.

“We’re here for the First One’s Tech. We can’t let the Horde get it first.” Adora said back, stepping over pieces of stone and debris.

“But I thought the signal was weak. It’s probably really old and barely functional.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Catra said, doing an honestly ludicrous amount of work to keep the spiderwebs out of her hair. “The Horde can weaponize a toaster if they tried hard enough. We can’t give them an inch.”

“We’re here!” Glimmer interrupted, and the gang looked up at a giant, metal door. Or rather, they would have if it hadn’t rusted off of its hinges a long time ago. Walking into the room, they all wordlessly spread out and started looking for anything not dead or rusty. Adora saw it first. Out of the corner of her eye, a glowing pearlescent fluid leaking out of a cracked glass tube. Stepping over to it, she bent over and examined it closer. “Hey guys, I thin-ow!”

“What? What is it? Catra said, over almost as fast as Glimmer had teleported.

“I cut my palm. I guess it was on this broken glass. But I think this is the stuff we’re looking for.” Adora said around the hand on her mouth, nodding to the leaking fluid. Catra took out her canteen and slowly poured water over the spill.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Bow squeaked.

“It’s fine. It the signal was already so weak, diluting it will only make it harder to find.” Catra answered, continuing to pour. “And we still have what’s left in the tube to examine.” As the fluid was washed away a small, but sharp shard of glass was revealed. “Yep, that’ll do it,” Catra said, looking at the hand in Adora’s mouth. “Well let’s bag the goo and go before Adora here stubs her toe and gets put out of commision all week.”

“Hey!”

Adora was just finishing up her post-mission shower, and decided now would be a good time to properly bandage the wound on her hand. Grabbing a basic first aid kit from a few rooms over, she went back to her own and sat down at her desk, unwinding the simple cloth she had wrapped it in earlier. “Woah,” she said, gazing in awe down at her palm. The wound had healed almost entirely, leaving only a slightly swollen pale line and very small scab where a gaping gash had been only hours before. Not even She-Ra did that. “Huh…”

“Adora! You coming to dinner?”

“Yeah I’ll be right there!” she shouted back, quickly trashing the old bandage and applying the proper one. You could never be too careful.

“Adora! Come on, wake up!” Glimmer shouted, pounding on her door. “We’ve got meetings to get to, and there’s no way you’re skipping without us!”

“Honestly, I get we weren’t allowed to sleep in at the Horde, but that’s no reason to make up for lost time,” Catra muttered to herself.

“Ok ok ok. I’m here.” Adora said, throwing open the door, barely put together and still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Yawning, she got out “Sorry guys. I guess that adventure yesterday was more tiring than I thought. I’m exhausted.”

“It’s fine. Let’s go though, we can still make it if we rush.” Bow replied, turning around to start walking down the corridor, the others moving to keep up. “You ok?” Catra asked, falling back to keep up with Adora, while looking forward toward Bow and Glimmer, making sure they weren’t eavesdropping. “You look like you’re about to pass out. All pale and unfocused.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be alright. Just need to wake up.”

They were halfway down when they heard Adora cry out. Whirling around, Bow had an arrow nocked, but Catra was frozen in shock. “What? What is it?” Glimmer asked, staring at Adora, who was gazing in fear at a point in space in front of her. Adora slowly extended her hand out in front of her, into the sunlight. As soon as her hand crossed out of the shadows, the skin began to sizzle like it was over an open flame. Adora drew her arm back with a hiss. Looking back up at the others, they stared in shock at her eyes. They had gone blood red.

“Uuuuhhh…” Bow said, lost for words. Glimmer and Catra, however, were more on the ball as they each grabbed Adora and dragged her back to her room. “Hey, wait!” Bow called after them, racing back down the hallway. Shutting the door behind him (gently, so as not to arouse suspicion), he turned to the three girls. “What’s going on?” He hissed to the three of them. “What’s with the bad camera effect on Adora’s eyes?”

“Wait, what’s up with my eyes?” Adora asked, going a shade paler than she already was.

“Here.” Glimmer said, steering her to the mirror on her desk. And then freezing in place. Because there was Glimmer, looking shocked. And Catra, looking equally shocked. And Bow, in the background looking like a violin string so taut it was about to snap.

But there was not Adora.

Catra and Adora looked at each other, then back at the mirror. Glimmer put her hand behind Adora’s head and put up two fingers, wiggling them back and forth. They were clearly visible in the mirror.

“...aaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH-” Adora started a scream but was cut off by Catra’s hand. “Definitely don’t want to do tha-ow!” Catra jerked her hand back, looking down at a spot on the side of her index finger. There were two parallel scratches. Looking back to Adora, Catra carefully put her fingers back in her mouth.

“Uuuhh, aht are oo doing?”

“Sshhh.” Catra shushed her, feeling around. Suddenly her eyes widened as she hit something on the top set of Adora’s teeth. “Fangs, Adora.” Catra whispered. “You have fangs.”

Adora felt around the roof of her mouth with her tongue, and sure enough, found two extra-long incisors. She looked like she was about to start crying, but the doors were thrown open, startling everyone in the room.

“I figured out what it is!” Entrapta stated confidently, holding up a vial with a sample of the First One’s Goo from yesterday. “Well, sort of. I figured out what it is, but not what it does. It’s a virus!” She said, pulling over a chair and dropping down in front of Adora who, mid-panic attack, was beginning to put it all together. “It was either made as some sort of bio-weapon, or a performance-enhancing therapy, to figure out which, I’ll have to see how it...affects the...body.” she trailed off, looking slightly over Adora’s shoulder. Into the mirror, where she could see her whole face with one eye, and Adora’s head blocking the mirror with the other. It was very disorienting.

“The cut. From yesterday.” Adora began, unwrapping her hand, which she was barely surprised to see was fully healed. Bow, who had just finished processing, was forced to start all over again when he saw where this was going. “The original container was broken. I cut myself on it while we were retrieving it, and must’ve gotten some of the virus in my blood!” Adora refocused to find Entrapta dangerously close to her face.

“Could I have a sample of your-”

“Whatever it is, the answer is hard no.” Catra interrupted her.

“But how are we supposed to find out what’s happening to Adora!”

“I know a way.” Glimmer spoke up suddenly.

“Oh sure. I’ve collected a lot of the First One’s books over the years.” Castaspella said over her shoulder as the group walked. “I’m normally looking for books on magic, but since so little is known of the First Ones, I always saved the books I found. They might contain magic more powerful than anything we can comprehend!” She continued, worryingly excited at the idea of controlling fundamental forces that could shred the fabric of reality. “Unfortunately, they’re all written in First One's writing. No one can read them.” she continued, losing a bit of the wonder from her eyes. “We’ve had our best translators on it for years, but every time some bit of progress is made, some other proof comes out to contradict it. Truly maddening.And so I must admit, taking a trip all the way here in the middle of the night seems a little extreme for just an inventory check-up, and Adora’s...choice of attire can’t have helped.”

The four exchanged nervous glances behind her back, although Adora’s was masked behind a pair of large shades courtesy of an unknowing guard they would definitely return them to later. “It’s, uh…” Catra started, floundering. “Scouts!” Glimmer picked up. “Horde scouts could be all over the woods. We needed to keep this place safe and secret, so we decided to travel at night where no one could see us.”

“Mmmhmmm. And the shades?”

….

“Night vision!” Bow said, maybe a tad too loud. “Entrapta’s testing a new night vision gadget. Adora volunteered. Right Entraaaaaaa-.” Bow turned around to get Entraptas approval, but she was gone. Catra rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t worry. This happens a lot. We’ll pick her up before we go.”

“How will you find her?”

“I’ve got this.” Catra pulled a small screen out of one of her uniform pockets and held it up. On it was a radar-like readout with a dot pinging away, telling how far away it was, and the altitude difference between the screen and-

“Oh my god, you chipped Entrapta?” Glimmer almost shouted, appalled.

“Hah! No, there’s no way that would stick. No, I got tired of having to hunt Entrapta down, and she got tired of dealing with me after I had found her. So she chipped HERSELF and gave me this.” Catra looked at the screen, but her gaze was miles away. “I got pretty good at reading it. New castle might make it hard, but I’ll manage.”

“We’ve arrived!” Castaspella interrupted her thoughts, and they turned their gazes to the door in front of them.

“Awesome. Thanks Auntie!” Glimmer said as she pushed the door open.

“Oh I must warn you though,” Castaspella called in after them. “All of these books have been enchanted! You cannot leave with one!”

The group all got individual looks of disappointment. “Thanks Auntie, we’ll be sure to be careful!” Glimmer called around the closing door. Turning to the room, she looked over to Adora. “You’re up.”

Sighing, Adora began to scan shelves. “Farming, history, fiction...instruction manual? Nope” Adora murmured as she scanned the books. It took a couple hours, but eventually. ”Here, this could be something. Research stations.” Adora said, pulling another book down. “I think we got the virus from a research station. Number…” Adora concentrated, trying to remember the number station she had visited.

“407! Station 407!” Adora snapped her fingers, eyes lighting up, she turned back to the book. Flipping through the pages, she came to one with a picture.

“Hey, I recognize that vial!” Bow said, excitement audible in his voice.

“Research Station 407: researching a way to artificially induce...vampirism?” Ador began, the word sounding alien to her. Continuing to read down the page, she said “Vampirism is a condition based in myth more than history, but Research Station 407 is dedicated to recreating the benefits of vampirism while attempting to minimize the downside. A more detailed description can be…” Adora trailed off, mouthing the words. “Ok, I don’t know if some of the words in that title translate into our language, but I’ll know it if I see it,” Ador said, shutting the book she had and putting it back on the shelf. “I’ll keep looking.”

More time passed. Out of the corner of her eye, Catra caught Glimmer tapping her foot and checking her watch. She knew what the princess was thinking. They were running out of night. They would have to head back to the castle soo, or else Adora would be spending the whole day in this castle, leaving Bright Moon horribly defenseless while the Queen was out on her diplomatic visit to another kingdom. “Got it! Adora cried, holding another book up above her head. “Good, you know what it looks like, but we have to leave now.” Glimmer said, walking around Adora and pushing her toward the door. Or rather, attempting to. Adora’s superhuman strength made the feat nearly impossible.

“But, but-” Adora started, waving around the book.

“I know, I know, we can come back tomorrow night. But we can’t leave Bright Moon undefended during the day, even if you have to stay inside the castle. We’ve already been away too long.”

“Oh shit.” Catra interrupted, and three pairs of eyes swiveled to her. “Entrapta.” Glimmer and Bow’s eyes widened, and Adora started pulling her own hair. “It’s OK. It’s OK. you guys go now, I can grab her and we’ll catch up with you back at the castle.”

“But-”

“No time,” Catra said, spinning Adora to face the door. Bow had it open, and through a window, they could see the horizon beginning to turn orange. “You need to go now! We’ll be ok.” Catra finished, giving Adora a quick kiss on the cheek, then putting all of her body weight into shoving her toward the door. Adora only went a few steps, but it was enough to break her stupor. With only a short look back, the three began to sprint down the hallway. Catra pulled out her tracker, and began to hunt Entrapta down. But she paused, looking back to the room in thought.

“Well, shoot!” Adora exclaimed. They were all back in Glimmer’s room, laying around. “Now we have to go back tomorrow.”

“Not necessarily,” Catra responded with a cheeky grin wide across her face.

“What do you mean?” Glimmer sat up, giving Catra a suspicious look. Unable to contain herself, Catra reached behind her, into the bag she had brought, and withdrew the book Adora had found.

“Catra!” Bow shouted, jumping to his feet. “You stole a book from Mystacor?”

“It was a library. I borrowed it.”

“Something tells me you never applied for a library card.”

“A what now?”

“How did you do it?” Glimmer interrupted, getting right up in Catra’s face, eyes curious and maybe a little excited.

“Well, your aunt said we couldn’t LEAVE with one. So I just threw it through the door, walked through, and picked it back up.”

There was a moment of silence as the other three contemplated the semantics. “Note to self: tell Aunt Castaspella to up her security.” Glimmer said to herself.

“Doesn’t matter. Here,” Catra said, frisbeeing the book to Adora, who expertly caught it. “Tell us more about Vampirism.” Adora gave Catra another stern look, but quickly dropped the act and excitedly flipped to the page she needed to read.

“‘While Station 407 has been unsuccessful in synthesizing a perfect version of vampirism, a version has been created that still offers the carrier almost all the benefits, while minimizing downsides. Benefits include increased strength-’”

“Wait!” Glimmer shouted, and everyone froze. “How do you think being a vampire affects She-Ra?” The four looked at each other, before Adora ran back to her room to grab the Sword of Protection.

“You know,” Catra said, while they were waiting. “A SWORD of protection seems like a weird choice. Wouldn’t a shield of protection make more sense?”

“Well, it can turn into a shield.

“No, I remember-”

“And you can still protect someone with a sword.”

“I know. But it’s not what they’re known for. When you think ‘sword’, the first thought is not ‘protect’. It’s ‘attack’.”

“Yeah, but…” Glimmer trailed off, finding herself incapable of coming up with a good argument. They sat in silence until Adora burst through the door, not even winded, and did the whole “Honor of Grayskull” thing.

“Well, the look is pretty much the same.” Bow said, walking a circle around She-Ra and seeing no differences. “But are you stronger?”

“Well, she usually is as She-Ra,” Catra said. “Here, let’s just check. Hold out your arm.” She-Ra extended her arm, and with a “Hup!” Catra lept up into the air and hung off of it.

“Seems lighter than usual, but it’s kind of hard to tell with such little weight.”

“Here, jump on you two!” Bow and Glimmer looked at each other, shrugged, and jumped on. Or in Glimmer’s case, teleported on.

“Nope. still no noticeable difference.”

“Well start picking things up then.”

“Be careful with my stuff!”

She-Ra walked around the room, adding desks, tables, and shelves to her other hand. It took most of the furniture in the room before she said “Ok, now I’m starting to feel it.”

“I don’t think She-Ra was this strong before.” Bow gaped up at how much she had in her hands, the other two nodding in agreement.

“Let’s see what else you can do!” Gimmer aid, teleporting back over to the book and holding it out excitedly, like a kid with a toy they want to convince their parents to buy.

Sitting back down with the book, She-Ra kept reading. “‘Vampires also possess other varieties of abilities, such as transforming themselves into creatures of the night such as wolves, bats or frogs!’” She was practically shouting by the end, and the other three were looking at her with barely contained excitement, which she mirrored back to them. Screwing her eyes shut, She-Ra concentrated all of her willpower, and-

Poof!

When she opened them, she was a wolf. A MASSIVE wolf. She stood nearly eye level with the rest of her friends, despite being on all fours.

“Awesome!” Catra shouted, rubbing behind She-Ra’s wolf ears.

And then She-Ra licked all the way up Catra’s face.

“Agh! Pfflflbt. Not awesome!” Catra cried as she reeled back. “Change back! Change back!”

Poof!

“Sorry,” She-Ra said, looking bashful. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Let’s file that power under ‘Awesome, but at what cost?’” Bow grimaced as Catra wiped more drool off her face. “Next.”

“‘Imposing their will onto others.’” She-Re read. Looking up from the page, she gazed at the others in trepidation. “I don’t really know how I feel about that. Feels....wrong. Reminds me a lot of Shadow Weaver.”

“It could be a powerful tool, but yeah let’s not.” Catra agreed, horrified of anything Shadow-Weaver-esque happening again.

At this point, Adora let her transformation go and returned to her normal body. Continuing on, she read “‘Vampires are resistant or immune to most forms of injury, with a few key exceptions listed under Weaknesses.’” Ador frowned and flipped a few pages. “Yes, I would like to see those please….Aha!”

“‘While vampires possess many strengths, some of which may be yet to be discovered, they also have many weaknesses. The first and foremost is an intense reaction to sunlight.’ Intense is one word for it.” Adora muttered to herself, before speaking up and carrying on.

“‘While causing physical harm, the reaction is so adverse many vampire’s sleep schedules are inverted from those of a human, sleeping during the day and waking during the night. Another potentially lethal weakness is silver.’” Adora looked up to Glimmer. “How much silver is in this castle?”

“Not a lot.” Glimmer began ticking off the spots she knew on her fingers. “The silverware, some of the fancy detailing in the throne room, the mirrors hey maybe that’s why you couldn’t see yourself in them!”

“So if I try something like this,” Adora started, striding over to the waterfall, and small pool beneath it. “Then I should be able to….woah. The red eyes ARE really weird.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of getting used to them though,” Catra said, walking up behind Adora and wrapping her arms around the other’s waist. Looking into Adora’s eyes in the pond, she saw the concern. “Hey, don’t worry. Whatever this is, we’re gonna figure it out. What’s a little virus against the four of us?”

“Yeah!” Bow called out from behind them.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” Adora took a deep breath and grinned at Catra’s reflection, which returned her smile. “Alright, let’s go see if I have to be deathly afraid of like, turtles or something.”

“There’s the spirit!” Catra let go of Adora’s waist and threw a hand up. Bow tossed the book into her hand, and she grabbed it without turning around. Offering it to Adora with a cocky smile and raised eyebrow, she said “Your tome, my lady of darkness.”

“Why thank you,” Adora responded, before chuckling and opening it back up to her page.

“‘A wooden stake through the heart will be lethal to vampires.’ Well yeah, no duh. ‘While not lethal, many vampires experience an irresistible need to count small objects.’”

“So let’s cancel the annual marbles tournament.”

“We don’t have an annual marbles tournament.”

“It was a joke you dork.”

“Oh right.”

“‘While not specifically a weakness, a serious detriment vampires must overcome is the inability to enter a domicile without being invited first.’” Adora lowered the book, confused. “What? How does that make sense?”

“Yeah, what about Mystacor?” Bow agreed, hand on his chin.

“Remember how Castaspella greeted us though?” Catra said as ears perked up excitedly. “She said ‘Welcome back!’ Maybe that counted!”

“And the castle?”

There was silence for a minute as everyone thought, before Glimmer snapped her fingers. “Remember what my mom said after Catra had proven she was on our side? She said ‘You, Adora, and any other defectors are always welcome here.’ Maybe that counts too?”

“Maybe?” Adora agreed, but she still sounded confused. “Maybe it’s because the infection took hold here? So this kind of counts as my home?”

“So how fine-detail is this anyway? Like if I say ‘Adora, you are no longer welcome in my room-’” Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by Adora being yanked back like a rope was tied around her chest, and being thrown out the door.

“Ooow. Glimmer!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! I didn’t know it would work like that!”

Adora stood up and rubbed her head, not necessarily injured so much as shocked by the lack of warning. “Well, that rules out any stealth missions to th-” Adora was cut off from her attempt to walk back into Glimmer’s room by a Thunk , like she had just walked into the door instead of the opening where it was. “That’s going to be really annoying. Glimmer?”

“Right. Adora, you are welcome in my room again.”

Putting her hand out to test, Adora found it could easily pass through the door frame once more. Walking back over to her seat, she picked it up, giving Glimmer a look. “Let’s try not to do that anymore, yeah?” Glimmer nodded back, eyes slightly wide.

“‘Finally, an important note, vampires of old needed to DRINK BLOOD TO SUSTAIN THEMSELVES?’” Adora looked up from the book, horrified. Her friends looked back at her, and Adora couldn’t help but notice the new hints of trepidation in their eyes. Hands shaking, she looked back down at the book, she kept reading. “‘However, the need to drink blood has been removed from the current version of the virus, instead granting the subject a boost to the positive qualities of vampirism, and minimizing the detriments.’” A collective sigh of relief flowed through the room, and Adora’s heart returned to a normal bpm. “I’m not doing that,” Adora said, finality clear in her voice. The other three were happy to nod. Clearing her throat and recentering herself, she looked down at the final part of the description page.

“It looks like there are some other weird weaknesses in here, but they got removed? Somehow? I don’t know, I’ll ask Entrapta when I translate it for her.” Right at that moment, a yawn cut through whatever Adora was going to say. “Tomorrow. I’ll ask her tomorrow.”

“Time for bed, huh?” Glimmer asked, stifling her own yawn. “Lucky. You have an excuse to go to bed. The three of us have to stay up another like 12 hours.”

“What, why are you guys tired? ARE YOU INFECTED?”

“No, Adora. We’ve been up as long as you have.”

“Oh right. You have.”

“Well,” Catra said as she stood up, stretching. “Get some good sleep for the rest of us.” Leaving Adora with a kiss on the cheek, she padded out of the room to go find breakfast. After a quick hug from each of them, Glimmer and Bow were right behind her. Adora followed them out the door, but turned down the opposite way and made her way to her own room. Closing the blinds to keep the sun out, Adora paused for a minute, eyes on the rising sun. She couldn’t help but think back to being able to lift all of Glimmer’s furniture with ease, including her three friends without even breaking a sweat. And the thought wormed it’s way to the front of her mind before she could stop it.

Do the benefits outweigh the costs? Is this disease worth curing?

Shutting the curtains, Adora laid down to sleep.

Of course, the choice was removed from Adora’s hands and made for her. The Horde, having gotten word of the Queen’s diplomatic mission away, decided to attack castle Bright Moon.

In the middle of the day.

“Looks like Lonnie finally got promoted enough to see a real battle!” Catra shouted over the laser fire. “All it took was the other two people better suited for the job to defect to the other side!”

“Bold words from someone hiding behind a tree trunk!” Lonnie called back.

“Hey, can you blame me? Your face alone is enough to scare away half the army!”

Catra only heard an enraged scream in response, so she figured she had won the banter battle. Unfortunately, the same could not be said about the actual battle. She and the princesses, who had been filled in on Adora’s condition, were holding the line as best they could, but without She-Ra they were being slowly pushed back toward the castle gates. No one had suffered any critical wounds yet, but Catra was worried that when someone did, that would be the crack that broke their line.

Glimmer poked her head over the log to get a look at the enemy and, all of Catra’s fears coming true in one incident, couldn’t react fast enough before a laser blast skimmed too close side of her face. Crying out and falling back, Catra caught her before she hit the ground and pulled her back into cover. Ripping open her field First Aid kit, she began to clean the wound. The blast went clear through the top of her ear, taking a chunk right out.

“You’re ok. You’re ok.” Catra repeated over and over as she bandaged the spot. When she was done, she pulled Glimmer into a close hug and said it right into her (good) ear. “You’re ok.”

“I’m ok.” Glimmer parroted back, still mostly in shock. Slowly though, her eyes refocused. “I’m ok,” she said, looking right at Catra and nodding. Nodding back, Catra let her go and she returned to her spot behind the log.

“Whoever just shot that laser blast is about to have their insides turned into their outsides!” Catra yelled, letting the anger she felt color her tone.

“Yeah? You and what princess of power?” Lonnie called back, and Catra could only curse under her breath. She was right. Looking over into the sky, Catra squinted her eyes against the setting sun. “Come on come on-”

“-come on come on!” She-Ra exclaimed as she paced the entry hall to Bright Moon, casting her gaze out the window once again. Pausing she considered trying to walk out anyway, sun be damned, for the dozenth time. But, once again, she scowled and kept pacing. As strong as she was, Vampire She-Ra was no much for the sun. All she could do was wait.

Catra crawled along on her back, until she was pressed up against the gate, putting it and her the last thing between the Horde and Bright Moon. Glimmer, Bow, and all the other princesses had been incapacitated in some way or another. She was the last one standing. She couldn’t do much though, because she scarcely lifted her eyes when a heavy combat boot came down on her (maybe broken) ribs, pushing a pained cry out of her lungs. Looking up, she saw a blaster leveled at her face, a smug Lonnie on the other end. “Any last words, Catra?”

Coughing out blood that she made no effort to keep off of Lonnie’s boot, she managed to squeeze out between bloody teeth “I would say goodnight, but I don’t think you’ll be having one.”

Lonnie raised her eyebrows in confusion, lowering her blaster slightly. “What kind of la-” was as far as she got before the doors to Bright Moon Castle blew open so hard they flew off their hinges, and She-Ra descended onto the battlefield like a force of nature.

“Ok, I’ll be first to say it.” Bow began as he was lowered onto the bed. “I would like She-Ra to be able to fight in the daylight again.” A chorus of tired agreements sounded off from the beds around him.

After She-Ra had run everyone to the infirmary herself, they received their prognosis. Catra did have a few cracked ribs, as well as a major concussion. The chunk out of Glimmer’s ear will make it harder for her to hear in that ear for the rest of her life, as well as a broken arm that will leave her bedridden right along with Catra. Bow had taken a blast similar to Glimmer’s, but while not physically touching him, it streaked right past his left eye, making him temporarily blind in that eye. The rest of the princesses had taken injuries that would leave them bedridden for at least a week as well.

“I agree,” Adora said, letting go of her transformation and sitting down next to Catra’s bed, carefully taking one of her hands. “Sitting in the castle waiting to be useful while you guys were out there fighting was torture.”

“I’ll get right back on that,” Entrapta piped from a few beds away. “Just as soon as, you know.”

“Yeah. That’s fair.”

Luckily, the appearance of She-Ra had put the fear of 8-foot tall princesses into the Horde, because they didn’t attack again. Adora stretched her limbs, enjoying the feeling of the sun on her skin without the accompanying feeling of burning alive. She had decided to take the day off, as much as she could, and opted to lay there. The other three decided to join her, Bow and Glimmer laying so their heads made a triangle, and Catra deciding to just lay on Adora. Finishing her stretch she lazily wrapped her arms around Catra with a sigh. “Bing strong enough to pick up a tank with two fingers was fun, but man I missed this.”

“Same.” Catra agreed from her spot on Adora’s torso. “Let’s hope we never have to handle vampires ever again.” getting three nods empathetic in return.

Entrapta picked up her recorder and pressed the button. “Day 7 of the First One's Vampirism Virus Experiment. With the combined information gained from the book Adora read me, field data from her infection period, and data obtained from multiple simulations, I believe I have worked out the “downsides” presented in the Vampirism Virus.” Entrapta lowered herself, gazing carefully at the fluid in front of her. “However, results cannot be confirmed without live experimentation.” Picking up a syringe, she carefully extracted part of the serum. “The virus has been shown to reject animal cells, dying inside their bodies with no effect on the host. As such, there is only one possible option.” Entrapta continued, putting the point of the needle against her own arm.

“11:54 AM. Beginning Human Experimentation phase.”

#she ra #she ra adora #she ra catra #catradora #glimmer #bow #castaspella #entrapta

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hazyheel · 5 years ago

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WWE Monday Night Raw 8/5/19

We started the night with a tribute to those in El Paso and Dayton. They even gave a ten bell salute. It was good. Nice of them.

Then they showed the theme song, and Samoa Joe interrupted it. He hopped up on the announce desk and yelled at Michael Cole for accusing him of attacking Roman Reigns. Graves tried to defend Cole, which only made Joe more mad. He demanded that they show the footage. They did, and Joe said that since he was nowhere near the attack. Joe vowed to stay at the show until Reigns showed up, so he could get his apology.

As he was talking, Becky Lynch interrupted and walked down to the ring. Badass. I love her.

Grade: B-. I am almost positive that it wasn’t Joe who attacked Roman, so this is just sorta a red haring. But it could lead to a nice brawl and maybe even a good match if I may be so bold.

Then we had a tag match in the Women’s division. Charlotte Flair and Becky Lynch vs. Natalya and Trish Stratus. I was shocked that they are actually having Stratus on TV. Charlotte vs. Stratus is one of the biggest matches that they have going for them, so I was surprised to see this tag match get booked. Nattie and Lynch started the match with some technical exchanges. The two exchangd some submissiions, and Lynch was bout to lock in the disarmer, but Charlotte tagged herself in. Charlotte essentially wrestled this match alone, she completely refused to tag Lynch in. Even when she actually did tag Lynch in, she nailed Lynch in the back of the head with a forearm and walked out on her. Nattie locked in the sharpshooter, and refused to break when Lynch made it to the ropes, causing a DQ.

After the match, Stratus tried to pull Nattie off of Lynch, so Nattie pushed her away.

Grade: C+. Fine match, basically continued to show how much hatred has festered between Nattie and Lynch. And it showed that Charlotte is a bad guy. Stratus didn’t actually wrestle, so that was good. Just a perfectly functional angle here.

Then we went into Andrade vs. Rey Mysterio, the never ending feud. The match stemmed from Andrade ripping Mysterio’s mask after their portion of the Gauntlet match last week. We started with a quick pace, getting into striking and flipping within the first minute. At one point early on, Andrade spilled to the outside, so Rey slid out onto him and gave him a sunset flip powerbomb into the barricade. The two put on a really nice, lucha libre style of match with lots of great flippy moves. Rey hit an awesome hurricanrana after Andrade popped him up at one point. Andrade also nailed a beautiful double stomp in the corner after the two battled on the top rope. Rey still fought back however, this time with a mexican destroyer for a near fall. Then he nailed Andrade with the 619, but Andrade got his knees up for the splash after Vega distracted Mysterio. In the finish, Andrade went for the mask once again, but when the ref pulled him off, Vega hung up Mysterio on the middle rope, allowing Andrade to hit the hammerlock DDT.

Grade: B+. Just a nice little spotfest here. Pretty fun, and open to have a rematch. Nice to see a pretty good match.

Then we saw went is going on with Maria Kanellis, at their OBGYN appointment. She told Mike to defend her and her championship, and he said he would. At the appointment, Mike told Maria to relax and hugged her. The doctor then counted a pinfall, so Kanellis won the championship. Mike ran out into the waiting room, where R-Truth was waiting, He threw a baby doll in the air, which Mike caught, and then rolled up Mike to win his title back.

Then we had an interview with Becky Lynch about her summerslam match. Lynch said that she doesn’t care if Nattie has hometown advantage. She will win, because she has changed the business. Nattie said that she hasn’t gotten enough opportunity, but Lynch said that she needed to take opportunities. She is what Nattie’s career needs. Then Nattie was interviewed, and she said that her armbar didn’t matter, because her arm will break before she taps. Then she said that she would end Becky’s career with the sharpshooter and win the championship. Nice, I like tough Nattie.

Then Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman came out. Heyman ran down Rollins for getting destroyed by Lesnar again and again. He said that he loses too much, and he isn’t the hero that he pretends to be. They showed the attack from last week, and Heyman talked about how even he couldn’t stop Lesnar’s vicious attack. He also said that Rollins was in the building, and he insulted him for being stupid and showing up to Raw. Rollin’s music hit, and he limped down to the ring with a hair in hand. When Rollins got into the ring, Lesnar went right for the ribs. Lesnar attacked him with the chair and threw him all over the ring. Lesnar nailed him with an F5 to leave him laying on the ground.

After a commercial break, Rollins got on the mic and talked about why this match was worth it. He said that he wanted to protect the Universal Championship, despite the fact that it gets him beaten up every week. He said that this was all he had, and he vowed to beat Lesnar. He also refused to get on the stretcher when they offered it.

Grade: C-. I am not as fond of this underdog story as I was of a confident Rollins going into Wrestlemania. He is badass when he is confident, and while he is a good underdog, Lesnar eats underdogs. We’ve seen this story before, and while I hope Rollins wins, it seems like he won’t. I’m just sick of Lesnar being in the title picture.

Backstage, Kurt Angle, who would be a special guest referee for McIntyre vs. Alexander, talking to the Street Profits. They wanted to party with him and drink some milk, which they almost did until Drew McIntyre came up and threatened him. If Angle didn’t call it down the middle, then he would crack his skull open. I don’t know why Kurt Angle is here.

Then we had a squash match with the Viking Raiders. They won with the viking experience.

Grade: B-. Inoffensive Squash.

Then we had Cedric Alexander vs. Drew McIntyre, with Kurt Angle as the guest referee. McIntyre ran down to the ring as Alexander entered, and he beat the crap out of him. As they fought on the outside, Alexander gave McIntyre a tornado DDT, and then the lights went out. The Fiend showed up once again, and used the mandible claw to put Angle right on the mat.

Grade: B-. Okay, I’m into this becoming Wyatt’s new thing. A modern legend slayer, but he is way creepier. I like that, he looks really strong so far.

Then we had the New Day’s Xavier Woods and Big E come out to the ring for a match with the OC. The match didn’t even really start when AJ just ran into the ring and attacked. There was a DQ, and the New Day were beaten down, but Ricochet ran down and came to their aid. He helped fight them off, and they turned this into a 6-man tag. Ricochet and Styles mixed it up a bit. Big E was tagged in to fight a bit against Luke Gallows, who came out in his old face paint, so that was cool. Styles and Big E actually had a really good exchange here, where Styles countered several of Big E’s power move. He eventually gave Woods the hot tag, who gave Styles an honor roll. That was when this broke down a bit into anarchy, as Ricochet gave Styles a dropkick through the bottom ropes and out to the outside, but Gallows caught him when he tried again, and he was sent flying into the barricade. Styles then took out Big E with a Phenomenal Forearm, while Gallows and Anderson hit the Magic Killer for the win.

Grade: B. Pretty good stuff, interesting that the OC got the win over the Smackdown tag team champions, so maybe they will be the WWE Tag Team Champions soon. Other than that, just sorta a spot fest. Still pretty good though.

Then Samoa Joe came out, upon finding out that Roman Reigns was in the building. Reigns didn’t come out, so Joe sat in the right and waited. The crowd got bored waiting for Reigns and chanted CM Punk, so Joe walked out and met Reigns in the parking lot. As Joe walked out to confront him, a car smashed into Romans. Joe actually made sure that Reigns was okay after the car was hit, telling him to stay down and yelling for a medic. Triple H came out to make sure he was okay as well. Interesting, no confirmation of who it was. And Joe may turn face.

Then we had a fatal 4-way elimination match for the WWE Women’s Tag Team Championships. The Kabuki Warriors vs. Fire and Desire vs. Nikki Cross and Alexa Bliss vs. The IIconics. This match feels like they were going to do it at summerslam, but then they just kept cutting the build until they didn’t have a build, so they just blew it off on TV. Also, Corey and Renee are really funny during this match because he keeps yelling at her whenever Mandy Rose was in the ring. The IIconics took everyone down and hit their signature poses, but then Rose ran in to fight them. Rose pinned Cay with a running knee very quick, guaranteeing new champions. Nikki Cross was in after the elimination, but she quickly tagged herself out to Asuka. Asuka intimidated Rose out of the ring to tag in Bliss, but Bliss quickly tagged Sonya Deville. The two had a very nice exchange, followed by an awesome hot tag from the Kabuki warriors. Bliss entered the ring again, and when Renee mentioned that Bliss didn’t want to be in the match because she was scared, Graves suggested that she could be scared of getting scurvy from Kairi Sane. You know, because she is a pirate. So dumb, but pretty funny. Then we saw Rose and Asuka battling a bit, culminating in Rose tapping out to the Asuka lock. That left the Kabuki Warriors and Cross and Bliss. When we came back, Cross was locked in a knee bar, but she eventually broke out. And afterwards, she continued to sell the knee, so that was nice. Sane had a yet another really nice hot tag, which reminded me that she never really had a chance to prove herself on the main roster yet. Asuka then tagged back in to fight Bliss, and nearly got stacked up out of an Asuka lock. Sane went up for the insane elbow, but Cross pushed her off the top rope. Asuka then tried to attack Cross on the outside, but Cross trapped her in the apron and beat her down. Sane then took out Cross, only to be floored by a right from Bliss. Bliss then went up and hit Twisted Bliss for the win.

Grade: C+. A lot of this match was awkward, and not the greatest. But that last fall between Bliss and the Kabuki warriors was pretty good. I hope to see more straight up tag matches between some teams, and hopefully put some respect on those championships. I think Cross and Bliss have the most star power in this

And in the main event slot, we had a contract signing on Miz TV. Miz and Dolph Ziggler were going to sign a contract for their match, and Shawn Michaels was there for some reason too. Ziggler quickly insulted both of Michaels and Miz, saying that he is carrying the company on his back since Michaels lost his smile, and Miz lost his balls. Funny, those certainly didn’t happen at the same time. Miz then said the contract was not for a match with Miz, implying it was with Shawn Michaels. Michaels then said that it wasn’t him, and Goldberg came out. Goldberg then signed the contract after Ziggler retreated from the ring. Goldberg then told Ziggler that he was next, as Michaels drilled him with a superkick.

Grade: B. I bumped this up a bit because of the surprise. Goldberg is certainly a way to get a bigger name on this card, and I’m into it. Ziggler can sell a beating like no other, so I’m excited to see him get speared inside out on Sunday.

Overall Grade: B-.

Pros: Andrade vs. Mysterio; OC vs. New Day & Ricochet; Miz TV; IIconics lost their belts :)

Cons: Rollins looks super weak

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doodlelolly0910 · 6 years ago

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Love Don’t Cost a Thing

Summary: Emma thought she was living her happily ever after until she wasn’t. Now Neal is living his with someone else and Emma has a plus one option to the wedding from hell but no one to fill the space. Enter Killian Jones, devastatingly handsome male escort and the answer to Emma’s problems. She hires him for the wedding because he’s the safe choice. The temporary choice. Falling in love wasn’t on the invoice.

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A/N: It's Friday! And part two of date night for Emma and Killian! We learn a lot more about Killian and his background here and it becomes a little spicy meatball at the end. Nothing crazy lol. Thank you so much to @superchocovian for being an AMAZING beta for this story and thank you to @artistic-writer who has made every single awesome piece of art for this story and listened to me whine and fret over it on the daily for nearly a month while looking it over with me and being basically a second beta as well lol. And thanks to you all as well, lovely readers! I love how much you guys are enjoying this story already and I hope it continues to be something y'all like! Here's chapter 5!

Chapter 6

When they wrapped up their meal, Jefferson and Grace both bid them farewell, Jefferson outright refusing the money that Killian tried to leave (taken from his wallet, not the envelope, she’d noticed) and they made their way out into the night. Emma shivered slightly as they reached the car. Killian only unlocked his door, his hand on her back again leading her where he went, dropping the remainder of the bottle of wine in the backseat and unconsciously (or maybe very consciously) giving Emma a great view of his ass. He pulled a jacket free from the backseat and draped it over her shoulders, glancing nervously at her feet.

“What?” she asked, smirking slightly.

“I'm afraid I didn't think this part of our evening through very well. As lovely as those heels are, darling, I don't know if your feet would endure a walk to the docks in them.” He smiled up at her sheepishly. Emma was puzzled. His smile warmed at her confused expression. “I did promise you stargazing, love, and I have some things I want you to know about me as well. In case it should come up, of course.” He winked.

“I'll have you know I've ran in heels quite a few times before. One of the hazards of private investigation,” she retorted in mock indignation, unconsciously snuggling into the leather and spice scent surrounding her. Killian gazed down at her, a soft look overcoming his features as he took in the action. Emma eyed him curiously. “What?” She blinked up at him and he shook his head with a smile.

“Nothing, Swan, I was just lost in thought for a moment,” he said smoothly. Emma didn’t believe him for a second, but he moved on nonetheless. “Well, love, if you feel like your feet are up to it, it’s just a short walk.” He shot her a dazzling smile and placed his hand back on her lower back to guide her.

They walked in comfortable silence towards the pier next to the restaurant, the boats lining the docks all put to bed for the night. It was still relatively early and there were a few other couples like themselves out walking along the waterfront or late boaters finishing up their docking. But it was quiet. Peaceful. Killian’s hands had dropped into his pockets and Emma’s were clasped around her purse, resting against her abdomen. Every now and again, their arms would brush, making Emma feel warm all over. They stopped in front of a boat moored near the end of the docks. Emma looked at Killian in question, but he only smiled and stepped on board, extending a hand to help her up as well.

“So if your car is the Jolly Roger, does this make this the Queen Anne’s Revenge?” Emma teased and Killian pulled a grimace. “Or maybe not.” She laughed outright and his face lit back up at the sound.

“No, definitely not. We would never sully this beautiful lady by associating her with the likes of Blackbeard. This gorgeous ship is the Jewel of the Realm.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and left to dig through a cubby concealed under a nearby bench for something.

Emma looked around. The Jewel of the Realm was a smaller boat compared to those around them, but it was much more well maintained, and its size certainly didn't keep Killian from referring to it as a ship. The rustle of fabric in the night air drew her attention back to Killian. He was finishing smoothing out a worn flannel blanket on the deck, illuminated by nothing except the light of the moon and stars.

“It's awfully dark out here. Are you sure you're not a serial killer?” Her eyes were teasing and she hid a smirk in the jacket still draped around her shoulders.

“If I were, it would be too late for you then, wouldn't it?” He led her to the blanket and sat down, patting the spot beside him. Emma sank down into it, watching him from the side of her eye and folding her legs neatly beneath her.

“Perhaps. Planning to dump my body at sea, are you?” She smiled and looked up at the sky. The stars were bright here away from the city lights, more plentiful than she had ever seen.

“You seem to have it all figured out. Are you sure you're not the serial killer here, love?” He thumbed his bottom lip, hiding a smile of his own. She shrugged.

“For the right price, perhaps I could be,” she replied, paraphrasing his words from their first encounter. He looked shocked for a moment, then gave her a megawatt smile.

“I guess we'll just have to trust one another, won't we?” he said softly and Emma only hummed in response.

Killian watched her looking at the stars for another moment, seemingly enraptured by the moment. His gaze went unnoticed by Emma, her attention only drawn back to him when he stretched dramatically and laid backwards, his head pillowed on his folded arms.

She looked down at him and he glanced pointedly back to the spot beside him, silently urging her to lay with him. She rolled her eyes and shrugged the jacket from her shoulders, folding it and putting it down as a pillow for herself. She shifted to lay flat, her movements greatly exaggerated as if inconvenienced. They both knew she wasn't.

“That there is the North Star. Polaris.” Killian pointed above him, his arm slipping from beneath his head, and Emma turned to follow his line of sight. “It makes up the last star in the constellation of the Little Dipper. And here,” he moved his arm so it extended slightly over his body, Emma's head turning automatically and bumping into his shoulder, “is Orion. You can see the three stars that form his belt.”

“There?” Emma pointed alongside him and Killian reached up to grasp her suspended wrist to adjust her.

“There.” His fingers slipped down over the length of her arm as he released her, causing goosebumps to erupt in their wake. The smug bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Emma scooched over slightly, rolling on her side and propping herself on her elbow, leaving a bit more space between them. Killian didn't lift himself from the deck, but he did turn his face to hers, anticipating whatever it seemed she wanted to say.

“You know a lot about this stuff,” she said.

“Royal Navy, love. You'd be surprised what they still teach there.” He smiled. “Not a lot of money to be made in the service, though. So Liam and I came here after I discharged and… well, after I discharged. Chasing the American Dream and all that.” His gaze took on a far off quality, his expression almost pained.

“Who's Liam? Jefferson asked about him, too, back at the restaurant.”

“He's my brother. My older, more pompous, less handsome, know-it-all brother,” he told her, huffing a small laugh through his nose.

“Sounds like an older brother,” she replied. “Does he know what you do?” she asked after a moment, her words slow and careful. He shook his head no, now rolling onto his side facing her, mirroring her position propped on his elbow.

“No, he doesn't. But I do it entirely for him.” His eyes hardened slightly, his features drawing taut for a moment. Emma was surprised by this and just a little more curious than she should have been.

“You fuck random women for your brother?” she blurted and Killian guffawed a startled laugh.

“God, no, Swan. That part’s for me,” he teased, raking his eyes over her form. Emma sighed heavily and adjusted herself into a sitting position, legs carefully kept closed beneath her skirt, like a proper lady. Mary Margaret would have been so proud. “It's the financial aspect that's for my brother. He had been unwell for a time. Leukemia. He's been in remission two years now, but he was sick for five,” he said, moving to sit beside her.

“I'm so sorry.” She laid a sympathetic hand on Killian's arm as he turned his focus out over the dark water surrounding them. Blindly, he took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles, almost in thanks, before dropping their joined hands into the space between them.

“It was touch and go for a long time. I almost bloody lost him at least twice. It was a miraculous thing that he recovered like he did. I'd already lost my mother that way. It would have killed me to lose him, too. He's the only family I have left since Mum died.” Killian looked lost in thought, his aura bleeding pain and heartbreak as he spoke. Emma shuffled closer to Killian and placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles over the fabric there. The wind picked up slightly and sea spray misted over the hull of the vessel, making her shiver involuntarily. The corner of Killian's mouth tugged up and he brought his arm around Emma's shoulders, pulling her into his side. Emma tensed at the unexpected action, but she couldn't help but relax as he started to speak again.

“You know, for one of the greatest countries in the world, you Yanks are shit at healthcare costs,” he said, his tone wry but hidden in false jest. “We would have lost everything. But luckily I seem to have found my calling in a profitable field.” The easy smile was back on his face and Emma could see him slipping back into his cocky playboy persona now as simply as if he was changing into a costume. Emma let it go. He didn't push her. She wouldn't push him. She reminded herself that this wasn't personal anyways.

“How do you even get into something like this?” she asked, pulling herself out from under his arm and turning to face him directly to hide the defensive maneuver. His eyes sparked with recognition at the motion anyways, but he said nothing about it, instead answering her question.

“Er, well I happened upon it quite by accident, actually,” he admitted, his hand coming up to scratch behind his left ear, pink blooming over the apples of his cheeks and the pointed tips of his ears.

“You accidentally fell into her vagina? Or she accidentally paid you?” Emma asked on a laugh. Killian gave her a crooked sheepish smile.

“Scenario number two, I'm afraid.” He chuckled. Emma’s head whipped up to meet his, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Oh, this I have to hear. How do you accidentally get paid for sex?” She sat up on her knees, giving him her full attention, and he colored further, now a bright red.

“Well, Liam had just been in chemo for six months at that point. His finances were crumbling and he couldn't work. I moved in to help, but even with my salary working at the cannery and our pensions, we were barely staying afloat. I was out at a bar, sipping the cheapest rum they had, when I saw a woman sitting a few stools down from me,” he said, his fingers coming to lace themselves together in his lap as he folded his legs in front of him. “She was alone. Beautiful. Long dark hair curling around her shoulders. Gorgeous blue grey eyes. She caught me staring and beckoned me over.”

“Geez for an accidental hookup, you sure remember a lot about her.”

“You never forget your first,” he said and Emma swore his eyes blue eyes twinkled with their own mirthful light. “And is that a note of jealousy I hear, Swan?” The edges of those eyes crinkled with his grin.

“You wish.”

“On every star, love. It's alright not to want to share.” He winked.

“Okay, Rico Suave,” she said, her eyes nearly rolling from their sockets. “Continue with how this lady paid you to get out of her bed.”

“Oh, it had nothing to do with my prowess, darling. I'd be willing to give you a demonstration, should you be amenable.” That damn sinful tongue of his swiped over his teeth and toyed with the corner of his mouth. Emma suppressed a shiver at the sight, refusing to let his antics crack her stony facade. She raised an eyebrow at him instead. “No? Well, we'll put a pin in that, then. In any case, this woman. She was older, recently divorced and the recipient of half her wealthy former husband's assets. She requested that I help her get started on spending it. I had twenty dollars to my name and that wasn't nearly enough to drown my sorrows with, so I agreed to keep her company. Plus it didn't hurt that she was easily the most beautiful woman up to that point that I'd ever seen.” He sighed heavily at the memory.

“Bet there's been hundreds more beautiful after her,” Emma said, pushing her now salt frizzed curls over her shoulder.

“None until you,” he replied, catching her gaze and holding it for a moment, only a moment, the intensity of it too much for Emma to bear. She darted her eyes down to where her clutch purse lay next to the blanket they sat on, just to have something to focus on. “Now shush, it's story time.” He grinned at her indignant scowl. “We ended up having a great night together, drinking, flirting, laughing. When we ended back at her flat, I thought we had really hit it off. Until the next morning. By the time I awoke, there was an envelope on the pillow next to me containing quite a bit of cash and a note telling me to see myself out, along with a stern warning that the premises were under surveillance and to refrain from stealing anything.” He chuckled at the memory and Emma even felt a laugh of her own rise up in her throat. But, ridiculous as the story was, Emma's mind was preoccupied with just one tiny detail he'd glossed over.

“How much did she give you?” she asked, curious as to whether or not what she was paying him was sufficient. Killian froze for a moment before frowning exaggeratedly and sweeping his hand through the air dismissively.

“It wasn't much. I make more now,” he admitted, and Emma relaxed slightly. He wouldn't have entertained this charade if it wasn't up to his apparently heightened standards. But his sidestep at an actual amount sent a tingle to the base of her skull, almost an alarm but not quite. “But at the time, it was more money than I'd ever seen for one day's work. It kind of snowballed from there.” He reached up to rub the back of his neck, the redness in his cheeks having dissipated slightly, but not completely receded.

“And your brother doesn't know? He had to have noticed the increase in income. And I'm sure you didn't dress like this at the cannery.” She motioned to his well clad body and he gave a rueful smile in response.

“He thinks I got a promotion to purchasing and sales for the cannery. And that I go on nearly weekly business trips on the weekends,” he murmured, the shame of lying to his brother coloring his words. Emma's heart ached. She knew how it felt, the twisting guilt at lying to family. At least he had a good reason.

Emma's phone beeped loudly from her purse, stealing her attention. She gave Killian an apologetic half smile and retrieved the device from her clutch. It was a picture message from Ruby.

Henry lay on the couch next to her, wrapped up in his superhero jammies and a thin fuzzy blanket, head in Ruby's lap.

Down for the count! Hope you're having a good night! Do NOT interrupt your date to reply to this. Henry is fine.

Another ding.

And your apartment is empty so…

Emma's face wrinkled in confusion at the multitude of emojis that followed the text that appeared to be… an eggplant?

“Are you reading a text or trying to solve a Rubik’s cube?” Killian asked, amusement in his voice once again.

“It's Ruby. I think her phone did something weird because she sent me this,�� Emma showed him the text. Killian's brows shot up nearly to his hairline and he laughed, a deep, rich belly laugh. Emma was more confused than ever.

“Uhh…” Killian seemed lost for words and he reached up to scratch at his ear again. “I believe she's implying that we should have relations, love. That's intended to indicate…” he trailed off and then made a circling motion with his hand in the general direction of his, well, eggplant. Emma's eyes widened and she felt a rush of blood flow into her face (and she would have been lying if she said it only went to her face).

“Oh,” was all she could manage in her embarrassed haze. Killian chuckled again, the laughter stifled by his thumb and that only served to turn Emma's embarrassment into irritation. “Well I'm sorry I'm not the sexpert here,” she snapped. Killian looked absolutely thrilled with the title she'd bestowed upon him.

“Sexpert? I think I rather prefer that. Maybe I should have new business cards made,” he teased and Emma groaned, hoisting herself back onto her knees. Killian moved swiftly to stand and offered her a hand to help her up. “Maybe we should get you home. Back to your empty apartment.” His smile was absolutely filthy and Emma tried to take a step back as she stood and stumbled, causing Killian to reach out on reflex and catch her around the waist, their torsos now pressed against one another. “Well it's about bloody time,” he purred dipping his head. Emma put her hand on Killian's chest and pushed off of him, gently disentangling herself from his grip.

“I tripped,” she pointed out, smoothing out the skirt of her dress and retrieving her clutch. “But we agree on one thing. I do need to get home. It's getting late.” Killian nodded his agreement and began to clean up.

Once the blanket was stowed away and the leather jacket was safely back on her shoulders (his doing, of course), Killian helped her from the boat and led her back to his car. Emma's feet were finally starting to feel the strain of the evening, even with the temporary respite aboard the boat. He opened the passenger door, mimicking his bow from the start of this outing and Emma slipped behind it with a smile. She found she was much more comfortable with the gentleman, even if the scoundrel made her come alive inside. She stiffened and reinforced the walls around her heart against that notion.

The drive to her apartment building was mostly silent. When they parked, she opened her own door before he could make it around the car, and he gave her an adorable pout, but offered his arm all the same. She wasn't expecting him to walk her up, but she appreciated the gesture. As they approached her door on the fourth floor, awkward uncertainty began to set in. He had kissed her once before. Was he going to again? Emma wasn't entirely sure that would be a bad thing.

No, she thought to herself. Business.

“I had a wonderful evening with you, Swan,” he said, and Emma turned to face him, back to her door. A small smile tugged at her lips, his sincere gaze prompting her honest response.

“I actually had a good time as well. For a business dinner.” One of her shoulders lifted in a lighthearted shrug. Killian stepped closer to her, and Emma swallowed involuntarily as his cologne filtered back into her senses.

“Well I had to make sure you got your money’s worth somehow, didn’t I, love? What with the aubergine being off the menu,” he quipped and Emma slapped his shoulder.

“You’re damn right it is,” she retorted, beginning to turn around to unlock her door. Killian’s hand on her waist stopped her halfway and turned her back to him. Before she could say anything, or respond in any way, he was bending down and pressing a firm kiss to her cheek, just glancing the corner of her mouth. Surprise warred with offense in her brain before she settled on something akin to disappointment. “Uh, right. Good night then,” she said, turning and unlocking her door more smoothly than she thought she was capable of and shutting it behind her. She pressed her back against the wood, and took a deep breath. It was good to be home.

One of the good things about her son not being home was she didn’t have to worry about leading by example. That’s how her shoes ended up scattered across the floor and her clutch ended up on the floor next to the table. She made her way into the kitchen barefoot, pulling bobby pins from her hair and leaving them in a heap on the counter and fluffing her wavy blonde locks free as they came out of their confines. The rose from earlier sat in tall glass of water on the surface, making Emma's stomach twist. She was about to get herself a glass of water when an insistent knock sounded at the door. Emma groaned. Elsa must have seen her come home and wanted to talk about her evening. She wasn’t even sure how she felt about the sham date; she definitely didn’t want to talk about it with anyone else.

She swung the door open and the words she had planned to unleash died in her throat as her eyes landed on someone who was very obviously not Elsa.

“Killian? Did you need something else?" she asked, mind flitting through her memories of the evening in case she'd forgotten something.

“Just one thing,” he said, a steely determination in his gaze. And then he surged at her, burying one hand in her hair and wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him as he sealed his mouth over hers. She could only cling to his collar for dear life as he opened her mouth with a nudge of his scruff covered chin and plunged his tongue inside to taste and massage every inch of it like it was the last kiss he would ever have. Emma felt like she had burst into flame and before she knew it, her arms had come up to wind around his neck and she was kissing him back just as fervently.

Something close to a growl worked its way out of his throat and he pivoted her so she was pressed tightly between the wall of her entryway and the hard lines of his body. He continued to kiss her, intoxicating her senses so much she could barely keep up. She had never been kissed like this in all of her twenty seven years on the planet. They clung tightly to one another, her fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck and his fingertips digging into her ribcage from behind her.

He slowed his kisses, until he was just feathering his lips over hers, his hand slid from her hair to cup her cheek and his other loosely palming the curve of her waist now. She slid her knee down the length of his leg until her foot rested on the floor again, though she wasn’t sure when she’d hooked it around his thigh. They were both breathing in each other's air, panting like they'd run a marathon.

“Good night, Swan,” he breathed, only slightly more than a murmur against her lips. He planted one more soft but lingering kiss on her mouth and finally pulled away, leaving Emma completely dumbfounded in his wake. He smiled one last pleased (and slightly wrecked) smile at her before seeing himself back out the still open door, shutting it behind him.

Emma stayed where she was for minutes after he left in stunned silence, her back firmly pressed against the wall as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. It probably was. After a few moments, her knees had stopped shaking enough that she could push off the surface and walked in a trance to her room.

She walked around the space as if on autopilot, stripping her dress off and leaving it where it lay. She changed into an old ratty t-shirt and some pajama pants and climbed into bed, simply staring at the ceiling. The scene played over and over in her head and her fingers drifted up to skim over her lips on their own volition. Then it finally sunk in what had just happened.

Killian Jones had returned to her apartment specifically to kiss the holy hell out of her. She wasn't sure if she was angry or smitten. As soon as the notion popped in her head, she settled on angry. That emotion was one she could handle. The other, not so much.

He was about to get an earful.

She looked at her bedside table and realized that for the second time, after her second night in his company, she'd forgotten her phone in her purse. There was no way she was getting out of bed to get it now.

He would get an earful tomorrow.

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warlockwriter · 6 years ago

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To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself: Chapter 5

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Chapter 5/10

Pairing: Gabriel/Sam

Chapter Word Count: 1947 (Story so far: 8422)

Summary: Sam didn’t believe the “new man” speech from Gabriel, but he understood recovery and knew sometimes you just had to put on a brave face. He still struggled with his own recovery journey. Perhaps the two of them could help each other? And gank a few monsters along the way?

A/N: Begins right after 13x20 and goes canon divergent from there. Title from Paradise Lost by John Milton. Many thanks to @archangelgabriellives for the beta read and a couple of awesome suggestions/additions! Story is complete. I’m just trying the serial approach because I’ve never done it with a fanfic before.

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About four hours later, they arrived in Colby, Kansas. It was a typical Kansas town with a population of around five thousand if Sam had to guess. He and his brother had done so many hunts in towns like this that he'd gotten to be an expert at guessing population.

They had stopped by Walmart to get Gabriel a suit. Dean's suggestion, about an hour outside of Colby, had led to a (mostly) friendly debate about the suitability (or not) of Walmart clothing which had ended when the archangel learned, to his chagrin, that he still didn't have enough juice in the tank to whistle up a suit.

Of course, Gabriel being Gabriel, as soon as he put on the ill-fitting suit, he discovered he did have enough juice to tailor it. Sam called him on it, pointing out that the kind of lowly FBI agents who would be investigating this sort of case probably didn't earn enough for that level of tailoring. Gabriel grumbled, and knocked back the level of tailoring to "fit well" from "fit like he'd been born to it."

There had been another debate about automobiles, and Dean had won this one, pointing out that FBI agents didn't usually walk to police stations from cheap motels and get all sweaty. Sam conceded the point and hot-wired a late model sedan they found one town over. He made a mental note to leave a (not even slightly accurate) explanation of why the car had gone on a joyride from Brewster to Colby.

They moved gear from Baby to the new car in the Walmart parking lot. Sam rummaged around in the trunk, making sure he had everything he'd need. He doubted Gabriel had enough juice to summon an archangel blade, so he tapped his brother on the shoulder and asked, "Dean, where's the spare angel blade?"

Without even looking, Dean reached into a corner of the trunk and produced the blade. It was a complete mess in there, but the elder Winchester could find anything within seconds. Sam grunted his thanks and handed the silvery blade to Gabriel.

The angel took it and gave it a look usually reserved for cute, if slightly obnoxious, pets. "You do realize this is the equivalent of a water gun to me?" However, Sam noticed he made it vanish up one sleeve readily enough, with a muttered "Just until I can summon my own."

Sam gave an internal nod. He'd called that one right.

Dean handed Sam a machete and said casually, "Water guns came in really handy against Leviathan."

The sudden, complete silence from behind them made both Winchesters turn to see Gabriel's stunned expression.

"What?" Dean asked.

"You guys fought Leviathan? When was this?"

Dean grunted. "Huh. You really have missed a lot. Fought them after Cas decided to try the God route by sucking up souls from Purgatory."

Gabriel tilted his head and blinked at them. "And how'd that work out for him?"

"Pretty much as well as you'd expect," Sam replied.

Gabriel got this look in his eyes, as if he were calculating. A moment later, they snapped back into focus and he said, "Borax?"

Dean grinned. "Got it in one."

Gabriel nodded, a look suspiciously like respect spreading across his face. "Good thinking. Those fuckers are nasty."

"Tell us about it," Sam said, slipping a shotgun into his bag.

Gabriel pointedly cleared his throat and eyed the shotgun.

"What?" Dean asked. "You want one of those? Know how to use one?"

That elicited another look, this one the kind reserved for puppies messing on the carpet. "Hello," he said, drawing the word out. "Archangel. Been on Earth for millennia. You monkeys haven't invented a weapon I haven't used."

Dean reached into the trunk, drew out a shotgun and handed it to Gabriel, challenge evident in every move.

The archangel took the weapon, broke it expertly and examined the gun professionally. He held out a hand, and Dean gave him several shells, which Gabriel confidently loaded into the breech. Then he closed and latched it with a casual one-handed motion and looked at Dean, a smug half-smile on his face.

Dean nodded. "You'll do." He glanced through Sam's bag, as if doing a final inventory, and closed the Impala's trunk. "I think that's everything you need. I'll head to the Bunker, pick up Cas and meet you back here. Assuming you two can solve a simple vampire case without help, we can head back after that and figure out our next moves about Michael."

Gabriel gave a small huff that sounded like annoyance but didn't say anything.

Sam nodded, shouldered his bag and said, "Sounds like a plan." He'd already changed into his suit and looked ready.

"Wait a minute," Dean said as he walked around to the driver's door. He opened it and rummaged in the center console. A moment later, he pulled out two badges. Handing one to Gabriel, he said, "I assume you can change the photo. This one should be perfect for you."

The archangel read the name on the badge and started laughing. He sat down on Baby's bumper and laughed for at least a minute.

Sam glanced at the name on his own badge and joined Gabriel's laughter.

Dean just watched both of them with a self-satisfied smirk.

***

This small a town didn't have a coroner's office, so Sam and Gabriel drove to the local county government building, which served many duties, including coroner and police station.

On their way in, Gabriel glanced around quickly.

"What?" Sam asked.

The angel reached out. Sam felt a tiny buzz, and, suddenly, his suit fit better.

"If we're going to be seen in public together, you're going to have to look the part."

Sam looked down at himself. Gabriel had whistled up basically the same level of tailoring as on his own suit. The hunter had to admit that it did feel better. However, he said, "Aren't you supposed to be recovering your grace?"

Gabriel shrugged. "That used hardly any, and it was totally worth it."

Sam snorted and opened the door into the building. With the ease of long practice, he headed for the lobby desk. As he walked, he pulled out his FBI badge. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Gabriel doing the same.

"Agents Collins and Gabriel, ma'am," Sam said to the woman behind the counter. She appeared to be about thirty, with short brown hair, brown eyes and glasses. She was dressed in a police uniform, and he noted her name tag read "Williams."

She looked at both badges with an air of suspicion. "What brings the FBI to our town?"

Sam was about to answer when Gabriel leaned over the counter and fixed her with his amber gaze. He combined flirtatious and professional in exactly the right measure, and Sam watched her expression relax before Gabriel had spoken his first word.

Sam decided he'd keep his mouth shut and enjoy this.

"I know, Ms. or is it Mrs. Williams?"

"Carol," she responded.

Gabriel smiled, warm without crossing any lines. "Carol. A lovely name. Now, I'm sure your excellent town has had little reason to entertain a visit from the FBI, and ours is merely routine. I understand there was a recent murder?"

She nodded. "That's right, but it was just an animal attack. Nothing the FBI would want to investigate."

Sam noted that she seemed slightly disappointed that she couldn't offer anything more interesting to keep them here. His eyes darted to her left hand. No ring.

Gabriel leaned a bit further into her personal space, smile still in place. "I know. That's exactly what I told my superior here." He made a little bob of his head in Sam's direction.

Playing along, Sam adopted a stern expression.

Carol's eyes went back and forth between them. A slight frown appeared on her forehead. "Surely you're the senior one here, Agent Gabriel?"

Sam had to work hard to keep his stern expression.

Gabriel winked at her. "You know how it is. Once a field agent, always a field agent. Anyway, I'm sure you're right, but I don't suppose there's any chance we could take a look at the body and autopsy report?"

She nodded. "I'll have to ask the Chief, but I'm sure he won't have a problem with it."

"We'd appreciate it, Carol," Gabriel said, voice still smooth.

She nodded and went into the back, presumably to check in with the afore-mentioned Chief.

"Smooth," Sam said, his voice pitched for angel hearing.

Gabriel flashed him a quick grin. "And I bet you were thinking working with me would be like working with Castiel, who couldn't even hold his badge the right way up."

Sam stifled a bark of laughter at that. "No, I figured you'd be better than that, but I am surprised some of those lines worked as well as they did."

"It's all in the delivery, Sammich," Gabriel said, his tone smug.

Sammich? He couldn't decided whether to laugh or groan.

Carol came back a moment later. "Chief's busy, but he said he didn't see any reason not to let you see the body. He did warn me that you'd find it a huge waste of time."

"It's our time to waste, ma'am," Sam said, keeping his voice stern, as if he'd just dressed down his "subordinate."

Carol gave Gabriel a sympathetic look as she ushered them into the back.

Gabriel let her get a few steps ahead of him before he turned to give Sam an approving wink.

She led them to a room which was barely large enough to hold an examining table and a free-standing mortuary cabinet. She opened the cabinet and pulled out the only body it contained. "Report's on that shelf over there."

Sam picked up the indicated report while Gabriel skillfully guided her out of the room with a quiet, "Thank you, and I'm sure we'll be out of your way soon."

Sam flipped through the report while Gabriel examined the body.

"Definitely a vampire kill," Gabriel said absently.

Sam glanced up just in time to see the angel lean over the body and...was he actually smelling it?

"Gross, man!"

Gabriel waved him off. "I can focus down to just one scent if I want to." Another sniff, and he straightened up. "Thought I caught that when she opened the cabinet."

"Caught what?"

Gabriel flashed him a concerned look. "Werewolf."

Sam blinked. "Werewolf? You mean we're looking at a vampire and a werewolf working together?"

"Possibly more than one. The scent is faint, but I'm fairly sure there was the scent of at least two werewolves on that body."

Sam flipped open the report again. "That explains why they said it looked like the work of different types of animals. Of course, they are thinking scavengers, not predators."

Gabriel was examining the body closely. "Considering that you hunters have basically hunted both vampire and werewolves into near extinction, I'm surprised they didn't start working together before now."

"Good point," Sam said, watching the archangel examine the body.

"What I don't understand," Gabriel said after a moment. "...is why they didn't try to turn him. Looks like a healthy guy." He poked the corpse's arm "Decent muscle tone. Not much fat. Fairly young. Would have made a decent vampire or werewolf."

"I'm less worried about why they didn't turn him than I am about finding the nest and/or pack."

Gabriel walked away from the body, obviously finished with his exam. "Oh, that's easy."

Sam raised an eyebrow as he put down the autopsy report. "Oh?"

"Sure. Let me show you why you hunt with archangels."

TBC

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mbovettwrites-blog · 7 years ago

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Blackbird - 500 Follow Excerpt

It’s been long enough. Let’s just get into it.

In the background, she heard the faint whistle of a late night train pulling into the station. At least something was still working at this unholy hour.

Only a few people emerged from the archway leading to the platforms, the thickness of the night outside dispersed by twinkling lights strung along the wall. The first was a businessman, which Maria learned first from his irate posture and prim expression and secondly from noting the expensive suit and briefcase. Next was a pair of women huddled under a scarlet umbrella, an elderly man with his pace defiantly brisk and his lips pursed in disdain as he glanced across Maria’s slouched shoulders, and a gang of students whose raucous laughter felt poisonous in the previously peaceful station.

The first thing she noticed about the students was that there were four of them, and the second was that they were all boys. Each of them was impossibly energised and bright-faced for such an hour of the morning, and it momentarily occurred to Maria that they were all drunk – then she grew sensible again and reminded herself that drinking was illegal on cross-country trains.

They were foreigners, obviously. More foreign than her. Northerners, from one of the many wealthy pockets of Verlinden or Adovya where they were expected to just casually take a train from one end of the continent to another on a spontaneous summer holiday.

Well, then, she thought, the voice in her head sounding far more stiff and repulsed than she had expected of herself, Let them be miscreants. Anyways, they’ve chosen a terrible place for a weekend away if they’re looking for that kind of meaningless fun.

Only one of them – the quietest, his arms swinging laxly at his sides rather than gesturing wildly in all directions – looked as though he could pass as a native to a Gulf Belt country. Ygar, most likely. But his company betrayed him. They looked like the kind of people whose company her mother would have enjoyed, if she were both young and present with her. He seemed fixated on the presence of an alarmingly skinny boy at his side, whose shock of coal-black hair did little to distract Maria from the fact that she could see the outline of his bones in his face and his hands. This boy was by far the loudest, letting of bouts of high-pitched laughter every other second that sounded not entirely unlike the train whistle.

His arm was slung around the shoulders of the shortest, who looked more out of place in Cuorren than Maria had thought possible. For one thing, he appeared to still be wearing his school uniform. Schools in Navarios didn’t have uniforms. Feeling a little pleased as the fact presented itself, she then also recalled that she’d read a study in a newspaper that said Navarios students were fifteen per cent happier and thirteen per cent less prone to stress and anxiety than those in Verlinden’s supposedly world-class academies.

Honestly? Maria was quite sure that the only people who thought Verlinden’s education was the best were the people who had been raised and brainwashed in it. Everyone she knew thought the school system was a mockery, designed to manufacture posh, well-to-do young intellectuals with no individuality or purpose beyond making money for their already dangerously wealthy country.

She could yet be wrong. They could be from Adovya which, though not by much, was a noteworthy improvement.

Goddesses forsake her if they were students at Hylin.

She didn’t quite have time to analyse the fourth before he had invited himself to sit next to her.

Her lips puckered in distaste as he offered up a lazy smile and a hand to shake. Quarter past one in the morning was not a good hour for her to be interacting with stuck-up people at, lest she bite their heads off like a five-headed hound. Tersely, she accepted the handshake. It was just like the ones she received from the white-shirted men Arabella introduced her to, sometimes because they were one-week lovers and sometimes because they were work colleagues from her lawyer world. She prayed that this boy would become neither.

“Evan Charlize,” he said, and then continued in extremely broken Agion, “A pleasure to meet you.”

In flawless Verlinden, she replied, “Maria None-Of-Your-Business. Try again when I’m not tired enough to sleep through the end of the world.”

The boy’s eyebrows quirked up, eyes widening slightly. The loud one half-cackled, half-wheezed, slipping easily past his companions and slapping his friend hard on the shoulder. Still in Verlinden, he howled, “Evan, my man, she just gave you a smack down! That was awesome! Matt, my boy, did you get that on camera? I’m replaying that at his eighteenth – ‘The One Where Evan Gets Showed Up by a Strange Girl’, anyone?”

Evan – Maria presumed that was the name of boy sat beside her – frowned. It was only when this happened that she noticed just how bushy and unruly his eyebrows were. They looked like tiny, sun-yellowed squirrel tails.

“No to all of that, Sal. That was not a ‘smack down’, that was just rude. Daj, teach your boyfriend some respect.”

The quiet one folded his arms across his chest. “Not my boyfriend, not my responsibility.”

Sal giggled hysterically again, collapsing against Evan in the process. Evan, Sal, and Daj – that left the uniformed kid as Matt. She decided to focus on him instead, since he was the only one who hadn’t spoken yet and therefore was also the only one who had yet to irritate her.

Daj spoke up again. “Here’s an idea that, shockingly, neither of you have thought of – maybe she doesn’t want you here because you’re making moves on her and she’s very uncomfortable with that. Matt, come on, you had to have picked up on that.”

Maria growled. “I know you’re trying to be nice, but I do have the basic ability to stand up for myself. I am exceptionally tired. Leave. Me. Alone.”

Sal’s eyes went wider than Evan’s. Pushing himself away from his disgruntled friend with a bounce in his step (which, given the ridiculous time of night, defied all logic and reason that Maria possessed), he swung an arm around Daj’s neck instead and let out a long whistle. It was at this moment that Maria’s observational skills fully caught up with the rest of her brain and she noted that Sal was, in fact, flaunting a crop top. Not that it was unusual – she had seen every fashion statement possible in her corner of Navarios – but she somehow wanted such a charismatic person to have the added bonus of knowing when it was chilly enough to wear a jacket over it.

She knew from experience back home that the nights in the Gulf Belt were as damp and humid as a fox’s armpit, but the air conditioning in the station was on overkill. At that moment, she would trade the lives of all of these boys for one minute in the heat of the midday sun.

“Whatever,” Evan huffed, standing up with a slight grunt. “We’re stuck here until the morning trams start running anyways. How long is that, anyways?”

“Ten to seven. They start at sunrise,” Maria interjected curtly.

“I was under the impression that Your Majesty wasn’t going to talk to us.” Evan’s eyes looked almost as chaotic and grey as the storm raging outside as he snapped back at her, all previous interests in being gentlemanly lost the moment she bared her teeth at him. She couldn’t care less. He’d apologise when the sun came up and the tropical warmth melted his temper tantrum away.

“Evan, even the Goddesses know you’re too grouchy to be socially interacting with other people right now. Find somewhere to sleep it off, you’re even starting to exhaust me.”

Matt had taken it upon himself to speak now. One hand was thumbing the corner of his shirt collar as he scolded Evan and followed it up with an apologetic smile tossed at Maria – the other was tucked tightly into his trouser pocket. At last, Evan decided that this was somebody he could agree with, and marched across the room to stretch all six feet of himself across the opposing bench. Back turned to the rest of them. Obviously.

“In another time, this would’ve been hilarious,” Sal said with a sigh. The corners of Maria’s mouth tugged up in an inkling of smile.

“You don’t say.”

He performed a walk that was somewhere between a skip and a strut as he went to join Evan, and Daj followed in respectful silence. Matt was the last one to speak and to go, talking and smiling over his shoulder as he trailed after his friends.

“He’ll be more polite come sunrise, I promise you. I’m sorry we had to meet like this.”

“Keep him and his temper! Didn’t plan on meeting you all in the first place!”

Leaving that as the closing statement of the tumultuous conversation, she unzipped one of her suitcases and dug around until she pulled out three identical crimson hoodies, draped them around her goosebump-ridden arms, and nestled in to wait out the storm still thundering above them.

So, this is about half of the second chapter showcasing the introduction of some other major characters (because as much as I love Ingrid, I love these guys too and they deserve some more spotlight). I would have put this out yesterday when I actually hit 500, like I promised, but I became swamped with work and sort of burned out and fell asleep a full two hours earlier than I’d normally even consider going to bed. So, yeah, that was a tad time-consuming.

I’m going to tag @kbcypher for being so supportive of this WIP and often seeming a little upset when updates are missed, @jade-island-lives for also being generally supportive and also being someone who keeps popping up time and time again in my notes, and @bitteredplum because they’re a cute art kid who is probably the only person I know IRL who I can actually stand.

They also drew a little doodle of Maria and Ingrid the last time they came over to my house, which I need to post soon

Thank you all again for 500! xx

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puppet-king · 7 years ago

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Arkady’s Roommate

This story was a commission for @nomeduka. It’s a side story to the 2010-11 Slender Man Mythos project, Operation Wintergreen. Specifically, it’s the story of Jason, a minor character who was Arkady’s roommate in Smiting the Gods.

Posted by J-Dawg on November 25th, 2010 at 4:15 PM

What’s up everybody! My name’s Jason, or J for short, and this is my blog of awesomeness!

I’m not much of a blog kinda guy, but my kid sister made one and I need a blogger account to follow her. And if I already got the account, I might as well make a blog, right? I mean, why the hell not?

Anyways, like I said, I’m J. I’m a junior at Texas State University (Go Bobcats!) studying for a degree in physical therapy. It’s pretty cool. My profs are dope and there’s a lot of hot girls on campus. Hey, if anyone from Texas State reads this, hit me up!

But none of that’s important now. I’m not even at Texas State right now! It’s Thanksgiving week, so I’m relaxing with my family at Grandma’s house. She’s a great woman. Basically raised me and my sister. And she can make cranberry sauce that I would literally murder for. That’s all I got for now. I’ll have to try and do something awesome so I get more stuff to write about on this blog!

Anyways, later y’all!

Posted by J-Dawg on November 28th, 2010 at 9:28 PM

Back at Texas State, baby! I love my family, but I missed this place. Not the homework or anything, but I missed all my bros. We’ve only been back a few days and my main man Neal’s already planning an epic bar crawl up in Austin on Friday. If we get everyone we’re inviting, we’ll have like 20 people, owning all the bars on 6th street!

And I gotta admit, I did miss my Xbox. Sorry for abandoning you, buddy! I swear I’ll bring you home with me next break! I’ll never leave you again! I finally got a copy of Black Ops, and I’m gonna play the shit out of it the moment I get a chance.

Last time I talked about needing to do more exciting shit, and I’ve been trying to find something I can talk about. Well I got back to the apartment before my roommate, so I used the chance to invite my bros over. Just bringing people over ain’t that exciting, but we were gonna pot luck that shit. I don’t know how to cook much, but Grandma did teach me a few recipes. I can make a truly epic apple pie. Drew’s got this crazy good mac and cheese recipe, and Neal works at this smoothie place so he knows how to make some sweet protein smoothies. Everyone else just brought something they bought at HEB, but we still ended up with an awesome meal. With all the food and drink we could ever want, we got to the real show: Black Ops tournament!

Man, I came so close to winning it. Got second place, just barely beaten by Drew. He must be some kind of genius at this game. Looks like I need some more practice before I can take him down!

Well, later!

Posted by J-Dawg on November 30th, 2010 at 11:28 AM

My Grandma always taught me not to say bad things about someone behind their back, but I really need to vent here. It’s better to talk about someone on a blog with only, like, 2 followers instead of spreading rumors about them in real life, right?

My roommate got back yesterday. And he’s, well, I dunno. He’s just weird. I’ve got nothing against weird people, some of my best friends are weird, but he’s just so smug about everything. Neal says he’s an asshole, but I don’t think I should go that far. I think he’d be a pretty cool guy if he just stopped looking down at people.

Anyways, he got back yesterday. Pretty much as soon as he arrived he walked into his room and shut the door. Didn’t even acknowledge me when I said hi. The dude’s always been a bit of a shut in, but I’d never seen him that bad before. I didn’t see him again until it was already night and I was about to head out to meet up with friends. Neal had just arrived and I was stepping out of the door when I saw him go to the kitchen to grab some food. I tried saying hi to him again, but he just ignored me. It was actually a bit creepy to watch him moving around so quietly. But then Neal shouted something like, “Hey asshole, J said hi to you!” and he finally looked at us.

He could have just said “hi” back to me and it would all have been cool, but he responded by going into this long speech about greeting us. I don’t even remember everything he said. It was like this Shakespeare kinda language, all fancy and old sounding. I think he was quoting from something, because he doesn’t talk like that normally. And the way he was talking and smirking at us made it clear he was making fun of the whole thing. All I was trying to do was be polite, and he’s goes off like that. If he wasn’t feeling like talking, he could have just said so instead of doing this whole show.

I should stop there. He’s not a bad roommate. He cleans up around the place, always pays his rent on time, and keeps that classical music he likes quiet when I’m trying to sleep. I just wish he could be a little less frustrating to deal with.

Later!

Posted by J-Dawg on December 2nd, 2010 at 5:32 PM

I really hate making these two vent posts in a row. I promise I’ll talk about something different next time!

Last time I said that my roommate’s pretty weird, but ever since he got back from the break he’s been acting even weirder. He’s still ignoring me. I mean, we never, like, actually talked that much before, but he used to at least reply to me. Now he always seems so super focused on something else that it’s like he forgets I even exist.

He’s also been writing a bunch. Every time I see him he’s writing something in that notebook of his. And every time he suddenly seems to get angry at whatever he’s written down, tears out the pages, and then throws them away. I thought that maybe he’s just trying to cram an essay before final exams, until I found one of the crumpled-up sheets of paper lying on the kitchen counter. I got a little curious, so I picked it up and read a bit. The whole thing was written in this really fancy language, the kind you see when someone’s trying to act smart. I don’t remember that much of what I read, something like “his ivory head lowered until I was looking straight at the place where his eyes should have been.”

I didn’t get to read much more than that because all the sudden my roommate comes charging, screaming at me to give him the paper. Dude looked pissed as fuck. Like he was all set to fight me right then and there over this piece of paper. And I’m thinking, seriously man? You just left it lying on the counter, how was I supposed to know it was some kind of super-secret thing? I gave it back to him anyway, and he immediately threw it in the trash. Didn’t even say anything when I apologized.

I hope he doesn’t keep acting like this. At least the semester’s almost over. Maybe he’s just stressed out, and will be chill again when we come back next semester.

Later!

Posted by J-Dawg on December 5th, 2010 at 11:23 AM

Man I just had the weirdest day. Started last night, when the power went out. I’m gonna be honest, I was completely smashed so I don’t remember everything that happened. But the minute the lights flicked off my roommate went sprinting out of the apartment. Like, no calling maintenance, no getting a flashlight, he just went flying out there.

I never did find out what the deal with that was. I thought about asking him the next morning, but I don’t think he’d have answered, the way he’s been acting. Like I predicted, the next morning he was acting like nothing had happened. But that was when things started to get really weird. I’m sitting there, eating my breakfast while trying to decide whether or not I should ask him, when I look outside and see this guy in a suit standing on our balcony. And I’m like, what the fuck, we live on the second floor, how did that man get there. I asked my roommate about it, and he just said something like, “What guy?” When I looked back at the balcony, the man was gone. I just thought that maybe I hadn’t completely sobered up yet, and left it at that.

My day kept getting even weirder after that. The whole day, as I’m walking around campus going to classes, I keep seeing that guy everywhere. Not out in the open, but in the background of places. It’s like he’s stalking me or something. But every time I realize he’s there, he disappears, like he’s trying to avoid being seen by me.

I’m thinking about telling someone, but I want to be sure this isn’t some coincidence first. Next time I see this guy, I’m going to go over and confront him, face to face.

Later!

Posted by J-Dawg on December 5th, 2010 at 10:59 PM

He doesn’t have a face

Posted by J-Dawg on December 6th, 2010 at 7:42 AM

I’m freaking out here, man. After class yesterday I decided I was going to confront the suit dude who’d been following me. When I was heading home I thought I saw him on the side path near Old Main, so I went after him. I caught up in that area with the bench surrounded by trees halfway down the path. As soon as I could see him clearly, I realized that he was much taller than I’d first thought. But freakiest of all, he had no face; his head was completely white and featureless.

So obviously this guy was actually some kind of mannequin, right? Someone’s been playing a prank on me. I was about to get mad about that when it started moving. I don’t know what was going on with it, but he didn’t move like a person. His body was too flexible and his movements were too twitchy. Even without any eyes, when he moved that head towards me it felt like he was looking right at me.

I ran out of there as fast as I could. Shit like that is not supposed to exist in the real world. Didn’t see him on the way back to the apartment, and after a while I was starting to convince myself that I’d just been imagining that thing moving. Then the lights started flickering in my room, and he appeared out of thin air right in front of me. I didn’t have time to scream before… I don’t know. That’s the last thing I remember in my room. Next I knew, I was waking up in a park in the middle of the night. I’ve got no memory of anything that happened between those two moments.

I haven’t seen the faceless guy since then, but that isn’t reassuring me. Everywhere I go, I’m looking over my shoulder, terrified that he’ll be standing behind me. I can’t focus like this. I can’t even sleep. I just need some help. Anyone out there who knows what’s going on, please. Help me.

Posted by J-Dawg on December 10th, 2010 at 3:22 AM

Neal invited me and some of our bros to hang out at his place last night. Even though I felt like shit, I took him up on that offer. I had to get out of this apartment. I feel like my roommates been watching me ever since I saw Faceless. Is he connected to it somehow? I don’t know. I just wanted to be far away from him.

It was a fun night at first. Everyone brought beers, had some good beats playing, someone invited hot girls. The perfect college life right there. Exactly the thing I needed to forget about all the weirdness from before. I wasn’t even thinking about Faceless when Neal said we should head to the river. Yeah it was dark out, but who doesn’t want to jump into a river with a bunch of babes?

I started to get nervous when we were getting close to the park and I saw that all the lights were off. It’s not like they keep the place well lit at night, but there’s usually something. No one else was bothered, and I didn’t want to seem like a wuss or anything, so I kept going along. As nervous as I might have been, I tried to have fun as we floated downstream. But it was impossible to stop looking over my shoulder. In the darkness, every tree’s silhouette looked like Faceless watching me. And there were trees everywhere. The further down the river we went, the deeper we got into the woods. Everyone around me was having a great time, while I was on the edge of screaming like a kid whenever I thought a tree moved weirdly. Definitely wasn’t doing a good job impressing any girls.

Even as paranoid as I felt, it took me a while to realize things were starting to get weird. It wasn’t a big change or anything. It’s just that the further we went down the river, the quieter the conversations seemed to get. When I started looking around I realized that there seemed to be a lot less of us than there’d been at the start. I told myself there was no need to panic yet. Some people could have just gone home.

Then I saw a girl’s head go under the water. Not like she dove underwater; like something had grabbed her let and yanked her under. No one else reacted to it, even as I saw more of them vanish under the water, one by one. Everyone else kept talking and joking with each other as their group dwindled away.

I wasn’t gonna to stick around to see where this was going. I swam over to the shore and pulled myself out of the water as fast as I could. No way am I letting some water demon get me. In the darkness I could just barely see something follow me out of the water. I was about to scream, until I realized it was just Neal. He’d seen me leave and wanted to check up on me. I tried to think of some way to explain what was happening, but as I was stumbling over the words I saw Faceless’s arms reaching from behind Neal. They wrapped around his neck and pulled him into the darkness before I could shout a warning. I was about to run after him when I saw Faceless step out from between the trees. He was taking slow strides through the woods, his head turning left and right as if he was looking for me. I stayed where I was, like a coward praying he would just leave. It took everything I had to hold my voice back when one of his long limbs nearly brushed against my leg.

Slowly Faceless moved away from me. The moment he was out of sight, I got up and started running back to my apartment. I’m in my room now, with all the doors locked and the lights on. I don’t know if my roommate’s here, and I’m too scared to go out to check. This is just too fucked up, man.

Posted by J-Dawg on December 12th, 2010 at 5:15 AM

I can’t take this anymore. Every time I try to leave the apartment, he’s waiting for me. No one’s answering my phone calls. And my roommate is watching my every move. Is he in on this? He keeps saying he doesn’t know about Faceless, but I can tell that he’s watching me. I bet he’s plotting something with Faceless. But he can’t get me if I don’t come out of my room. I’ll just stay here where it’s safe. They’ll never get me here. I’m safe here. I’ll outlast you Faceless. You can’t get me anymore!

Posted by Arkady Svidrigailov on December 16th, 2010 at 6:53 AM

My goodness, I didn’t realize Jason had been keeping a blog. I suppose he was somewhat more tech savvy than I had assumed. I apologize for jumping to conclusions about your ineptness, Jason. You weren’t as big of a disappointment as I had thought.

I’m sure that this blog’s… two? Two readers realize that this is not Jason typing. (ha, he only had two followers on his blog! What a tool!) No, I am none other than Jason’s roommate, the stupendous Arkady Ivanovich Svidrigailov!

Why am I posting here instead of Jason? Well Jason’s dead. Ol’ Slender Man (or Faceless, as Jason seems to have been calling him,) finally got around to ripping out all Jason’s organs. I suppose from a certain point of view you could say that his death was my fault, but is this really the time to be pointing fingers? It’s not like anything of value was lost, after all.

If you are still persistently curious about Jason’s fate, you can read all about it on my much-better-than-his blog, Smiting the Gods. If you insist on the short version, it seems that Jason broke his rule of not coming out of his room ever again. You see, Slendy decided to show up outside our window last night, and used his bullshit mind magic to draw the both of us onto the balcony. After spending far too long watching Slendy be all spooooky like down there, I said to myself, “You know what, I’ve never seen someone get killed by the Slender Man. I wonder what it looks like.”

So I pushed Jason off the balcony, into the Slender Man’s multi-armed embrace. It was an interesting experience. I got to see firsthand what color Jason’s spleen was. And now that I’ve seen Slendy kill, I no longer need to consider pushing people into his way just to observe what happens. You see, Jason? Your life ended up not being entirely worthless in the end.

And with that, I must bid you beautiful readers adieu. There is still much for me to do, and little time to waste on this awful blog. After all, it will take much work for me to achieve my dream of being the first to punch Slender Man in the not-face.

Later!

#writing #commission #writing commission #slender man #slender man mythos

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racingtoaredlight · 4 years ago

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RTARL’s 2020 NFL Season Week 17 Extravapalooza

Well, here we are at the end of the most unique NFL season in memory. Was it the smartest idea in the world to stage an entire professional football season in the midst of a rampaging viral pandemic? No, it really wasn’t. But, somehow, the NFL managed to make it through the year without any outright disasters (sorry Broncos, having to start a practice squad WR at QB doesn’t really count), and they did it through the tried and true combination of blind luck and pure willful ignorance. Yay, I guess? I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t appreciate having games to watch, but the whole enterprise was downright impressive in its blatant disregard for common sense and social responsibility. That’s why it’s America’s game!

There’s still a fair amount of playoff-positioning to hash out this week, which always lends a nice bit of urgency to some of the proceedings. I’m far too lazy to go into those particular weeds myself, so I’ll just link you to someone else’s work if you want to study up on the various scenarios in play.

My picks are in BOLD, and the lines come to us courtesy of our friends at Vegas Insider. I use the “VI Consensus” line, which is the line that occurs most frequently across Vegas Insider’s list of sportsbooks. Your sportsbook of choice may offer a different number, and if you’d like my opinion on said number A) you are insane, and B) leave a comment below and I’ll try to answer at some point before things kickoff today.

EARLY GAMES

Baltimore Ravens (-14) at Cincinnati Bengals

If the Ravens win, they’re in the playoffs. The Bengals don’t have the horses to offer much resistance against a supremely motivated Ravens team. I will say that the most entertaining turn of events for someone with no dog in the fight would be for Baltimore to somehow lose this game, for the Browns to win, and for Ravens fans to have to sweat the result of the Colts/Jags game to see if they make the playoffs. Friend of the blog Fryan Turd would likely suffer a half-dozen heart attacks in this scenario.

Miami Dolphins at Buffalo Bills (-2)

I have no idea how important clinching the #2 seed in the AFC is to Buffalo, and if it’s not a big deal to them they may rest some guys for all or some of this game. The Dolphins will remain feisty to the very end, of that I’m certain.

Pittsburgh Steelers at Cleveland Browns (-9)

The Steelers are sitting a whole bunch of guys and the Browns are in the playoffs with a win. I will say that losing this game to Mason Rudolph and subsequently missing the postseason would be an incredibly Brownsy thing to do.

Minnesota Vikings (-4) at Detroit Lions

Despite having nothing to play for and no reason to risk further punishment, Matthew Stafford is suiting up for this one. Dare I say that Stafford is...A GAMER? I do dare say it. I hope he whips ass and the Lions win in what could be his last home game in Detroit. I would sacrifice one of my siblings to get Stafford onto the Patriots this offseason, and also to get a larger share of my family estate.

New York Jets at New England Patriots (-3)

Oh man, this is not going to be a fun game to watch AT ALL. Sullen Bill Belichick, Broken Down Cam Newton, Traumatized Sam Darnold, Dead Man Walking Adam Gase--this game has way too many depressing ingredients, to say nothing of the very-likely-to-be atrocious quality of play. Let’s just move on.

Dallas Cowboys (-1.5) at New York Giants

This is essentially a playoff game, as each of these teams needs to win (and for Washington to lose) in order to clinch the shittiest division of all time. I’m taking Dallas here because they’ve been rolling in recent weeks and Daniel Jones isn’t close to 100% healthy, but what I want most is for the Giants to win, the Football Team to lose, and for us to get the hilarious spectacle of a 6-10 playoff team.

Atlanta Falcons at Tampa Bay Buccaneers (-7)

I’ve ridden with the Falcons all season, why stop now?

[looks at season record]

Okay, that might be a good reason to stop. BUT I AIN’T GONNA!

Hey, do you think Matt Ryan could end up on New England? He went to Boston College, right? What have I become, coveting other teams’ used goods? This is no way to live.

LATE GAMES

Green Bay Packers (-4) at Chicago Bears

I’m greatly enjoying the Trubiskaissance. The Bears making the playoffs would make for some tremendous restlessness and conflicting emotions among Bears fans, as a strong showing would likely mean that Mitchell and Matt Nagy will run it back next season. This would entertain me as a man who isn’t a Bears fan.

Las Vegas Raiders (-2.5) at Denver Broncos

I truly have no opinions or thoughts on this particular contest. Oh wait, here’s one: fuck the Raiders for ruining so many of my picks. Here’s another: Do you think New England could trade for Derek Carr? HELP.

Jacksonville Jaguars at Indianapolis Colts (-14)

The Jags are quite possibly the most ready-to-start-their-vacation team in the league, and the Colts need to win this game to make the postseason. I’m bummed about how things turned out for my man Gardner Minshew this season in Jacksonville. I hope he’s able to continue his career with a franchise who appreciates his comedic potential more fully. You know who would love him? Famous mirth-merchant William Belichick.

Los Angeles Chargers (-4.5) at Kansas City Chiefs

Tremendous opportunity for Justin Herbert to pad his already fantastic rookie-year numbers against the K.C. JV team. The thing that makes me the most nervous about this pick is the possibility that Chargers Head Coach Anthony Lynn knows that this is his last game, and as a result will make sure to unveil his most breathtaking piece of clock-mismanagement performance art yet.

Arizona Cardinals (-3) at Los Angeles Rams

I can’t in good conscience get behind a team that intends to start John Wolford at QB, no matter how awesome their defense is. Then again, maybe if Sean McVay basically controls his movements Ratatouille-style the way he does with Jared Goff, he’ll be okay. If Arizona loses and misses the playoffs, Coach Handsome might experience the quickest progression of “This Guy Has No Idea What He’s Doing” to “This Guy Is A Genius Who Is Changing the Way Football Is Played” and back to “This Guy Is a Dipshit” of any coach I can remember.

Seattle Seahawks (-6.5) at San Francisco 49ers

The Seahawks continued there whole “now the defense is good, but the offense is kind of blah” thing last week in a 20-9 win over the Rams, and I see no reason to think things will change. The Niners finally got All-Pro TE George Kittle back from injury, but then immediately lost studly rookie WR Brandon Aiyuk. The injury gods have really had it in for them this season. Despite the brutal injury luck, San Fran has remained competitive all season, and I say they keep this one within a TD.

New Orleans Saints (-6) at Carolina Panthers

The Saints won’t have RBs Alvin Kamara, Latavius Murray, Dwayne Washington, or their fullback Michael Burton. They’ll also be without WR Michael Thomas once again. If I were Saints Head Coach Sean Payton, I’d start Taysom Hill at QB for this game so that he can use his legs to augment the severely diminished run-game, and also to give Drew Brees’ ribs more time to heal. I’d also be an insufferable dickhead. Well, more of one. Okay, I’d be the same, I’d just be addicted to pain pills. More addicted, I mean. I’m Sean Payton.

Tennessee Titans (-7) at Houston Texans

DeShaun Watson has been absurdly good this season, despite the total shitshow around him. He leads the league in Yards Per Attempt while also being third in the league in Completion Percentage at 70.1%. He’s not dinking and dunking his way to his eye-popping numbers. You’d think having a franchise QB in place would make this a primo job opening for potential head coaching candidates, but between the lack of high-end future draft picks and general ownership/executive ineptitude, it’s gotta give a desirable candidate pause. Yikes. Clearly, Houston should trade DeShaun Watson to New England.

SNF: Washington Football Team (-3.5) at Philadelphia Eagles

The Eagles have nothing to play for and a bunch of key players are skipping tonight’s game. Among them are TE Dallas Goedert and RB Miles Sanders, which is going to make things extra tough for QB Jalen Hurts against Washington’s exceptionally nasty defense. The Football Team also has major injury questions, as QB Alex Smith, RB Antonio Gibson, and WR Terry McLaurin are all listed as Questionable. As of this writing, it looks like all three of them are going to play, but I have no clue how effective they’ll be. All of this uncertainty does not make for confident betting, imo.

Last Week’s Record: 4-7-1

Season Record: 99-112-8

#Sports!#Football #NFL #Gambling

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quonit-aceattorney · 7 years ago

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2.4 Reaction

Rules:

Q = Me, Quonit.

BF = Bardic Feline, the friend that made me spend 30 dollars on the game and whom I am messaging

I don’t use those when I send the messages close enough my username doesn’t appear.

Any typos (unless they are funny and part of the conversation) will be fixed.

x Notes x

This case is why i bought the game. I comment on it a lot more than the others so it is much longer.

Index

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:moments after completing 2.3:

Q: I CAN PLAY FARWELL MY TURNABOUT NOW

Q: dammit you're probably asleep

what is this

who is me

nobody cut the moon in half that's silly

where is the murder

where is Juan

WHERE IS EDGY

Q: hi powers!

BF: hahaha no I'm awake

Q: yay!

I am very excited

hi pearl!!!

BF: and you've actually already seen Juan, he just hasn't been named as such

Q: ???

what???

well ill have to figure it out

BF: I'll give you a hint: he was one of the dude's on stage

BF: one of the competing hero guys

Q: interesting!

I'm not old I just have a different taste.

BF: hahah it's not hard the game is about to tell you anyway

Q: pearly why :(

alright!

BF: PEARL THE MERCILESS

Q: SHE IS!!!

AND I AM RAISING HER APPARENTLY!!!

bright red guitar... Juan!

BF: hahah WELL SOMEONE HAS TO, HER MOM IS IN JAIL AND HER DAD NOWHERE IN SIGHT

and yep

Q: :D wait no he's gonna die :(

BF: SADLY, YES

the ceremony was the closest you come to actually seeing him alive during the game! Not counting flashback shots.

Q: AND I WILL DRAW HIM NOT NOT HIS FORM THE LADYVERSE

Juan x Sha is weird Like Juan is a character that does nothing in a lawyer game that Zarla got attached to. Years later, due to an accidental pallet share of two jerks one form lawyer game and one from some weird zombie game, she decided to add Juan. THEN you were interested in him and Zarla drew him a bit more, THEN YOU ADOPTED THIS VERSION OF HIM. NEXT WE HAVE TO GO INTO THE HISTORY BEHIND SHA. This time he's an original character that you for some reason decided "Hey! I like this character, and I like the curedverse, he'd do good in there sense he already has one scar!" and because you were already attached to this weird Juan person, you decided to have them both know eachother. AND THEN YOU SHIPPED IT AND WROTE FANFICTION THIS SHIP IS WEIRD

i wonder if Powers and Gumshoe would get along

matt!!!

MATT

I FORGOT OTHERS ARE HERE TOO

Q: THERE WILL BE MATT, THAT ONE BROWN HAIRED GIRL, AND BLOND ANGIE

FRICK

BF: hahahaha THAT'S....LEAVING SOME DETAILS OUT BUT YES, IT IS A WEIRD SHIP WITH A WEIRD HISTORY

Q: With details it makes it weirder

BF: Actually, Sha's involvement is even weirder than all of that

Q: i wanna hear more! I've only done a little research on Sha so I don't know much... Fire mage OC. At one point you thought about why people default to male so you contemplated Sha's gender. That is all I know.

white scarf red guitar I like Juan :(

BF: Okay, so there's a DIFFERENT fic I did in the earlier days of Lady Fandom that's basically...they characters become aware they are characters in a story and end up in a place full of characters from OTHER stories who are ALSO aware of their own fictional nature (and it actually allows Hunter and Smoker to bond more in the end)

Q: and so matt killed him

I THINK I READ THAT. They went to some bar and it was Zarla's mind and there were all of her OC's (or adopted characters) and a DDR machine.

BF: During the course of the night, Smoker has a conversation with a handful of my OCs, one of who happens to be Sha and they strike up an odd friendship. and yes, DDR

Q: :O I need to read that again.

Also Matt sucks

BF: ANYWAY, one of the rules of the metaworld is that characters in it can pop in an out of other universes, but a lot of times visiting another place means getting forced into its narratives and being forced to conform to its rules.

Q: I wonder what your metaworld looks like...

I wanted to like him (Matt) at least a little bit but then I thought back to the few comics I saw and he sucks Zarla made an AU where they date and it's terrible for Juan and now I hate it more >:(

BF: So if you have magic in your own universe and go visit a place that doesn't have it, you know longer have magic while you are THERE

Q: huh!

BF: Awwwww

POISONED THE MATT WELL EARLY

Q: IM GOING TO TRY AND LIKE HIM

BF: this is going to be interesting

Q: and that is why i decided to show my reaction

time to flash my badge at everyone before i go to the hallway

alright now to the hallway

BF: ANYWAY, so I started (but never got far into) a scenario where Sha and his friends decide to pop in on Hunter and Smoker just to see what their world is actually LIKE for some reason and they basically get sucked into the zombie apocalypse and all three end up infected

Q: very interesting

do you have drafts for that fanfic still haha

BF: here’s where it gets weird. in that little scenario, I imagine them getting out or getting rescued or something and being majorly shaken up by the experience...

Q: huh... I would read this!

I wanna continue but I know if I do time will move and Juan will die

Dangit

i have no choice now

BF: but then I went on to do a thing (only the first part) where a team of Assholes (Griffin, Sparkles, Mousey and...because I needed to fill out the team and he was available...I wasn't that interested in him yet...Juan) find zombie Sha where he'd holed up

Q: ORIGINAL PLANS

BF: (basically one of his teammates locked him in a room when he felt himself starting to turn as a last ditch attempt to protect him. it...failed.)

Q: Game stuff: Dangit the ceremony is starting and Juan is gonna get killed

Q: POOR JUAN

Q: POOR JUAN SERIOUSLY I MISS HIM ALREADY

BF: So TEAM ASSHOLE finds Witch Sha and through sheer luck they manage to capture him alive instead of killing him or being killed

Q: THANKFULLY AFTER THIS IS OVER I CAN HOPEFULLY READ ABOUT AN AU WHERE HE LIVES

THAT ISN'T FULL OF EMOTIONAL ABUSE

RIGHT???

RIGHT????

I think I remember something about that... not sure where I read it but I remember that!

BF: and they decide to put him on a leash and take him with them because Male Witch, that's weird, maybe some medical examiner will be interested in this or something right

BF: I didn't write past them leashing him up and taking him away BUT fast forward and Zarla started the Cured AU

Q: I remember them arguing about it or something... but I remember thinking this:

"Juan meet your new boyfriend"

I don't remember seeing past that in the fan fic. Where the heck did i see it?

BF: And I basically ALREADY had Sha lined up as a witch at that point, so it was easy enough to just jump forward to him being a Cured.

Q: ...I should go to the hotel lobby…

...BUT I DON'T WANT TO!!!

interesting!

BF: hahaha.

Q: help me go to the hotel lobby

...BUT I DON'T WANT TO!!!

interesting!

BF: hahaha.

Q: help me go to the hotel lobby

BF: DID YOU EXAMINE EVERYTHING IN THE HALLWAY WHILE YOU COULD

Q: i can't press A I feel too bad

BF: YOU HAVE TO PROGRESS

Q: NO I DIDN'T ILL GO DO IT NOW

BF: YOU MUST

Q: NO I MUST EXAMINE EVERYTHING IN THE HALLWAY

BF: Hehehe

all the flowers in front of Juan's door

Q: dangit I already have everything in here

ya... It's like they know his funeral is coming

Q: the Japanese text, going by Google translation of it, suggested that some of the flowers were from SIBLINGS of his

Q: NO

SO MANY PEOPLE LOVE HIM

I CAN'T KILL HIM

BF: the English translation just says Family, but the Japanese suggested he has siblings we never get to meet

I LIKED TO IMAGINE HIM WITH A BUNCH OF SISTERS

Q: I THOUGHT I WANTED TO PLAY THIS BUT I DON'T

I DON'T WANNA KILL JUAN

BF: YOU MUST IF YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT EVERYONE

Q: ...I guess i have too...

Q: but-but I like Juan mroe than everyone else!!!

BF: it's an interesting plot!

Q: alright imma go

im going

Q: dammit

I PRESSED A I AM SCARED

BF: You can do iiiiit

Q: Juan please

please don't make me feel too guilty...

SHIT HE'S ALREADY DEAD???

BF: hahah that said, when you get through, the closest thing we have to happy Juan stuff right now is some stuff I did for Alt 2-4 future settings

and the Frozen AU.

Q: I wanna read those instead :(

BF: Juan is comparatively better off in the Frozen AU.

Q: Juan is dead...

he is dead :(

BF: Now if you want one that will TEAR YOUR HEART OUT AND STOMP ON IT, read Somebody That I Used to Know

Q: D:

BF: but only after this case hahah

it's like a perspective change on the events of this case.

Q: Soon i will unlock what I bought this game for

and i don't even know if I want to

oldbag what are you doing here

BF: YOU MUST. YOU HAVE TO

being awesome!

Q: FINE

hahaaha

BF: She's a Juan fan, that'makes her great

Q: oh okay i like her now

hey um what happened to Juan can I like break in and yell at Matt even though im still not 100% sure he did it

I mean he's terrible from what I've seen and heard from both stupid comics and this game so

PLEAD THE FIFTH

OH I FORGOT ABOUT EDGY

DO I GET TO SEE HIM

whatever i wanna punch matt

Q: phoenix you're a lawyer sense when have the questionings ever been useful to you? Fuck the police! Let's go find Matt and punch him!

BF: EDGEWORTH WILL APPEAR

Q: YES

Q: THE NAMETAG SAID BELLBOY AND I THOUGHT THE OTHER ONE RETURNED

but... who would call her?

WHO IS SPEAKING IN CAPS

LOTTA HI

HI GUMMY

BF: hahahaaha yep she's back!

Q: I like these two

BF: and you can't have a case without Gumshoe!

Q: no you can't!!!

He feels distant this second game... THIS WILL CHANGE SOON

WELL YA HE'S MATT

LET'S TALK ABOUT JUAN

what is that picture

what

BF: Fun fact: in the stage play version of this case (which, sadly, did not get an official translation anywhere because it actually gives Juan some lines and it makes him into the MOST ADORABLE DORK YOU HAVE EVER SEEN), and the anime version of this case both give Lotta's role to LARRY

Q: Do you recommend the anime???

MATT SUCKS

THAT PICTURE MAKES HIM LOOK NOT AS EVIL AS HE IS

BF: It has it's good points and it's bad.

Q: alright, I was wondering if at one point I should try watching some of it

BF: the art can be wonky as hell at points, and it feels oddly fast paced because it tries to cram all of the first and second games into one 24 episode season

Q: ??? why would they make it 24 minuets!! That was a bad choice.

BF: 1-5 and 2-1 don't get adapted at ALL (which kind of make sense but)

24 EPISODES

Q: WHAT

this is a weird anime

they should try again but better

BF: HOWEVER they add a whole flashback episode between 1-4 and 2-2 showing Edgey, Pheonix, and Larry as little kids

Q: :O I WANNA WATCH IT

Q: they ramp up the subtext between Phoenix and Edgeworth quite a bit

and they make the silly court dramatics even more over the top

Q: I might enjoy that..

yessss

maybe at one point I'll look at it, it sounds like something I may find funny.

BF: and they did a lot to reduce the parts of 2-3 that people didn't like. (they cut out nearly all of the stuff with people chasing Regina for instance)

Q: Dangit the episodes should've been longer

BF: and they put more emphasis on how the whole circus gang ultimately comes together in the end in spite of their differences.

Q: dangit. Well hopefully it's nice enough.../

BF: More emphasis on Regina realizing that she'd done something wrong and hurt someone, even if it had been an accident

and it kept the fun parts, like Phoenix having to fight a monkey to get his badge back hahah

Q: Gumshoe we're not rivals we're friends

right?

BF: heheh oh Gumshoe

Q: The anime does sound like something I'd enjoy, I'll check it out at some point

BF: SO ULTIMATELY I LIKED THE ANIME BUT IT HAD IT'S ISSUES AND IT WAS WEIRDLY PACED

Q: ALRIGHT

I should record my live reaction to that too haha

BF: on the other hand, it confirmed, after all of these years, the color of Juan's jacket

Q: It's still probably wishful thinking but I still think that one of them saw maybe a snippet of one of Zarla's comics and maybe even just subconsciously used that to make the decision that it was the exact same shade of blue.

WHATEVER

Q: aww man gumshoe do you need some money to buy some fruit maybe

Q: How do I progress I'm stuck with gumshoe, talked about him with everything, and showed him everything

nowhere else has updated

KIWI

Q: Dangit i wanna progress

Q: oh hey a conversation topic i missed

MATT WAS ARRESTED FOR EXISTING OF COURSE

BF: hahaha of course.

BF: hahaaahaha

Q: I DON'T WANNA DEFEND MATT

DANGIT HOW TO I PROGRESS

hey the lobby updated!

I'll defend Matt if there is somebody worse like a serial killer around

Q: why is the radio person >:(

who

crap mything is beeping

ya im here... what do you want from me...

WHO KILLED MAYA

Q: OH MY GOD THERE IS A SERIAL KILLER HERE

HAHAHAHA

BF: MAYA ISN'T DEAD hahahah

Q: OH MY GOD

i know but

THERE IS A SERIAL KILLER HAAHAHAHA

BF: also this game seriously misuses the term 'serial killer"

lololol no this guy is an ASSASSIN, there's a difference. XD

Q: OH MY GOD

WHAT THE HECK

Q: I SAID I WOULD ONLY DEFEND MATT IF THERE WAS SOMEBODY LIKE A SERIAL KILLER AROUND

OH MY GOD HAHAHAHA

WELL MATT YOU'RE WITH ME NOW

BF: (I say it misuses the term cause they kept calling Joe Dark in 1-5 a serial killer...but he was more like a spree killer. If you use a really liberal definition of THAT word.)

YOU GOTTA SAVE MAYA

Poor Phoenix

Q: (True, i was misusing it)

NO I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT THE PERSON WOULD APPEAR I JUST SAID IF THERE WAS A MURDERER AROUND THAT WASN'T HIM I WOULD DEFEND HIM AND THERE IS AND IT'S SO FUNNY

but ya... Pheonix is having a bad time...

Q: i think this is just so funny

HOW DID I GUESS

de killer isn't a name it's a title.

Q: PHOENIX I HAD A DEAL THAT IS ANOTHER KILLER WAS AROUND I WOULD PROVE MATT INNOCENT, AND BY SOME UNSPEAKABLE CHANCE THERE WAS SOMEBODY. MATT IS INNOCENT.

hey we're not at the perspective is Phoenix

this is weird

oh so the bulter is the person who did it

BF: hahaha IT'S ALWAYS THE BUTLER ISN'T IT

Well, nothing else for it, you gotta defend Matt!

Q: I DIDN'T EVEN THINK OF THAT JOKE

I am still shocked

BF: hahaha isn't this case great already?

Q: IT IS

BF: it gets you from the very start!

Q: Juan is dead :(

it does i love it

BF: POOR JUAN

Q: poor Juan indeed... but ZARLA ADOPTED HIM SO EVERYTHING IS OKAY

Q: SOMETIMES

oh my god

MATT WHAT THE HELL

Well uh hi I'm Phoenix and for some reason you look a bit too innocent.

nope I don't like him

Q: you know what I'll like him

for somebody's sake I'm not sure who's but it isn't Maya's

Q: matt probably can think and if he can he thinks evil thoughts

Q: baby powder that's it

I was trying to figure out what he reminded me of

Me: :shows picture of Juan: Matt: Man, too bad he's dead TOO BAD GEEZ WELL I GUESS THAT'S TOO BAD THAT HE DIED WELL I GUESS IM FIND NOW HOOPDEEDOO

Matt: So apparently that warrant does exist after all Phoenix: Ladies and gentlemen I think we may be making some progress here! Phoenix is my favorite character not only because I'm allowed to project myself onto him but because half of the time I don't need to

Matt: Don't let some disemboweled voice boss you around Yes tell me more about this because you believe so strongly I shouldn’t

I can't believe this is the same matt

nooo don't gooo

I don't know if I hate the matt I saw from the comics or this matt more eh they'll collide eventually I know it

Q: Mr. Juan

dangit

Q: crap ya you're right you're both 21

Q: :D

YA THE MAGIC ROCK

he is innocent! INTERESTING

BF: THE PLOT THICKENS

Q: BUT

BF: hahaha I love the line about disembodied voices

coming from the guy who's constantly calling someone or another for advice

Q: UH HUH PLEASE TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T LISTEN SENSE YOU THINK SO STRONGLY NOT TO

Q: wait frick I am projecting onto phoenix

oh well :/

oh ya i forgot about save points

Q: FINALLY WE TELL PEARL THAT WE AREN'T DATING

BF: hahaaha

I DO LIKE HOW SARCASTIC NICK CAN BE

Pearl: nick! stop it! don't hide your feelings from me!

Fine Pearl I’m gay

(sorry crackship I think it's fun)

yaaay that should continue MORE SARCASTIC NICK

too the hotel!! I remember this date it wasn't even that long ago...

SHE IS FAN OF JUAN IM ON HER SIDE NOW

Q: Phoenix Juan is good!!!

Q: It's an hour past when I should sleep but I have no reason to today

but should I stay up

Q: wow 4 locks a new record

Q: Lotta help me!!!

why i thought you liked me lotta

finally a pun with Lotta's name. I was waiting for that.

Q: Oh come on Lotta!!! Everybody please stop lying to me!!! Why is Matt the best one here???

HEY I CAN GO INTO THE HOTEL ROOMS NOW

I need to sleep...

but I wanna snoop though people's stuff...

flipping a coin one moment

BF: hahahaaha

Q: heads is play tails is sleep

where is a coin

BF: THE ROOMS WILL STILL BE THERE IN THE MORNING

Q: BUT- BUT I WANNA PLAY NOW MOOOOM

I hid my wallet somewhere and I can't find it

BF: uh oh

Q: this is bad

BF: where do you remember last having it?

Q: I remember hiding it somewhere in the desk

Q: but this is a big denk

BF: hmmm

but it's got to be in their S

OMEWHERE

Q: Somebody might've stolen it though

they're in this house but dammit

BF: So you can start by checking the most obvious drawers and stuff, like the ones you'd open first without even thinking

Also you can go through and straighten stuff up

Q: cleaning gets you to find stuff

BF: exactly!

Q: I really wanted to find my wallet but I found a penny so I flipped it and it said tails and I am upset.

BF: awwwww

Q: Case is interesting, I'm sad he died, I think Matt is fake and he actually is evil, Maya is fine, Peal needs better parents, Lotta finally gets a name pun, Gumshoe is suspicious and I DON'T WANNA FIGHT EDGY IN COURT BECAUSE IF i WIN THEN HE'LL HATE ME FOREVER BUT I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF HE'LL BE THE PROSECUTION ER BUT HE PROBABLY IS AND I'M SCARED I JUST WANNA BE FRIENDS

Q: I'll drop the game but I'm talking to you till I can get the other stuff I need done done.

Q: The anime sounds like something I'd probably like. Sure flaws and weird poses but I make fun of the poses and all of the other stuff sounds great

My biggest problem sounds like the timing... but I can probably live with that if I find it funny enough

Q: i didnt say much cool now I can sleep. Also hope house is good. This case's summery is "The plot thickens."

BF: haha okay

Q: Yesterday I thought "okay even if Matt didn't kill Juan this guy doesn't feel like the person who would constantly argue with him"

Oh hey I can go to the detention center again

Matt for you I will let just sign and ask what you we

Q: You want. I don't like you but I'm game I don't have a reason to hate you get

YET

Q: Well I don't have anything else to say to him so whatever. More looking.

Q: Oh ya I can look in the rooms!!!

BF: yessss

Go snoop in the roooms do it

Q: Look at all of the bears... His family must be liked him a lot :(

Hi gumshoe. I'm mad at you right now.

BF: Family, fans...

Q: Poor phoenix... Thanks gumshoe for asking

Q: I wanna give him a teddy bear!

Thank you gumshoe!!!!!

Pearl gotta map!

Don't worry pearl I'll read it for you

Dead Juan picture :( I want a picture of alive Juan

Q: I feel really bad for this juan... I hope one of the characters does too

Matt was set up, as much as I hate to admit it

Q: ya well if Franz tried to hurt you gumshoe I will kill her... But sadly I can't

Gumshoe: listen here pearl. Never pick up a whip, OK? Don't even think about it

Best advice in the game

Q: Awww well what kind of stuffed animal should I given Juan if he doesn't actually like teddy bears?

BF: lol, honestly, given how many he has and how cluttered his room is right then, i'm willing to believe that teddy tumbled into the waste basket by mistake

how many he HAS bleh

Q: I thought that may be the case too

Crap Franz is here

Well gumshoe I think I found all I need to and I really don't want you to be caught by Franz

Q: I still have Matt's room to search but now I am scared Franz is a there

Q: IT'S BLOND ANGIE

BF: Hai Adrian

Q: Well ANGIE is brown haired Adrian because ANGIE came second

"Why do you call Adrian blond angie" because that is what I first thought when I saw a drawing of her

Haha I like Adrian

Q: HEY stop right there Adrian pearl wanted to come!

Phasing for lunch

Q: YES Pearl watch Juan's show instead

Q: aww

Phoenix: Yeah, I would love to go back in time and relieve a few of the good things... *chuckle* I'm sorry Phoenix what do you mean by that

hey looks like Will knows Adrian!

Pearl you should help this love story you like those right

Q: Matt can you tell me something about your manager

no? How dare you.

Q: hi gumshoe i haven't talked again with you for a but so

So apparently Adrian is really popular No wonder Zarla decided to make her love interest a woman

Q: Going in Juan's room just makes me sad... look at all of the bears... :(

BF: Oh that’s not the only reason she’s almost exclusively shipped with ladies

By the majority of the fandom haha

Q: Interesting, I hope I'll be able to find it when it appears

Q: yess i found a new conversation topic, and it's on Adrian!

Q: I don't think they're dating because Juan is dead

Hey Adrien so they're saying you were dating Juan but he's dead so

pfft no responce okay

HEY LOTTA

HEY GUMSHOE

I bet Juan named all of the bears tbh

wonder if matt will say anything to it

hey he will!

alright well that was fun time to go and figure out what else to do

Q: don't think i can get any of the locks yet but i could try :/ i'll fail though

Q: wait I think the Adrian gossip could have something to do with it!!!

she did say she wanted to do something with taking photos of celebrities

I broke a lock!!! I wonder if I can get the other!

all I have is a newspaper clipping :/ I don't think i have enough info yet but at least I saved before!

hey I did it!!!

Q: now that I did something a room might've updated

Q: I know matt's hiding something and I'm mad

i know I can't but I wonder if I can break any other locks

Q: nope alright Phoenix let's go

Q: dangit im stuck

Q: might as well mourn for Juan while I am

FRICK I EXAMINED SOMETHING AND FRANZ IS COMING

RUN PEARL RUN

WE'RE LEAVING NOW

CRAP

GUYS NO

YOU SHOULD'VE RAN

NOOOOO

I'LL CALL THE COPS ON YOUR FOR HURTING US WITH THE WHIP

YOU'RE DAD IS SHIT AND YOU'RE LAST NAME SOUNDS DUMB

I will treasure this autograph forever ...but I think I'm supposed to use this to get oldbag to talk... :( I don't wanna give it up though

Oldbag's name is Wendy! Dammit! I have no choice >:(

Q:HAVE YOU'RE DAMN AUTOGRAPH FROM JUAN BACK. BUT ONLY IN EXCHANGE FOR INFO

THEY'RE ALL GONE IN AN INSTANT :D

YESSSS

goodbye atougraph

Q: oh one more

nvm

Q: I knew matt was evil!

BF: hahaha

Q: BUT HE IS

MATT I HOPE I CAN STILL GO VISIT YOU SO I CAN KEEP STARING AT YOU ANGRILY

STOP SMILING IM MAD AT YOU

there isn't anything here anyways may just talk to the more likable characters

Q: well i can visit the police station...

I feel really bad for gumshoe :(

Q: hi gummy im really sorry about Franz do you mind if i go to punch her in the face?

BF: I think Matt is hilarious, personally

and poor Gumshoe!

Q: he's gonna pull a knife on me i know it

Franz you cant win please stop torturing my friend

again Matt was set up

BF: oh definitely

Q: Maybe somebody dressed as him or something I dunno that's happened before

HEY

WAS THAT WOMAN BY ANY CHANCE JUAN'S WIFE

Q: no? WELL IT'S THE BROWN HAIRED GIRL HEY I KNOW HER

WHY DOES SHE ALSO HAVE TO BE DEAD

YA I WANNA LEARN MORE ABOUT HER

oh go away Franz

FRANZ NO

WHO SAID THAT

EDGY

OH MY GOD

EDGY I MISSED YOU SO MUCH

EDGY YOU'RE BACK!!!

Q: HE'S DOWNTALKING FRANZ THIS IS THE BEST

EDGY!!!

AND HE ISN'T MAD AT ME!!!

Q: PHOENIX YOU WERE ANGRY ABOUT HIM BECAUSE YOU WERE SAD ABOUT HIM AND HE SAID THAT YOU'RE HATRED IS ONE SIDED AND HE'S BEING NICE PHOENIX THIS IS THE BEST

:DDDD

PHOENIX STOP BEING MEAN >:(

BF: To be fair, he is under a ton of stress right now haha

Q: ya. Poor Phoenix, angry and try

Q: D: Nooo Adrian tried suicide

BF: yep. and this, by the way, ties directly into why she's pretty much universally viewed as a lesbian

Q: alright so that is why the fandom thinks she is a lesbian and why zarla ships her with that person

ALRIGHT

BF: SHE WAS VERY VERY VERY DEVOTED TO CELESTE

Q: noooo Adrian

BF: Zarla also ships her with Franziska, which is hands down the most popular ship for either of them hahah

but yeah...POOR ADRIAN

Q: what hahahaha alright I can see that as a funny ship

Q: EVERYBODY IS SO DEPRESSED IN THIS GAME

BF: and while it's partially his fault, POOR JUAN. I mean yeah he screwed up, he screwed up BAD.

but he was 19 years old and he was the one to FIND THE BODY

Q: DANGIT WHY IS EVERYBODY SO SAD

BF: IT GETS EVEN MORE MESSED UP. you'll seeeee

Q: "POOR PHOENIX", "POOR GUMSHOE", "POOR ADRIAN", "POOR JUAN", POOR EVERYBODY

yaaay i can't wait this case is very interesting

dang I wonder where to go next

I should probably go to adrian

Q: OH PLEASE DON'T TALK TO FRANZ PLEASE BE ON MY SIDE PLEASE I WANNA GIVE YOU A HUG

so they interacted this gives a little more of a reason to ship it

>:( EVIL DON'T PUT THAT THING IN GUMMY

Q: pffft shipping those two alright

i'll try to talk to her before presenting that I know about her attempted suiside

nvm

wonder if i can unlock the thing

BF: I THINK you should have enough to do it...I think. have you talked to Will?

and Lotta?

I know you've talked to Oldbag

Q: I have talked to will

though not recently i probably should

nah ill try to unlock it

BF: just check to make sure you have everything from him

OKAY

Q: fine

BF: I think you should be good

Q: OKAY

YAY

Q: didn't start it yet I'll go ask will

ya i already have averything from him

WHATEVER HEY ADRIAN

Q: frick im stuck hmm

BF: hahaha One detail I love is that there was a vague implication I picked up from Will that he and Juan were on good terms with each other

Q: huh!

Q: ADRIAN I FEEL BAD FOR YOU I WANNA GIVE YOU A HUG BUT I NEED TO COMPLETE THE LOCK THING FIRST

Q: i wiiiin

I like her though I don't wanna say she is the killer

oh ya pearl was listening to all of that

no wonderPhoenix brings her to fun places all of the time!!!

No Miss I wanna give you a hug I think you are great

Q: and I don't wanna be the reason you die!!!

goodbye adrian...

hey the hallway reset!

Q: HI ASSASSIN WHAT DO YOU WANT

BF: TO SAY SOMETHING OMINOUS.

Q: YES

I'm writing that down

Q: oh so the card is the assassin's card okay

Dammit Adrian!

Q: oh boy I escaped

hahaha oh my god i feel so bad for phoenix already

save point!

Q: Hi matt...

I'm sorry about being mad at you i don't think you did it anymore... well, I didn't really in the first place. I felt like you were resposible though, and even if you weren't, you're terrible anyways If you do anything though I will revert back to my pervious opinion for not have a pat on the head

Phoenix uh the assasin is calling you

Q: pfft hahahaha

I THINK THE ASSASIN IS FRAMING MATT

wait where is the prosicution

WHAT

SOMEBODY SHOT FRANZ

I AM ANGRY AND I AM SHOCKED

WHY AM I ANGRY SOMEBODY SHOT HER

ASSASSIN WHAT THE HELL

hiiii eeedggyyyyyyy before you ask i didn't do it

Q: GUMSHOE YOU'RE FREE NOW

OH MY GOD THERE IS NO WHIP WE'RE FREE FREEEEE

edgy is great'

hey the guitar case had something to do with it

I don't know what yet but it has

With Franz gone i feel like a weight i had no idea was there has been lifted Assassin, you get a pass at the moment.

Q: ya no if anybody in this entire game is gay with the game full on actually agreeing and making a few jokes out of it it's Adrian

Q: i think that something is wrong and that it's the assassin's fault

why does matt have hair over half of his face anyways he looks suspicious

Q: IM FINDING EVERY REASON TO HATE HIM BUT FOR NOW HE IS FINE I GUESS

Q: Still bothered that the matt im talking too doesn't seem like somebody who would fight with everyone

Q: Ya Phoenix that's what matt told you, that he didn't see Juan as a rival

like i beleive him

Q: oh ya i forgot to say what i was doing

Q: "Alright so I've learnt this a few times"

"When you don't know something about the evidence ask that peice of evidence" it works very well for some reason

Q: dang then I better save before the evidence tab pops up!

Q: Wait Juan was killed by... wait gumshoe said something about the scarf on his neck. It has to do with that.. was there blood on the scarf? Was there any blood on it? Why was another knife stuck in his chest later? Was that knife this knife?

what the hell is up with the wineglass of tomato juice?

Q: Why would Adrian drink tomato juice out of a wineglass if Juan is the one who loves the color red

Q: >:( Then why didn't you wonder if Adrian was the killer!

Q: dangit why oldbag

oh my god she kept the nickname edgey-boy

EDGY REALLY DOESN'T LIKE HER IT SEEMS HAHA

I am reminded of that picture I drew

Q: all you two have in common is the appearance for the most part and the same first name (well ladyverse Juan is Rivera which is Ace Attorney Juan's last name in a different translation I'm pretty sure so also kinda last name but it's not like they'd know that) as well as a red guitar and an interest in music... and a friend that looks like Angie/Adrian and like 6 other things but it's a coincidence

DOODLES

BF: hhahahahaah JUST LET IT GO MR. JUAN

Q: I feel smart

Probably just me being scared for life by Franz "I'm suspicious about Matt's face" "BUT THAT'S WHAT SHE WANTS ME TO THINK IT MUST BE HIS CLOTHES"

Q: oldbag stay behind the thing what happened

Q: ya but didn't Matt not know about that show afterwards

Q: wait but he didn't stab juan

what

ASK THE KNIFE

HEY IT WORKED

Q: ya but it doesn't make sense

why would he bring the knife if he didn't wanna kill him???

Q: To frame Matt!!!

Matt the rope is getting thicker but don't get your hopes up

Q: the autograph? Juan? Adrian???

Adrian!

Q: Ya but it'd seem reasonable is Adrian started talking with Juan after the brown haired girl (I forgot her name I'll call her R for now) died because he knew her. Then gossip spread.

This case is probably darker than that

...but i can't talk about her attempted suicide... Adrian :<

Q: ...Lotta knows!

I could probably do something with that... I really wanna help Adrian

Q: I knew oldbag stole the camera >:(

Q: um

sorry oldbag but i really wanna find Lotta's camera. Lotta visits me more and... she's just been the better friend. I hope you understand, right?

I knew it >:D

Q: ...who's room is the guy dressed at nickle samurai coming out of?

When did Matt say that???

Q: ...hmmm...

wait there is something wrong with it how dare the text block it

Q: And sadly, Adrian is small

why are we calling her the killer!!! D:

Mia: He's just letting the trial run itself -- as if he's only along for the ride that's because he is

Phoenix he wants to see you succeed and to prove a point! Phoenix needs a hug

it's adrian... :(

Q: ...She did though...

...I'm sorry Adrian...

Don't worry Maya escaped Phoenix dangit

I wanna say wait im sorry Phoenix...

...dangit...

you know nobodyw ould care anyways if he did raise an objection

Edgy objected for me?? But you know nothing about her kidnapping!

Q: Phoenix is having a tough time I'm happy that Edgy is being nice to him

save point!

Q: Adrian I am sorry

Q: It won't be alright phoenix Adrian...

What if she dies??? D:

Q: how did the judge get his job

Q: but i don't wanna attack herrrr

"What if you think Angie is two people how come you never considered Adrian" They don't have the same glasses

Q: Adrian what about the guitar

did you think anything of that

Adrian im talking to talk to you in code

but what about the guitar

Q: i wanna know what happened to it

Q: ya but if you didn't wanna drink it then why did you get it in the first place

If you were shocked then how did you set it down before it existed

Q: Adrian please don't be upset

hey something about the guitar! What the heck happened to it!

hey I can talk about the guitar case!

Q: i wanna know what happened to the guitar!

ya but WHY was it empty?

why did you open it though? I know you don't know but why

Q: ...wait didn't somebody say earlier only Juan's figerprints were on it?

Dammit I really don't wanna keep saying you're lying Adrian

then if you were wearing gloves

then it'd prove you were the person in the picture!

Q: wait you weren't wearing gloves

SO EITHER you were the person in the picture, or you didn't have gloves and that wineglass was yours and you did tip over the vase!

Q: what else could be in the guitar?

case

Q: what if Juan opened it

probably not but somebody did stab him "after he was dead"

BF: hahah what could have been inside the guitar case? Well, we know it wasn't the GUITAR

Q: ahhh i don't knooowwwww and I can't save either

i pressed the wrong thing!

wait what

it's working???

Q: what is it a photo of???

what???

HUH WHAT OKAY

Q: what is it a photo of?

Q: It's of the pic off steel samurai show and Phoenix is saying the costume is in there and I am very shocked because I don't know what happened

ya but if she was wearing it while leaving then why was her in the costume shown going there

BF: hahaha well...okay I'm going to assume you have the photo of SOMEONE leaving Juan's room wearing Matt's costume Q: ya and i don;t like the idea of it being my frien BF: and that I'm not sure of. there's more than one problem with this case's timeline that I've seen because I've overanalyzed it to death BF: But right now you are going with the logic that it is HER in the costume leaving the room Q: huh! So there is a continuity error??? it being a spare would make sense... BF: mostly in the thing you just said...how did someone not notice her going into his room without the costume and leave wearing it Q: ah. Dangit i trusted this case BF: but that doesn't matter for the sake of your argument...the thing you need to prove is that it was HER in that cotume, and not Matt. Q: dangit but I like her more than matt! BF: Do it for Maya!

Q: but she's already escaped!

BF: she's not as free as you seem to think she is

Q: ya i know but

That looked like a basement so she must be in the same house i bet

BF: she's still locked in, that's all

Q: ah.

BF: OKAY but Adrian...and yes, the game is very much playing with your feelings...the key thing you need to keep in mind is that Adrian is TINY

Q: ALRIGHT

BF: she's like...5 foot four inches to Matt's almost 6 feet

Q: Wonder if there are canon heights posed for everybody somewhere

BF: if you keep THAT in mind...her HEIGHT...you should be able to spot the thing in the photo that proves it can't possibly be Matt in the costume

BF: and you can check it against the Nickle Samurai poster to see the contradiction

Q: Well I said earlier that the pants seemed much too long so it must be somebody small (Adrian)

BF: ding ding ding! you got it!

Q: yaaaay

Q: D: I feel bad for Juan

BF: and yeah, there actually are official heights for nearly everyone. The Fan wiki for the game has everyone's heights (everyone who was given one) on their respective character pages

and I know right? :<

So that's how we know for sure that Matt was two inches taller than Juan. XD

Q: he should've won dammit then none of this would've happened

hey is that what happens in one of the AUs where he lives? that'd probably be a spoiler to the case.

pfft that's why Juan's hair is more poofy

BF: hee hee

Ummm...actually, no, I haven't done an AU where Juan wins the Grand Prix, and neither has anyone else, as far as I'm aware.

Q: oh well

BF: But weirdly enough, if Juan has won, that MIGHT have spared him. But I can't say why

Q: alright!

BF: In any case, I'm convinced the whole contest was rigged in Matt's favor, but that's just speculation.

Q: WELL YA

I hope soon i'll understand why Matt is evil

Q: yes but you see JUAN WAS KILLED BY THE SCARF not the knife!!! Why does everybody forget this!!!

BF: hahha poor Adrian just floundering at that point and going but...but the evidence that it was Matt...

Q: but... but Adrian the evidence that it WASN'T matt

BF: (I know you're having to be awful to Adrian, but keep playing...things are FAR from over.)

Q: (alright! I hope that she doesn't die!)

Q: To frame Matt@

M@ is apparently a thing now

BF: HAH

WHY NOT IT'S FUNNY

Q: it's not Adrian though!!!

I HAVE NO CHOICE AT THIS POINT

dangit

Phoenix: MISS ADRIAN ANDREWS, I CHOOSE YOU

haha

quonit

I AM SORRY ADRIAN

SHE'S GONNA START CRYING STOP IT

Q: Dammit Franz you're still hurting me

Edgy I know she didn't do it right now i just wanna prove Matt didn't do it

Q: I always felt like pleading the fifth was like admitting to something. Good job Adrian for making it ambiguous.

but mayaaaa

Edgy you DON'T UNDERSTAND

thank you edgyyyy

Q: Mia he's a good objection buddy that is what he is

Q: just let matt be not guilty but also let me defend her later

Q: that's because she didn't the killer!

Q: also does the lock thing not work in court

Q: alright i can see why Zarla and other people ship it

Mastermind is the person who kidnapped Maya god dammit

BF: You are FAR from done with this trial. >:3

Q: yaaaay

i need to sleep soon though

BF: hahah okaaaay

I am up too late myself hahah

:Next day:

Q: back to this question WELL requesting not guilty would make Adrian wanna testify so that she isn't founded of murder, but if i just made her testify she would give me one anyways.

Q: i flipped a coin and it chose to do the not guilty one so

IM SORRY ADRIAN BUT

EDGY NO SHE TOLD ME NOT TO TELL ANYBODY ABOUT THIS I SHOULD GO BACK AND CHOSE THE OTHER OPTION I FEEL TO GUILTY

i actually stopped the game i was too upset oh my god

now for the other option

this is so much better already

the coin hates me

nvm it's going the same

Q: I WILL HELP YOU ADRIAN I AM SORRY EDGY IS BEING LIKE THIS BUT YOU KNOW I KINDA HAVE TO DO THIS RIGHT NOW I'LL GET YOU A BOX OF COOKIES LATER

Q: alright thank you adrian

Q: but why were there no fingerprints on the case still???

Q: ugh whatever

Q: i wanna know Matt's weaknesses pleaaaseee

Q: well it's good Franz was shot

oh well too bad phoenix

EMPTY SEAT WHAT

poor phoenix D:

Q: Juan what did you do why do you have the assassin's card

WAIT EDGY DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS IT

save point!

Pearl with all of the talk of suicide and things like that please don't say stuff like that it’s really unsettling

HI GUMSHOE!!! Franz is gone :D You can be happy again!!!

ya work for me! Why not :D

Pearl: Even that woman prosecutor was better than that!

Pearl, let me introduce you to a man named Manfred Von Karma, also knows an Vampire the first.

Gumshoe: She almost looked like she was being tortured to death not being able to go to that trial today!

GOOD.

WHY THAT HOTTI CLINIC IT IT BECAUSE THEY ALREADY HAD DRAWINGS FOR IT

Q: I am a lot more upset than I thought I would be when I learnt she was shot so I guess i have a heart and should go visit her. Also i think she wouldn't be allowed to bring a whip to a hospital so

hey edgeworth are you here to say hi too

ha i still don't like this guy

Q: heeeey fraaanzzz imma make fun of you for being shot by my assassin friend

Franz: :whipps ''hottie'': HE DESERVED THAT THOUGH I AM WITH FRANZ ON THIS ONE

Q: What do you mean that kinda thing happens all of the time??? Do you regularly get shot???

I just realized she was shot in the right shoulder just like her dad haha

YES FRANZ WE KNOW YOU TOLD ADRIAN TO PLEAD THE FIFTH

Q: Franz thinks she has to one up me all of the time but really she can stop

Q: SHE'S SUICIDAL DAMMIT FRANZ YOU'RE TERRIBLE

I'm sorry i was mean to your honorary sister but she really is terrible

Q: Hey edgy do you think maybe shelly kidnapped Maya because uh

Q: SO THAT MEANS THE ASSASSIN KILLED JUAN I knew it but I still hate Matt

yaaay we can talk about maya to him

Phoenix: Stop trying to console me Edgeworth! I don't need your pity!

I feel really bad for Phoenix.. so much stress…

I KNEW IT

Q: MATT IS EVIL

WE CAN ASK HIM IF HE HIRED THE ASSASSIN

MATT HIRED THE ASSASSIN TO KILL JUAN BECAUSE JUAN WAS GOING TO REVEAL SOMETHING AND THEN ADRIAN MADE IT LOOK LIKE MATT DID IT AND NOW PEOPLE CAN FIGURE OUT THAT SHELLY DID IT

MATT YOU SUCK

Q: I really, really feel bad for Phoenix... all of this stress and then shock of edgeworth and then just being like "No i need to do my job" and he's mad at edgeworth because he needs to be mad at somebody because of the stress and

Q: hey! What does the assassin have to do with the brown haired girl!

most inaccurate thing in the game: A VSR. What even is that thing? Must be ancient.

hey Maya Matt's show sucks

it's a love Y story that is a blatant rip off of steel samurai that doesn't even include Will Powers in it. Also matt is evil.

dangit assassin go away

Q: To the detention center. Also i hate you Matt.

D: not a message!

he wants me to feed his cat ...the cat's probably innocent…

how do i get to his house though

ah down from the hotel, guess i have to go there

are you saying that i stole Edgy's heart and now you can't take it hahahahaha

i have a damn note let me look

Q: "Would you let this unsophisticated young person collect information?" HAHAHAHA

Q: hmmm i should go feed matt's cat but i wanna look around first

hiiii lottaaaa

Q: the game said that neither of them were there the whole time to maybe it isn't a continuity error?

Q: red-coat's my friend but phoenix is stressed out at the moment so not now

Q: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE OLDBAG

Q: WAIT A SECOND did i just notice a RING on oldbag's finger???

WHAT

Q: Phoenix rivals can be friends but actually one of my firsts ships are rivals who became love interests so you can shut up

Q: well I guess it's time to feed Matt's cat

WHAt IS THIS HOUSE

After we will Matt can I adopt Shoe?

IT'S THE ASSASSIN

Q: HAHAHA SO MATT DIDN'T EVEN ORDER THE ASSASSIN THE ASSASSIN WAS ALREADY HIS BUTLER MAYBE THIS IS THE WEAKNESS JUAN I MISS YOU

Q: wait if Matt has a butler why would he want us to feel him ...to have his assassin butler kill us...

Phoenix: What is it with me feeling inferior today

It's okay phoenix :( have a cookie

HEY

MAYA IS AROUND HERE

D:<

im saving dammit

Q: AH

IT DIDN'T EVEN SHOW THE DARE BUT THE BEAR IS TELLING AT ME

HI ASSASIN WHAT DO YOU WANT

Q: the transceiver isn't broken i bet i just know that the assassin did this on purpose

Q: YOU CAN DO IT GUMSHOE

Q: this is fun i wonder what else is setting it off

THE EARTH IS ROUND BECAUSE OF GRAVITY DAMMIT PHOENIX YOU'RE A MORON

Q: I found it in the bears head!

Q: you can do it gumshoe!

HI EDGEWORTH WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE I'm going to start calling him Miles

Q: The buyer is Matt/assasin because he's evil and so is Shelly

imma go a bit ill be back

Q: back and dangit i can't find the charger

Q: yaaay my bro found it

Q: savepoint!

Q: I was talking with my brother and we decided the anime probably would've worked a lot better if the episodes weren't one entire case but savepoint to savepoint base

...9 isn't that late...

Q: HEY WENDY (sense you don't like being called oldbag) I WANNA CHAT

Q: Pffft fine Miles, next time i bump into wendy i'll tell her your exact location so that she can bother you instead

Q: I KNEW THAT CEL AND JUAN WERE A THING DANGIT BARDIC FELINE GOOD JOB NOT CONFIRMING DETAILS

Q: oh ya the butler does have stitches on his face...

Q: yesssss thanks Miles now i get to go YELL AT MATT FOR BEING TERRIBLE

Matt: I thought you said I was okay for now! MPW: NOT ANYMORE

Q: oh dang... Adrian is here... I wanna talk to her a lot more than matt

the real matt? YOU MEAN THE EVIL ONE???

Q: wooo only one lock

Q: talked with her on everything... I feel sad BUT ALSO I STILL HATE MATT

Q: I decided to save and just listen to the song a while

Q: Thank you Pearl for making a salad for gumshoe he's having a hard time as well, getting fired and all that

WELL PHOENIX GO BUY SOME LETTUCE

Q: but i don't wanan talk to matt unless I can stab him! Hey look i found powers let's talk to him instead

Q: BUT JUAN IS GOOD PHOENIX DAMMIT

...guess... I'm going to talk to matt now... *sigh*

Q: don't look at me like that Matt i hate you

die matt

5 locks! New record :D

Q: I'm done talking to this moron let's go

gumshoe! What is it?!?!

AND EDGEWORTH SAID IT WAS A DEAD END, HAH

PEARLS SHHHH HE FIGURED IT OUT ON HIS OWN WITH NOTHING ELSE TO GO OFF OF THIS IS IMPRESSIVE

YA WELL I ALREADY KNEW MATT BOUGHT IT ANYWAYS

Phoenix....

Phoenix having a really tough time. Edgy’s “suicide” being cause by him but he has to not acknowledge it and get to his job, raising Pearl, getting Maya KIDNAPPED, worrying about Matt, Edgy coming back and Phoenix is under enough stress and has to be angry at something (I MADE A NOTE ABOUT HOW IT SEEMS LIKE EDGY KNOWS PHOENIX IS UNDER A LOT OF STRESS AND HE’S BEING NICER TO HIM BECAUSE OF THAT) and Von Karma (just her whip tho), and the assassin and… I really wanted to give him some cookies to make him feel better.

Me going through Zarla’s very old 2-4 doodles: It seems we have very different opinions on Edgeworth in this case

Q: Matt I know there are 5 locks but I hate you and want to find your secret and then tell the newspapers

Q: OF COURSE YOU WERE WATCHING THEM THERE IS A STUFFED BEAR TRANSMITTER AND CAMERA >:(

Q: YOU BOUGHT THE DAMN BEAR

I'm sorry matt hey why do i feel pity for him

BECAUSE HE'S YOUR BUTLER

Q: FUCK IM SCARED I REGRET THIS

OH FUCK YOU I KNEW THAT YOU'RE HAIR WAS SUSPITION

I HATE YOU

Q: I miss the old Matt

I MISS OLD MATT

I don't wanna get back to the game anymroe i just wanan doodle my regrets away

BF: Hahahaha awww

Just had to scroll back a bit to see your reactions to other stuff

BF: I think I went straight up to the reveal wanting to believe that Matt was somehow innocent, and I’d been spoilered for his evil face.

IIIMMMMMM SOOOOORRRRYYYYYYY

BF: And I coulda sworn I...or the game...told you about Juan and Celeste earlier

Q: dangit

BF: Heee

Q: not earlier i suspected earlier and only recently did it tell me

BF: I have an elaborate theory that Celeste was murdered and it was made to look like a suicide but

Q: I opened the game again. I feel like crying. I'd like to hear more about this

I want to have Pearl punch him but she'll get hurt :(

BF: Admittedly, it’s partly cause I’m so biased in Juan’s favor (and I still acknowledge he messed BADLY) but what we know about the timeline that lead up To Celeste’s death is WEIRD

if only

Q: I wanna hear more but i think i will get spoiled

BF: Aaah okay. I’ll tell you the logic later hah

Q: REALLY PHOENIX IS SCOUNDREL THE STRONGEST SWEAR WORD YOU CAN THINK OF

REALLY

I'D GIVE YOU A LONG LIST OF WORDS I'D CALL HIM BUT IM AFRAID THAT AT THE MOMENT I WON'T PRIVATE MESSAGE THEM

BF: Heee...you can have some of the best doofy conversations with Matt right before god reveal

Before THE reveal, even

Q: >:( I MISS OLD MATT

BF: And I love some of the penalty messages for presenting the wrong stuff during his psyche lock section

There’s this bit where if you ask him that one question again before dealing with the locks, and he goes hold on dude, I gotta call my lawyer

Q: ya well too bad I was too mad to think "hey maybe i should get this wrong"

BF: Hahaha fair enough

Q: Well the game is called Justice for All so that means I may just have to prove my defendant guilty because he sucks

HAHAHAHA

BF: I didn’t doof around as much on my first playthrough cause I spent the whole thing worrying about Maya

But yeah...he pulls his phone out

And the next thing you know, Phoenix’s phone ACTUALLY RINGS

And Matt tells you, over the phone, that he knows nothing so stop asking

HE CALLS YOU WHILE SITTING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

AND NICK IS DOOFY ENOUGH TO ANSWER

And that mental image will never not be hilarious to me

Q: HAHAHA I REALLY WISH I DIDN'T MISS OUT ON THAT

BF: IT’S REALLY EASY TO MISS

BF: There’s a lot of optional dialogue in the bug sweeping part, too, which is easy to miss if you aren’t really thorough about scanning the room

Like one random thing I found in Juan’s room is a BREAD MAKER

Q: HAHAHA THE CAT PFFT WWELL TIME GO GO BACK TO THE HOUSE MILES COME WITH ME

Dangit one day i will replay this and I will find that dialogue

BF: Which had fresh bread still inside if it!

Lol Shoe gave them awaaaaay

Q: TO THE HOUSE

I remember finding that! Pearl was very excited

I remember somebody who named their cat concrete

BF: So yeah...things that are canon about Juan that make me love him: the entire premise of his show (I would so watch a show about a singing fail ninja, I mean)

Q: SO DO I DAMMIT

MUCH MROE THAN SOME LOVE Y STEEL SAMURAI RIP OFF

BF: He apparently claimed in his OFFICIAL BIOGRAPHY that he fought a bear. And won. And made friends with it.

BF: His whole weird thing with tomato juice and the fact that, if Adrian’s account is anything to go by, the fact that he sleeps SO HEAVILY that he can be taken for dead

Q: MILES HELP ME BREAK DOWN THE DOOR

I remember that!!! it was cute!!!

EDGY THE DOOR OPENED LET'S FIND THIS GUY

I wanna implement that into the ladyverse Juan haha

BF: His stupid mouth reed haha

Lol Zarla and I had a FIELD DAY with Juan and his heavy sleeping in the Frozen AU

BF: I love how weird and intense his rivalry apparently was with Matt, and I think it’s morbidly funny just how badly planned and half assed his actual revenge plot against Matt was when you know exactly what he was trying to do (it’s also pretty sad, but)

Like seriously nothing he tried to do holds up as a good plan if you think about the logistics of it like...at ALL

Q: dangit Maya don't die!

I feel bad for Juan...

BF: I DO TOO He was so young :<

Q: ADRIAN IM ON YOUR SIDE PLEASE TELL ME --- HE JUST WANTED TO GET REVENGE ON MATT!!! so young he died just because he was so desperate to get Matt back and didn't think him plan through...

BF: THAT’S THE WAY I SEE IT

BF: Even the most morally questionable thing he did (you’ll see) I see as being the act of someone who didn’t think his own words would be taken seriously

BF: Because who would believe anything bad said about a beloved actor when it comes from his bitter and angry rival

I think Juan got desperate:<

Q: that thing makes sense now... dangit I thought that picture was funny... --- :(

Q: ...time to save....

Q: Juan didn't deserve to die!

hey this is the the same dream from the begining of the game did i accidently reset i am scared

oh good i didn't accidently reset

phoenix do what Edgy has done before: Fail for justice.

Matt I hate you

go away im sad

Mia is Maya already dead

GUMSHOE HE'S UNDER A LOT OF STRESS RIGHT NOW NOT JUST WHAT HE HAD BEFORE BUT NOW BECAUSE OF MATT PLEASE FORGIVE HIM

Q: How much what this tip

Q: the face had a scar on it. Alright, but how much did Matt 'tip'?

Q :A BIG FAT ROLL. Hopefully the judge can understand this

Q: what the heck does "try to pull a fast one" mean

Q :...this statement still feels wrong..

Phoenix: ARE YOU SAYING THAT BASEBALLS ARE SUSPICIOUS BECAUSE THEY HAVE STITCHES???

How will I ever be able to trust a baseball ever again

Q: I apparently can't trust any sorts of sports balls now because of Phoenix huh

Q: fine. Did the hand on the end of that arm have brown figerless gloves?

find then. Whatever. what was the something?

Q: wooden statue... hm...

the bear.

BF: hahaha so much of Phoenix's arguments here are him pretty transparently stalling for time

Q: IT'S SAD but he needs to learn how to do what edgy does How could anybody hate edgy

dangit uhhh what now well i can save at this point

Well I'm kinda curious about the bear so

Q: uh how about the guy to got the bear? That could be helpful

Please tell me who took the bear!

nice he must've not wanted to get caught

Q: please hand down the verdict

...Phoenix needs to know where Maya is first...

Mia we need to hear it i'm sorry

Mia don't worry maya is fiiiiINNNNNNEEEE haha

Q: ugh i bet phoenix is thinking of Adrian

Q: dammit we've already hurt her enough!

Q: Edgeworth's opinion is "Phoenix really i thought you grew" and my opinion is "PHOENIX IM SORRY ABOUT MAYA BUT IM WITH MILES ON THIS ONE"

Mia you told me to do this don't look at me like that

Q: oh fuck off matt

Gumshoe: Have you been hangin' in there pal??

me: NO HE CERTAINLY HASN'T

Q: ??: a tent!

that is the most random thing wtf

MIA how is maya

BF: hahaah SUDDENLY A CALLBACK TO THE PREVIOUS CASE

Q: ALRIGHT SO MAYA'S BEING STARVED WONDERFUL PHOENIX LET'S MAKE MATT FUCKING PAY FOR BEING A *****

Q: LET'S GET A SLEDGEHAMMER AND BREAK THE BEAR OPEN DAMMIT

Q: Judge is doing the puzzle!

Q: Ya well WHAT IS INSIDE OF THE BEAR

Q: THE SUICIDE NOTE

WHAT THE FUCK ADRIAN

Q: frick i hope they find maya soon

BF: the were you responding to the fact that Adrian was planning on burning the note, cause if you are, I always found that to be really messed up

BF: like wtf yes I know you didn't want Juan to use Celeste as a way of getting back at Matt cause you didn't want either of them using her anymore but BURNING YOUR BELOVED MENTOR'S FINAL WORDS

Q: Well I already knew that I was also confused that IT EXISTED AND SHE KNEW WHERE IT WAS and it was brought to my attention yet again she wanted to burn it... AND AS YOU SAID, THAT IS REALLY MESSED UP

BF: Also, Adrian, you tried to use Juan's death as a way to try and get back at MATT.

Q: EXACTLY

BF: WHAT JUAN DID WAS BAD, BUT ALMOST NO ONE SEEMS TO DRAW THE COMPARISON BETWEEN THAT AND ADRIAN STABBING JUAN'S CORPSE

I mean christ if Adrian can be forgiven for that

Q: I AM STILL MAD AT HER FOR THAT!!!

BF: (I like to think that Adrian and Juan were way the heck more alike than she wanted to admit. and I say that while also totally understanding why she feels the way she does.)

Q: waaaaaaaa this case makes me feel sad

Q: ...BUT ON THE BACK OF THE PICTURE FRAME CEL WROTE SOMETHING RIGHT???

Q: "With love, Celeste" is all Celeste wrote on the picture hahah

Q: YA AND IT'S HANDWRITING

YESSSSSSSS A PHONECALL!!!!

BF: (I still have no clue why she dated Matt. like, Lady, why did you date your client? WHY DID YOU DO IT AGAIN WITH JUAN.)

Q: (AND NEVER ONCE DID SHE SEE THE BIG FUCKIN ASS SCAR I MEAN HAIR MOVES IN WIND RIGHT WHAT THE HELL)

HAHAHA I LOVE HOW THEY'RE PLAYING CATCH WITH THE PHONE

BF: hahahahaa HOW DID MATT HIDE THOSE

Q: SERIOUSLY I WAS VERY ANGRY ABOUT THAT EVEN BEFORE I KNEW HIS SCAR WAS THERE

BF: lolol Zar did a comic about that where Phoenix throws the phone and beans Edgeworth in the head with it.

Q: SEND IT NOW

EDGY THANK YOU

Q: hahha I'm used to that kind of silly anime flop bang, I didn't think about it.

Q: dangit was it colored???

BF: it softens his face, so it makes sense from a design standpoint.

Q: I THOUGHT ABOUT IT BECAUSE I DON'T WATCH TOO MUCH ANIME

Q: SEND THEM NOW GUMSHOE

FUCK HE GOT IN A CARCRASH SHIT

NOT GUMSHOE!!!

BF: GUMSHOE WILL LIVE

https://zarla.deviantart.com/art/Bad-reception-PW2Spoilers-59768674 and here

Q: MATT IS NOT INNOCENT AND NEVER WILL BE

Q: SAVE ADRIAN

I feel so happy thank you mia

Q: EXACTLY PHOENIX DO YOU UNDERSTAND NOW

Edgy is a friend!!!

BF: hahah

Q: I am still upset how the heck could anybody dislike him

(Edit: I felt guilty for liking him because of hearing Zalra’s not a big fan. I kinda felt guity over liking him because i thought in doing so i was being annoying or something??? it’s dumb but sadly enough i still have problems with it.)

I apparently just really like this character!

BF: hahahaha Edgeworth?

Q: YA!

BF: HE HAS NO SHORTAGE OF FANS IN THIS FANDOM

Q: true

BF: it's the people who DON'T care for him so much who are in the minority

https://zarla.deviantart.com/art/Bad-reception-PW2Spoilers-59768674 and here

Q: WAIT WE DO HAVE A WAY

DOES FRANZ STILL HAVE THE TRACKING DEVICE???

Q: I KNEW THE NOTE WAS FAKE

DANGIT BUT STILL MATT IS TERRIBLE AND SO IS ADRIAN FOR WANTING TO BURN IT

Q: HEY ASSASIN COME TO COURT WITH US

after this is over im going through Zarla's Ace Attorney folder

BF: haha yeah the old forged note thing. that's actually one of my reasons for arguing murder not suicide...cause i took that as 'he couldn't find a note at ALL"

Q: ah alright!

BF: (Also, I love the implication that he's got good handwriting...don't know why i zero in on THAT detail.)

but yeah...the forged note is the REAL thing I parallel to Adrian stabbing Juan's corpse.

cause it feels like the same basic intent

Q: (I took note of that too haha) UGH HOW DARE SHE

BF: (also I'm convinced, again, that Juan didn't think anyone would take anything he had to say about Matt seriously...but they'd listen to CELESTE.)

I STILL FEEL AWFUL FOR ADRIAN AND DON'T BLAME HER FOR PULLING A DESPERATION MOVE even though it made everyone's lives harder and just got her implicated for a crime she didn't commit

Q: ...I still like Juan from this case... he made mistakes and he didn't think about it all of the way through but I really think what he was doing what something that needed to be done considering...

Q: ADRIAN

I DON'T THINK IT'S HER STILL

DAMMIT WHAT THE LIVING HELL ASSASSIN HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PROVE MATT GUILTY NOW

Q: MILES IM SORRY WHAT IS WITH ADRIAN

OH YA I KNOW YOU STILL WANT MATT FOUND INNOCENT

SO DAMN YOU IT'S NOT ADRIAN

Q: but i don't wanna go to the fandoooommmmm (eh)

IF SHE KNEW HE WAS DEAD THEN WHY DID SHE GET THE WINGLASS SCREW YOU SHELLY

Judge: That was an awfully weak objection for the two of you ah so you know us by now I should've expected this

BF: hahaha the Judge even more used to Phoenix's shenanigans by game 5

Q: assassin your lies are easily seen through hahaha well considering how long of a time that is of course he is

Q: YOU SAID HIM WHAT THE HECK

HAHAHA

ASSASSIN YOU ARE SOMEHOW REALLY BAD AT LYING

BF: hee hee

Q :more obvious lies are coming

BF: WELL SHE DOES HAVE THE MASCULINE VERSION OF HER NAME FOR SOME REASON (the feminine version is spelled Adrienne)

Q: I don't think he saw it spelled to be honest, so either way even if it was spelled the feminine way then he wouldn't have known

BF: hahah TRUE

either way PROOF HE NEVER SAW HER

Q: ALRIGHT THEN WELL THE FIGURINE WAS INSIDE OF MATT'S HOUSE SO

AND IF HE GAVE HER THE FIGURINE SHE WOULD'VE BURNT THE NOTE

BUT GUESS WHAT

IT ISN'T BURNT

BF: (that probably works a bit better in the original Japanese. She has a kind of masculine sounding name there, and it's way way more likely to talk about someone without using pronouns at ALL in Japanese, so more likely he never heard her called a her.)

hahh YEP YOU GOT IT

Q: FUCK. OFF. MATT. NOW.

SO YOU KNOW I HATE YOU AND IF YOU PROVE YOUSELF GUILTY MAYA WILL DIE AND YOU WILL GET YOUR REVENGE ON ME FUCK OFF

I CHOSE TO MAKE MATT FUCK OFF THAT'S WHAT

BF: hahahahahaha

Q: FRANZ WHAT ARE YOU DOING HE'S GUILTY WHAT IS GOING ON

FRANZ DID YOU BRING GUMSHOE

OH MY GOD THANK YOU

YOU ARE HELPFUL

EVEN IF HE'S NTO HERE

YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE YOUR DAD FRANZ!!! :D

BF: Franzy is so much better hahah

Q: :DDD

BF: Though she never does get any good at admitting when she's wrong

Q: ya well at least she doesn't try to kill people over it

i really should sleep but this case is almost over!!

BF: YOU ARE VERY CLOSE TO THE END, IT'S TRUE

Q: BUT I'VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR 3 HOURS

MATT WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL HERE I TOLD YOU TO FUCK OFF RIGHT

BF: now whether or not you want to intentionally get the bad end or not just to see it is up to you...though I can't remember if the preserved the infamous typo that makes the bad end so memorable for the HD version

if THEY preserved, even

BF: (basically the bad end is super sad and dramatic...but they have a VERY noticeable typo on the dramatic final line that makes it unintentionally funny.)

Q: (pffft)

(I DON'T WANT A BAD END)

Q: I WANNA SHOW THE DAMN VIDEO TAPE TO MR KILLER DAMMIT "why" ILL EXPLAIN WHEN I DON'T FEEL SO RUSHED

BF: (hahah I MEAN FAIR ENOUGH. it's shorter than the good end. BUT THE GOOD END IS SO VERY SATISFYING.

heee jee

Q: (I WANNA SEE THE GOOD END DAMMIT)

BF: yesss SHOW DE KILLER THE PROOF OF MATT'S BACKSTABBING

Q: BACKSTAB BACKSTAB BACKSTAB MATT YOU SUCK FUCK OFF AND DIE

BLACKMAIL OF COURSE DAMMIT

Q: YEESSSSS

KILL MATT KILL MATT KILL MATT

MAYA IS SAFE!!!

Q: FUCK YOU MATT YOU BLACKMAILED THE ASSASIN AND YOU MADE TWO PEOPLE COMMIT SCIDIDE AND KILLED JUAN AND FRAMED ADRIEN AND MADE PHOENIX' LIKE TERRIBLE AND MADE ME GIVE YOU A ROPE FOR A LITTLE BIT (THAT SHIT IS EXPENSIVE) AND

NO I WILL NOT HELP YOU

YOU DUG YOUSELF INTO THIS HOLE AND YOU WILL NEVER GET OUT

YOU WILL BE BURRIED

ALIVE

AND WE WILL ALL CHEER

BF: and now you are about to see that Matt canonically has RAZOR BLADES for fingernails.

Q: HE IS GUILTY I HAVE LEARNT EDGEWORTH IS FRIEND oh boy give me a second

WOW

HOLY SHIT MATT YOUR FINGERNAILS OW

UM MATT STOP IT PLEASE YOU'RE MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE

BF: WHAT DID I JUST SAY

Q: RAZOR BLADES

ABSALUTE KNIVES FOR FINGERNAILS

BF: and yet there is still endless speculation about whether or not his scars are from a self inflicted wound or not. WHICH WE REALLY CAN'T BE SURE OF HONESTLY

Q: What do you think on it?

aww adrian!!!

(It’s like 1 in the morning now)

Q: Awww!!!

BF: I've heard tons of convincing theories for one thing or another, and I've never settled on a single one.

Q: Alright!

BF: Self inflicted is the OBVIOUS answer...but I've also seen compelling arguments that it was like...Shoe the cat. Or Celeste.

Q: Miles!!! Hello :D

Shoe the cat haha

Celeste makes sense…

BF: I have one very specific scenario where it was JUAN, but that's for one of the AUs

Q: :D yay!!! Maya is good!!!

Hi Franz!!! Well AUs

I lost and i am HAPPY because I got Matt to FUCK THE HELL OFF

BF: (and in that scenario, it was very much self defense...but cutting up his face was unintentional.)

hahahah YOU GOT THE RIGHT VERDICT THAT'S THE IMPORTANT PART

Q: INTERESTING

Finally Phoenix understands Edgy's side of the story

Edgy is best

BF: hahah I'M AFRAID I CAN'T TELL YOU MORE THAN THAT cause it's major spoilers for an ongoing fic

Q: Fine!

Q: hahaha ONE DAY FRANZ, ONE DAY.

Franz: You are no longer worthy of being a Von Karma!

Franz: :with a smile: And neither am I!

...the whip?

I FEEL SO HAPPY FOR HER

Q: MAYA THE BEST THING JUST HAPPENED YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT

BF: hahah SHE REALLY WAS JUST TRYING TO CATCH UP WITH EDGEY, HONESTLY

Q: EVERYONE HERE NEEDS A HUG

HAPPY FAMILY PHOTO :D

Edgy you can be part of the family too

Maya: A feast!

me: AND EDGY WILL PAY FOR IT!

Hi gumshoe!!! You're also in the family :D

AND LOTTA!

AND POWERS

BF: lol what make the most financially well off person pay for anything? In THIS GAME? don't be silly

BF: EVERYONE IS HERE YAY

Q: EVERYONE IS IN THE FAMILY

EDGY PAY MY RENT

Q: IN THE COAT POCKET

FRANZ IS NEAR?

FRANZ IS PART OF THE FAMILY TOO

WHEREVER SHE IS

Q: Pearl after watching that you still ship me and maya seriously I thought you knew what 'gay' meant

best crackship

Q: RIP PHOENIX'S WALLET, THE EPIC TV SHOW SERIES IT NEEDED TOO MANY SEQUELS TO BECOME A MOVIE SO WE JUST MADE IT A TV SHOW

Q: ALRIGHT IM SLEEPING I’LL LOOK AT THE CREDITS LATER GOODBYE

:After sleeping:

Q: Alright I'm back and looking at the credits

Q: Maya that's not a good thing

Pearl not only did you kill phoenix' wallet again you still fail to see the one true ship here Good job Gumshoe!!! I hope you get a livable amount of money now! Sure I can see Bryde as a waitress... but wait if she's so unlucky then... crap

Q: I wonder where the real hotti is

You can do it Max!!!

BF: She’s definitely coming back in the next game, haha. So is Adrian, but Adri has a far far better time of it that time around.

Q: Well she's fun enough so i don't find yaaaay Adrian :D

BF: Maggey is doomed to have awful luck and end up in trouble though

Q: dangit. MAGGEY IM SORRY FOR YOU

Wendy!!! We got the assassin to kill Matt and got Matt a guilty verdict for killing Juan!!! Are you proud of me!

eh who cares

awww thanks Adrian!

haha Adrian x Franz why not

Q: goodbye de killer, have you killed matt yet?

hey look the date is showing!

hi Franz!!!

Q: back. had a thing

but franz it does matter! everything matters!

Edgeworth: Are you running away? Franz: Shut up! FRANZ DON'T BE SAD

Q: Franz: You can't possibly understand what is means to be Manfred Von Karma's daughter! ARE YOU ACCEPTING THAT HE IS THE ASSHOLE I KEEP TELLING YOU EH IS

You are a good person, unlike your father

Q: this is sad I love her character though and it is cool seeing ehr develop

MORE ADRIAN X FRANZ OF COURSE

Q: AWWW SHE'S CRYING D:

BF: I know aaaah. Poor Franziska

Q: BUT SHE IS IN FAMILY!

Sad music!!! Poor Franz D: Don't leave!!! I love you though!!! You are good!!! You're father was terrible! You don't need to be perfect! No one is!!! You're good the way you are!!!

Goodbye Franz! I hope we meet again :(

???

Maya's drawing!

...to the third game!

D: I am scared

(Edit: This drawing was made around 2 months later but it was a drawing of me yelling at everybody that they are in the family so i might as well put it here

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