#yes this is every boss theme together. god this thing was a nightmare

[jitteryjive]

my remade masterpiece for the 🎉wonderful third pmtok anniversary!!! 🎉

please turn your headphones or volume down before listening to this it’s actually ear-shredding

[lewdbabies]

~The neighbor ~

part 2

nanami kentox reader smut

warning: MDNI, 18+, Raw sex , praising kink, Language, Rough sex, Breeding, smut

Part 2

Work was slow as usual, after morning hours the cafe tends to slow down lunch and dinner were served but it wasn’t very popular. Judging by the way Nanami was in a rush earlier it seemed he didn’t have time to stop by for his regular Black coffee. You lean against the register catching up on the latest novel you’d been reading. Your boss is in the back doing “Inventory “ which really meant taking a nap in the office. You glance at the clock perched on the wall, 1:30 pm, you sigh time was dragging on today. You turn your attention back onto your book engrossing yourself in the literature.

“Hello may I see the lunch menu please”

You jump.

You’d been so enraptured by your book you hadn’t even heard the door bell ring.

“Y-yes W-welcome let me grab that for you one second” you slam your book shut and quickly squat down grabbing a laminated lunch menu.

You look up and you’re met with brown eyes.

He smiles grabbing the menu, your hands brush lightly. You’re panicking, this is the first time he’s ever came to the cafe for lunch. He nods walking to A booth furthest from the entrance, you watch in awe admiring his physic. You grab a towel and begin to buss tables giving him time to decide what he wanted. Your eyes keep darting over at him blushing every Time your eyes meet. He doesn’t seem to mind he gives you a small smile in response.

After a while you walk to the register to grab your note pad and pen. You reach in your pocket for your lip gloss dabbing some on before making your way over to his table. He’s looking down, his brows scrunched in focus.

“Is anything looking good” you call out cheerfully.

“Yes you are” his tongue slides across his lips.

“Pardon?” You asked unsure of what you heard.

“I said yes it is” he rubs his chin staring directly into your eyes.

You ignore it deciding you’re just hearing things, He points to a item on the menu.

“This will be fine “ he states.

“The eggs Benedict, Alright and for your drink?” You scribble on your note pad.

“Black coffee should suffice” he nods to himself in approval.

“Alrighty I will have that right up” you rip the paper from your pad and start towards the kitchen.

“Order up!” You call back, sticking the ticket up.

You were in charge of making all the coffee related orders, came with being a barista/cashier. You didn’t mind though, you learned to Create lots of different foam patterns. Coffee making was fun if you made it, you even created a couple secrete menu items of your own.

You reach for a mug, pouring the freshly brewed coffee inside, steam swirls from the cup. You set the mug ontop of your silver serving tray and make your way back to his table. He’s looking through a stack of papers, his briefcase sits open on the table top.

“Here’s your coffee” you grab the glass in an attempt to hand it to him unaware of how hot it is. The glass burns your hand causing you to drop it out of reflex. It crashes down spraying all over Nanami’s suit and paper work.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You grab a fist full of paper towels frantically trying to clean off his suit. You pat the spilled coffee from his lap, He shifts in his seat.

“Uhn-“ he makes a soft noise catching you off guard.

You bolt up your face is red hot, you look away in embarrassment.

“I-I can pay to have this dry cleaned! Ugh I’m such a klutz-“

He interjects “no it’s fine you don’t have to do that”

“Please allow me too I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t” you bite your lip in guilt.

His eyes darken at the sight of you standing there looking so remorseful and innocent. He looks away for a second debating his next move.

“If you insist, the jacket only will be enough I assure you” he says slowly, sliding his coat off. His arms bulge through his white button down shirt.

He hands you the jacket hesitantly You’re dying of embarrassment.

“I’ll have this back to you tomorrow I swear it” you blurt quickly walking away.

~

“That coffee was a nightmare to get out kid” The dry cleaner complains.

You give an apologetic look as you sign the ticket finalizing the payment.

“Thanks again For getting it done so quick Danny”

“Yeah yeah yeah next time tell the guy to make the coffee land in his mouth got it” you laugh as you wave goodbye walking out the door. You check your phone , 6:10 pm, Nanami asked you to be there at 5:30 but work held you up today.

Luckily the dry cleaners is around the block from your apartment like most things. Before you know it your apartment entrance is in sight, You push the elevator button. It takes forever as usual, when it finally arrives you walk inside. Nanami lived on the same floor as you just opposite sides. You walk down the hall that connects your building’s searching for unit 12.

Your phone lights up, it’s a text from nanami ‘having trouble finding me?’ You laugh to yourself stopping to type back.

‘Closer than you think’ just as you press send the door in front of you swings open.

You jump with a fright, he sure had a way of scaring you. He’s standing there dressed completely different from how you were use to seeing him. He wore a green long sleeve top, Casual dark jeans , his eyes were covered by strange glasses.

“Come on in” he smirks.

You step over the threshold laying the jacket across his cream couch. His apartment was clean, not regular clean, everything was perfectly in its place. Despite all the lighter themes there wasn’t a spec of dirty anywhere in sight.

“I’m sorry I’m late work-“ you explain

“I understand, would you like a drink “ he disappears into the kitchen, returning with two wine glasses and a bottle of an unknown expensive looking champagne.

“Uh-uh yeah sure”

You sit on the couch crossing one leg over the other nervously. The space beside you dips as he sits next to you. You watch the muscles in his hands twitch as he pours your glass. You squirm in your seat, squeezing your legs tightly together.

‘Is he smirking’ you think to yourself watching him out the corner of your eye.

He hands you the drink before pouring his own. He watches curiously over the rim of his glass as he takes a sip, His stare sends a twitch through your clit.

“You like Austen as well?” He asks, you give a confused look.

He continues “ The book you were reading earlier” you realize he must have caught a glimpse at it earlier.

“Oh, Yes I do she is one of my favorites actually” you admit.

He reaches over tucking a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m sorry im kind of a neat freak I hope I didn’t offend you-“ he doesn’t move his hand away.

“N-no it’s okay” your body is warm, the alcohol creeps up on you slowly. Before you can stop yourself you nuzzling closer into his palm, his thumb strokes your cheek. He slides his hand to the nape of your neck gently pulling you closer as he leans in.

“Is this okay?” He breathes parting his lips.

Your breathing becomes erratic as you glance down at his lips inches from your own.

“Y-yes...” he runs his tongue gently over your bottom lip before capturing them in a hungry kiss.

He briefly breaks away removing his glasses setting them on the coffee table. In one swift motion he grips your waist hoisting you onto his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck in surprise. You lean into him pushing him into the couch cushion his hand travels up your back to your neck pulling you to his waiting lips. “Mmm Uhn-“ He moans slipping his tongue between your lips.

You grind against him the clothing between you becoming an unwanted barrier. His skillful hands slide up your back release your bra clasp, he pulls away flustered and messy hair’d. You lift your arms as he slides your shirt and bra above your head tossing it into the far corner.

“Keep your arms above your head” He orders.

You obey holding your arms up, His tongue attacks your strained nipples. He sucks gently, Using his hand to tease the other, it’s too much to take and your arms drop.

“Arms up or I stop, Little one” you whimper raising your hands above your head.

He sucks your hard bud into his mouth giving it a soft nip sending lighting between your thighs.

“Ah Ah Please mmmnh-“ you plead for more. His hands travel up your skirt pushing your panties aside invading your soaking folds.

“Mmmm so wet already” he brings his fingers to his lips tasting your excitement.

“You’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you, watching me stroke my cock through your drapes at night “ he plunges two fingers inside your slippery hole. You gasp holding back a scream as he finger fucks you slowly.

“Take it out” he demands.

You waste no time unzipping his pants and freeing his pulsing member. You stroke his length admiring how big he is.

“Sit on it” he grips your waist positioning your entrance with his tip. He strokes your slit teasing you making you beg for more.

You grind against him pushing down desperate for him to fill you up. He lets out a feral growl slamming you down on his cock mercilessly.

“Fuck yeah take it, Ah you like the way I stretch your little pussy don’t you” he slaps your ass bouncing you up and down.

He rails into you at a feverish pace, your hips colliding relentlessly.

“ Look at me, Look me in my fucking eyes, show me that pretty face while I fuck you” he groans.

You look at him tears of pleasure staining your face as you get closer to your climax.

He grabs your hair crashing his lips to yours entangling your tongues.

“Ah Ah I’m gonna cum” you cry out, he Drills harder into you biting the soft skin of your neck.

“Cum for me princess, yeah just like that, good girl” he moans.

“Look at me, Look at me, show me how you cum baby, Ah fuck” it sent you over the edge your walls clench around him juices washing over his twitching cock. His eyes roll back as he messily pumps into you filling you with cum. You fall forward, he wraps his arms around you holding you together. You’re both sweat drenched and fucked out depending on each other’s bodies for support.

“You should have spilled coffee on me sooner” he states seriously.

You look at each other in silence before breaking into uncontrollable laughter.

“I agree” you say smiling like a idiot.

~the end💗 comment please tell me who you’d like to see next 🥵🥲

[brightstarkid]

StarKid lyrics that are extremely relevant right now (Part 3)

U.S. Election Edition

*Yes, some of these are repeats from Part 1 and/or Part 2, but they are now relevant in a new situation, so they are worth repeating. 

“But despite all of my struggles, I’m still alive” (“Goin’ Back to Hogwarts,” AVPM)

“Let’s reevaluate our options, throw away our old presumptions, ‘cause really, you don’t have to go through this” (“The Dragon Song,” AVPM)

“Here I am, face to face, with a situation I never thought I’d see, strange” (“Granger Danger,” AVPM)

“And oh, how the feeling grows” (“To Dance Again,” AVPM)

“Now, at once, a chance appears” (“To Dance Again,” AVPM)

“To give me strength, show concern, ask for nothing in return, say hello, talk me through, do the thing that presidents fathers should do” (“Missing You,” AVPM)

“I’ve seen how heartless the world can be” (“Not Alone,” AVPM)

“And nothing’s ever gonna bring us down” (“Not Alone,” AVPM)

“Well now it’s our turn, our turn” (Voldemort is Goin’ Down,” AVPM)

“We must unite so we can fight, turn the battle around! Time’s running out, it’s time to shout” (“Voldemort is Goin’ Down,” (AVPM)

“We won’t be pushed around any more, we’ll be a force you cannot ignore” (Voldemort is Goin’ Down,” AVPM)

“We’ll stick together, fight through thick and thin. If we stay side by side, there’s no way we can’t win” (“Me and My Dick,” MAMD)

“It’s time to start over” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“So get that chip off my shoulder! ‘Cause it’s weighing me down and keeping me right here” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“It’s not too late to turn around and find a better way. It’s not up to fate to lay the groundwork for a better day” (Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“While’s… we’s… waits to be delivered, go ahead, cry me a river” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“Lord have mercy are we ready to go!” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“We’re finally ready, and the time is right for us to light a spark. We’re keeping it steady, with our eyes on the prize to get us through the dark” (“Ready to Go,” MAMD)

“The world would be much better if you listened, a little bit, to me” (“Listen to Your Heart,” MAMD)

“Feel like the sun is shining, like every song is rhyming, everything is right on time in perfect key” (“Finale,” MAMD)

“So look alive and don’t forget that it’s not over yet” (“Not Over Yet,” AVPS)

“I’m laughing, it’s hard to hide a smile, my God it’s been a while since I have had a reason to” (“To Have a Home,” AVPS)

“And so many nights I’d pray for a better life and a better day, but I never thought that it’d come true, it’s finally here and I don’t know what to do” (“To Have a Home,” AVPS)

“And I’m trying not to cry” (“To Have a Home,” AVPS)

“My heart starts to heal, to know this is real” (“To Have a Home,” AVPS)

“Just try to relax, face the facts” (“Gettin’ Along,” AVPS)

“My mind is racing, but my heart, it beats faster. I’m in control, commander and master. Lady fate awaiting disaster, but she ain’t the boss of me” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“Let’s not forget that we hold the cards this time, so there’s no need to bitch or whine” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“There’s no way I’m gonna take another option, no way I’m gonna settle with a loss, no way I’m gonna sit around and watch, there’s no, no way” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“There’s no way you’re gonna find me in the background, no damn way you’re gonna see me satisfied, no way they’re ever gonna make me back down, no, no way” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“We’ll take it on together, we’re stronger and we’re better, and if there’s a problem HA! whatever” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“There’s no way we’re gonna leave it up to chance, there’s no damn way we’re gonna go without a fight. No way you gonna see us on our ass there’s no, no way.” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“There’s no way we’re gonna settle with sorrow, leave right now if you think this ain’t real” (“No Way,” AVPS)

“Don’t matter if it’s sooner or later, I know that it’s gonna be alright” (“Days of Summer,” AVPS)

“So I will try not to cry, but no one needs to say goodbye” (“Days of Summer,” AVPS)

“The future is now, so I don’t see how the time isn’t right for me” (“I Wanna Be,” Starship)

“We don’t hide and we don’t run away” (“Get Back Up,” Starship) 

“I know you see the rough times, hell, I see them too, but I ain’t seen anyone face ‘em half as well as you” (“Get Back Up”, Starship)

“We’re here to get the job done, it doesn’t matter if it’s tough or it’s fun” (“Get Back Up,” Starship)

“You can’t sit around and watch, your destiny is in your control” (“Kick It Up a Notch,” Starship)

“Who cares about normal? I’ll never conform, I will be content to resent the status quo” (“Status Quo,” Starship)

“I kick down the walls around me, they don’t know how strong I am” (“Status Quo,” Starship)

“Now there’s nothing, no there’s nothing he can’t do” (“Holy Musical B@man,” HMB)

“Take a mental snapshot of this most auspicious night” (“Rogues Are We (Reprise),” HMB)

“We gotta go meet our destiny” (“This Is The End,” AVPSY)

“I feel unstoppable, I’m super-charged, it’s contagious that’s for sure” (“Senior Year,” AVPSY)

“But I’m here to give you a brand new start and to make your spirit brighter” (“Always Dance,” AVPSY)

“The more your try to climb, the more you’re slipping down the hill” (“Tonight This School is Mine,” AVPSY)

“I’m ready for a change, gonna keep calm and carry on” (“I’m Just a Sidekick,” AVPSY)

“But you shouldn’t give up, no, you shouldn’t do that. Never ever give up, no, don’t ever do that” (“Everything Ends,” AVPSY)

“The clock looks still, still the hours pass and all that time is never comin’ back” (“Everything Ends,” AVPSY)

“After the sun has had its rest it will arise and light up the sky” (“Everything Ends,” AVPSY)

“So science and reason win out in the end” (“If I Believed,” Twisted)

“The road ahead may twist, but I will never swerve” (“Twisted,” Twisted)

“This is the beginning, I’m coming back to life. It feels like something’s coming, and it’s gonna be alright” (“With My Own Eyes,” Ani)

“We’ve barely begun, yeah we’re just getting started, you’ve got a lot of work ahead of you, yes you do” (“The Force (You Got It),” Ani)

“It ain’t gonna be fun, just keep your eyes on the target. If anyone can do it, baby, it’s you, yes” (“The Force (You Got It),” Ani)

“Feels like you are going to fail, but don’t give up too soon” (“Independence,” TTTO)

“It’s the grind, take it one day at a time” (“The Grind,” TTTO)

“When the world’s at stake there are lives to save, and even though I shake my hands at god I pray” (“When the World’s at Stake,” TTTO)

“And life, as you know it, is changing” (“Wagon on Fire,” TTTO)

“I guess it’s been days or weeks or months or something worse” (“Lost Without You,” TTTO)

“Nothing can stop us now, oh, nothing can take us down” (“Speedrun,” TTTO)

“Who knew that all this time we had what we need?” (“Speedrun,” TTTO)

“You gotta go when you gotta go, it’s time to get the hell out of here” (“You Gotta Go,” TTTO)

“We’ve got to figure it out, we’ve got to find ourselves some answers” (“We Are People Now,” Firebringer)

“I hope you’re feeling power working through the shroud of mystery, and our history’s growing every day” (“We Got Work To Do,” Firebringer)

“This world is what we make of it, together” (“We Got Work To Do,” Firebringer)

“It’s our turn now, he is gone, our time is here” (“The Night Belongs To Us,” Firebringer)

“We’ll take on whatever’s next” (“The Night Belongs to Us,” Firebringer)

“It’s time to face what’s given us such fear” (“Together,” Firebringer)

“You couldn’t stop us even if you tried” (“Together,” Firebringer)

“We got a lot to do to make it work, we got a lot to do to work it out” (“Finale/Make The Most of It,” Firebringer)

“Do the best that we can here, we got to do a lot of work to make it” (“Finale/Make The Most of It,” Firebringer)

“If we’re gonna stay, we gotta find a way to maintain the balance set in place” (“Finale/Make The Most Of It,” Firebringer)

“Just a typical day that’s got me feeling in a beautiful way, no rhyme or reason” (“La Dee Dah Dah Day,” TGWDLM)

“Sometimes I just wanna shout on top of roofs and mountain tops” (“La Dee Dah Dah Day,” TGWDLM)

“Even now, it’s a dream, the kind that makes you question reality” (“What Tim Wants,” BF)

“You’ll get what you want, you’ll get it back” (“What Tim Wants,” BF)

“It’s time to flip the switch when the problem’s chronic, not being hyperbolic” (“CaliforM.I.A.,” BF)

“Sometimes you gotta slow your breath” (“Monsters and Men,” BF)

“And make a solemn vow to become your best self now” (“Monsters and Men,” BF)

“Tomorrow will come, tomorrow won’t come, tomorrow come today” (“What If Tomorrow Comes?,” BF)

“It’s a matter of time, a matter of time, don’t need to look far to find it” (“Nightmare Time Theme,” NT)

“Watch out cuz the world might surprise you again and again and again” (“With a Thousand Eyes,” NT)

“You’ve got to move, you’ve got to live, you’ve got to keep it positive” (“With a Thousand Eyes,” NT)

[bechloeislegit]

PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK - 2019

DAY 1 - COSTUMES COME TO LIFE (#HW191)

It was two weeks into September when Beca Mitchell walked into Beale's Halloween Boo-Tique. She always chuckled at the name because the owner likes her puns.

Chloe had asked all of her part-time employees to meet her at the shop to talk about their schedules and their new inventory.

"Beca!" Chloe Beale, a pretty redhead with cerulean blue eyes, called out as soon as the young woman walked in. "How's my favorite employee? You're the first one here."

"Hey, Chloe," Beca said with a smile. "I guess by your eagerness that you're going to hire me again this year?"

"Of course," Chloe said, smiling. "You're already on the work schedule because you aren't just my favorite employee, the customers love you, too."

"Damn," Beca said, snapping her fingers. "I'll have to work on changing that."

"Oh, stop," Chloe chastised, slapping Beca on the arm. "You know you love working here."

"I do," Beca said. "The highlight of my year is getting to see your pretty face every day for an entire month."

"You know, Becs," Choe said with a grin. "One of these days I'm going to think you're serious with all this flirting and then what will you do?"

"I know what I'd like to do," Beca said with a smirk. "But, I'd start slow and ask for a date. And see what happens from there."

Chloe bit her lip and stared at Beca. "So, why haven't you-"

"Boo!" Stacie Conrad yelled, startling Chloe, who jumped and squealed.

"Oh, hey, Stacie," Beca said, unphased.

"How did she not scare you?" Chloe asked incredulously. "I swear she took five years off my life."

"I have loved Halloween since I was barely able to walk," Beca said. "Plus, I have three older brothers who liked to torment me. I had to learn not to show fear or be scared 24/7. So, there isn't much that scares me."

"Challenge accepted," Stacie said.

"That wasn't a dare, Stacie," Beca said with a laugh. "But do your worst. I like a good scare as much as the next person. As long as there is an actual scare in there somewhere."

"Oooh, did I just hear Beca call you out Stacie?" Cynthia Rose asked as she joined the trio.

"I believe you did," Chloe said, smiling.

"She did," Stacie said, glaring at Beca. "When you least expect it, Mitchell, expect it!"

"Ooo-ooo, I'm scared," Beca said, shaking her entire body and laughing.

"Beca, stop it," Chloe said, slapping the younger brunette again.

"Sorry," Beca said, raising her hands in surrender. "I'll behave as long as you stop hitting me. Why are you so violent toward me?"

“You know you love me," Chloe said with a big smile.

"I know I'd like to slap you back," Beca muttered.

"What was that?" Chloe asked, narrowing her eyes and glaring at Beca.

"What? I didn't say anything," Beca said and moved to stand next to Cynthia Rose.

"Hey, Beca, I heard your show this morning," Cynthia Rose told Beca. "I like that you started your Halloween teasers already. Those spooky noises are even better than last year's."

"Thanks," Beca said. "I wanted to try a few out in the promo so we can incorporate some of them in our Halloween themed shows next month."

"I'll be listening every day," Stacie said. "This is my favorite time of year."

"I'm glad you're all working for me again this year," Chloe said. "There's a new place that opened just two blocks over and is going to be giving us some stiff competition."

"What's it called?" Beca asked.

"Halloween Town," Chloe said and scoffed. "Not very original if you ask me."

"Not as original as Beale's Halloween Boo-Tique," Beca said, emphasizing the boo in boo-tique, and causing the others to laugh.

"Hey," Chloe said, frowning. "It's a fun play on the word boutique."

"We love it," Stacie said, smirking. "Don't we, girls?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," Cynthia Rose said. "It's the spookiest."

"Plus, we have the best skeletons around," Beca said, trying not to smile. "No bones about it."

Stacie and Cynthia Rose started laughing; Beca was close behind.

"Ha-ha, you guys," Chloe deadpanned. "Let's get this meeting started, so I can get your schedules worked out. Or should I fire you now and avoid the hassle later?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll be good," Beca said, biting her lip to stop laughing. "I promise."

"Me, too," Cynthia Rose and Stacie both said.

"Good," Chloe said. "Come on back to the office, and I'll show you what I've put together so far on the schedules. We'll also check out the new costumes that came in today."

** PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK 2019 - DAY 1 **

Two hours later, Cynthia Rose and Stacie bid Chloe goodbye and left the shop together. Beca hung back to talk to Chloe.

"So, I see you have me scheduled to work the late shift for the entire month of October," Beca said, looking down at the schedule Chloe made up.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "It is our busiest time, and I remember you saying that you wouldn't mind working every night, so I took you up on it. Brey won't be able to work as much as she did before. She's studying for the Bar exam."

"She'll do fine, I'm sure," Beca said. "She's not even a lawyer yet, but I know I wouldn't want to go up against her in a courtroom."

"So, about that date to see where this might go," Chloe said. "Would you maybe want to go out with me? After Halloween."

"You're asking me out?" Beca asked, wide-eyed. "Hell, yeah! I mean, yes, I'd love to go out with you."

"Great," Chloe said with a big smile. "I have an entire month to come up with something spooktacular."

"Oh, God," Beca moaned. "You're starting early with the puns this year, I see."

"You love it," Chloe said, grinning.

"I tolerate it," Beca said, grinning back at her. "Do we have to wait until after Halloween for that date?"

"You know I'll be busy with the shop," Chloe said.

"I know," Beca said. "But, you haven't started your Halloween hours yet, and you don't get really busy until the end of September. That's two weeks away. Which means that's two weeks of dating we could be doing."

"I like the way you think, Mitchell," Chloe said, smiling. "What did you have in mind."

"Do you want to grab a bite with me now? Something low-key and super casual?"

"I'd love to," Chloe said. "Let me just lock up, and we can go."

** PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK 2019 - DAY 1 **

Two weeks and four dates with Chloe later, it was Beca's first official night of working at Beale's Halloween Boo-Tique and things were a bit slow. She expected it, but it made the afternoon and evening drag by.

It was after ten-thirty and Chloe said they should start closing. Beca pulled the display board inside the doors and left it to the side. She then closed and locked the doors before heading to the back to help Chloe.

"Would you hang these up over there for me, please?" Chloe asked, holding out two costumes that were left in the fitting room.

"I can't believe some of the costumes you have this year," Beca said, looking at them as she hung them up.

"I found a great new distributor," Chloe said. "They have really unusual ideas. I thought some of our returning customers might like them."

"They are pretty cool," Beca said. "I wish people didn't wait until the last minute to reserve their costumes. It becomes a nightmare trying to get people in and out of the fitting room while helping other customers."

"That's why I asked a couple of my friends to help out this year," Chloe said. "They'll manage the dressing rooms so the rest of you can help customers."

"Good thinking, Ms. Beale," Beca said, pulling Chloe to her. "Am I off the clock? Because I really want to kiss you and it wouldn't be proper to kiss the boss while I'm working."

"Mmm, hold that thought," Chloe said. "It's almost eleven, and we need to close up and get out of here."

Beca let out a sigh and let Chloe go. "What is the deal with locking up no later than eleven exactly?"

Chloe pushed Beca toward the back exit and hurried out. She pulled the door closed and locked it, pocketing the key.

"Walk me to my car, and I'll tell you," Chloe said, taking Beca by the hand.

"I'd be happy to," Beca said with a smile.

Chloe led Beca toward her car.

"Most people think the bewitching hour is Midnight," Chloe said, starting the story for Beca. "But, it's actually eleven. That's when all the ghosts overtake the many costumes that are in Halloween shops and bring them to life."

"Wait," Beca said, stopping by Chloe's car. "You're telling me that right now, in your shop, the costumes have come to life? What do they do, have a party?"

"Yes," Chloe said seriously.

"No way," Beca said, laughing. "You're pulling my leg."

"Maybe I am," Chloe said with a mischievous smile. "Maybe I'm not."

"You're lying," Beca said, scoffing at the idea. "I've been a fan of Halloween my whole life, and I know all the myths and fairy tales out there. I have never heard of costumes coming to life."

"Maybe you don't know as much about Halloween as you thought you did," Chloe said, pulling Beca closer. "Now, I seem to recall something about a kiss."

Beca smiled and kissed Chloe. One kiss turned into a couple more. Chloe pulled back, and Beca opened her door for her. Once settled in the driver's seat, Beca closed the door and Chloe started the car so she could put down her window.

"Thanks for walking me to my car," Chloe said.

"I'll see you tomorrow, boss," Beca said, leaning in the window to kiss her one more time.

Beca stepped back and watched Chloe drive off. She made her way to her car parked a few spaces over when she heard a noise coming from the direction of the shop.

Beca stopped and looked. She scanned the parking area and the shop but didn't see anything. She chuckled and shook her head as she got into her car. "Stupid ghost story," she mumbled as she drove off.

** PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK 2019 - DAY 1 **

Two weeks later, Beca was in the shop and hadn't had a break since she walked in. She passed Chloe at one point and kissed on the cheek as she walked by.

"Mitchell, don't you have a customer to tend to?" Chloe asked, smiling the whole time.

"Yes, Ms. Beale," Beca said, hiding her smile. "I do."

Chloe winked at Beca and continued down the aisle to the checkout counter. Beca nearly fell into a display and grabbed things as they started to fall. Chloe looked back at hearing the noise and had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.

"May I help the next in line, please?" Chloe said, glancing back at Beca to make sure she was okay.

Beca's face was red, but she was smiling.

Later that night, Chloe and Beca were making out in the back room when Chloe heard a noise.

"Oh, we, um, have to go," Chloe said and grabbed her jacket and purse.

"Whyyyyy?" Beca whined. "I was really enjoying this."

"You know the rules," Chloe said, hurrying Beca to the back door. "Out and locked by eleven. Not one second later."

"Fine, fine," Beca said, exiting the shop. "But, I still don't believe you about the costumes coming to life."

"Like I said, maybe I'm lying," Chloe said with a shrug. "Then again, maybe I'm not."

Chloe locked the door and let out a sigh. She pocketed the key, and Beca grabbed her around the waist.

"Can we make out in your car?" Beca asked, laughing as Chloe squealed.

"I'd love to, but I can't," Chloe said, hugging Beca to her. "I promised Brey I'd be home right after we closed."

"Really?" Beca asked. Chloe nodded. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. Can I get a quick kiss for the road?"

"Absolutely," Chloe said as she smashed her lips into Beca's.

"Mmmm," Beca moaned into the kiss. "I like kissing you."

"I like kissing you, too," Chloe said.

They stood with their arms around each other and Beca furrowed her brows.

"What's wrong, Becs?"

"Shhh!"

Chloe snapped her mouth shut and waited as Beca leaned her head toward the shop.

"Do you hear that?" Beca whispered.

"Hear what?" Chloe asked, listening.

"Music," Beca said, shaking her head. "I swear I heard music coming from your shop."

Chloe laughed. "Come on, Beca. I was pulling your leg. There isn't any music coming from the shop."

Beca listened for another minute but didn't hear anything. "Maybe you're right. Sorry. Must be hearing things. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay," Chloe said. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," Beca said, her cheeks reddening. "I'm tired, so that's probably got a lot to do with it."

"Well, you go home and get some rest," Chloe said. She kissed Beca's cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Chlo," Beca said as she turned toward her car.

Chloe watched as Beca got in her car and drove off. She looked at the shop and debated whether to go back in. She decided it wasn't worth it and got in her car and drove off.

** PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK 2019 - DAY 1 **

It was finally Halloween night, and Beca was behind the counter, helping a customer. Chloe knew that people would be picking up their costumes that day, so she brought out the reserved costumes and hung them on racks behind the counter for easy access.

This plan worked well. The customer had to show their ticket showing the costume(s) they reserved, and the employee would get it off the rack and hand it to them. It was nearing ten, and most all the costumes were gone, and Beca started helping to clean up so they could close the shop.

Beca was going as Chloe's plus one to a Halloween party, and Beca was excited. She was working double-time to get things put away so they could close.

"Beca?" Chloe called out for the young brunette.

"Yeah?" Beca called out, popping up from behind a display.

Beca walked over to Chloe. "What's up?"

"Hey," Chloe said, kissing Beca on the cheek. "Aubrey called. Her car broke down, and I have to pick her up for the party. Can you close up tonight? I'll get Brey and meet you at the party."

"Sure," Beca said.

"Don't forget," Chloe said. "Out the door and locked up by eleven. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," Beca said. "I'll see you at the party."

"Good," Chloe said.

"Drive safe," Beca called out as Chloe left through the back door.

"Always!" Chloe yelled back.

Beca shook her head, smiling as she closed the door behind Chloe. Beca heard the bell over the door and went out front to see if she could help.

Stacie was standing behind the counter, counting the money. Beca furrowed her brow and looked at the front door.

"Didn't I just hear someone come in?" Beca asked Stacie.

"What?" Stacie said, looking up from the cash she had been counting.

"Didn't the bell over the door ring?"

"I didn't hear anything," Stacie said. "CR? Did you see or hear anyone come in just now?"

"No," Cynthia Rose said. "I'll check the door." Cynthia Rose walked over to the door, and Beca kept her eyes on her the whole time. Cynthia Rose pulled the door. "It's still locked."

"Really?" Beca asked in disbelief. She walked to the door, and it was indeed locked. "Wow. I must be hearing things."

"Maybe," Cynthia Rose said. "I'm done. Can I go now? I have to put on my costume and pick up my date."

"Yeah, sure," Beca said. "Go ahead. Have fun!"

"Thanks," Cynthia Rose called out as she headed to the back.

"You can go, too, Stacie," Beca said. "I'll finish up here."

"Thanks," Stacie said. "That's the last of it anyway."

"I'll see you later at the party," Beca said.

"Be careful," Stacie said. "I'll see you later."

Beca followed Stacie to the back and made sure the door was secured behind her. She went back through the store and picked up decorations and party supplies, placing them where they belonged. She knew Chloe would be lowering the prices on some of the items to get rid of them.

Beca heard a sound coming from the back. "Chloe?" No response. "Stacie, if that's you, I swear I don't scare easily so you may as well show yourself." Nothing again.

"Stacie?" Beca called out as she walked to the back. She heard rustling, and then music starts playing. "Stacie?" Beca called again and went through the door. She stopped short, and her eyes widened.

Twirling and swirling around the back room were costumes. Costumes with no bodies in them. Costumes with no bodies in them dancing and moving to the music.

Beca stood frozen for a few minutes, watching as the material swayed and swung through the air. She looked at her watch and realized it was 11:02 pm.

"Holy shit," Beca mumbled. "They really do come to life."

Beca looked toward the back exit. She looked at the costumes dancing around and tried to gauge when she could run past them and out the door.

She counted beats and waited. When she thought she had it figured out she got herself ready. On the next beat, she pushed off the wall and started dodging the dancing costumes. Suddenly, she was engulfed in several layers of material. She was grabbing and shoving them out of her way. She would gain a foot and lose two; her legs didn't seem to be able to push past them.

Beca stopped and let the costumes continue their dance. She remained frozen in place, her breaths ragged. She counted in her head and slowed her breathing. Soon the dancing costumes were back in some sort of formation and dancing around her.

Beca watched, mesmerized as the costumes continued their dance. The music changed, and the dancing got livelier. Beca found herself suddenly swooped up in the arms, or would it be sleeves, of a confederate soldier. They were a few feet in the air, and Beca was holding onto the costume for dear life.

"Put me down!" Beca screamed, and suddenly she was hitting the floor. "Fuck!" Beca yelled as her feet hit the floor, and she fell onto her back.

Beca looked up to see the costumes hovering above her, swaying but no longer dancing. Beca swallowed and glanced quickly at the door. It was closer, but she would still need to get through the costumes to make it out.

Beca slowly got up and dusted offer her jeans. "Um, that's some great dancing you folks are doing," Beca said, looking around at the costumes still hovering around her. "Maybe you could show me how to do it."

Beca looked around and felt the air shift around her. "I, uh, I'm a fast learner," she said. "I would need a partner to show me the steps, or, um, movements. What do you say? Does someone want to teach me?"

Beca stood and waited. She jumped slightly when the confederate soldier costume moved toward her. The sleeve came across its waist, and the costume bowed to Beca. The other sleeve reached out as if asking for her hand.

Beca licked her lips and slowly reached out her hand. There was no hand to take, so she grabbed the end of the sleeve. Suddenly, she was being whirled and twirled around. Beca could swear she heard laughing and giggling.

She let herself be led around the room. She was handed off to different costumes at random moments. The soldier handed her off to a lion; the lion handed her off to a ghost; the ghost handed her off to a bride. She was getting dizzy but somehow managed to maneuver closer to the back door.

As soon as Beca got close enough, she made a move toward the door, only to be pulled back by the soldier, the lion, and the bride. They grabbed her around her legs, waist, and neck. Beca screamed and struggled but found the bride's armless sleeves tightening around her neck.

Beca was thrown to the floor. The soldier was kneeling next to her with his hand on her chest; she couldn't move. Beca grabbed at the sleeve and tried to pull herself out of from under it. Nothing was working. She finally laid back in resignation and closed her eyes. A tear slid from the corner of her eye and down her face.

Beca tried to sit up when she heard a key in the back door. "Chloe?"

Suddenly, Beca was on the bottom of a pile of costumes that landed on her as they fell from the air. She hit her head, and that's all she remembered.

** PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK 2019 - DAY 1 **

"Beca's car is outside," Chloe said, slightly panicked. "She has to still be in here."

"Calm down, Chloe," Aubrey said as they entered the shop.

"I can't calm down," Chloe said. "You know what happens if the doors aren't locked by eleven."

Chloe looked around the room and gasped. "I can't believe this! You costumes get back on your hangers, now!"

The pile of costumes came to life and made their way to their hangers. As soon as the confederate soldier stood up, Chloe saw Beca lying unconscious on the floor.

"Beca!" Chloe screamed as she ran to the girl. She dropped down next to the brunette and gathered her in her arms. "Becs, wake up. Can you do that for me, please? Can you open your eyes?"

Beca's eyes remained closed. Chloe checked to make sure she was breathing and let out a sigh of relief when she was.

"Is she okay?" Aubrey asked, bending to look down at Beca.

"I think so," Chloe said. "Just overwhelmed by all this, I'm sure."

"What do you want to do?" Aubrey asked.

"Help me get her to my car," Chloe said. "Then we need to grab her costume. I'll take her to my place and put her to bed. When she wakes up, I'll tell her she got drunk, and I didn't want her going home alone."

"That sounds good," Aubrey said, grabbing Beca's legs as Chloe put her arms around Beca's torso.

The two friends carried Beca to Chloe's car and got her strapped into the front seat.

"You wait here," Chloe said. "I'll go get her costume and be out in a few minutes."

"Okay," Aubrey said.

Chloe rushed back into the shop and stood with her hands on her hips. She was angry. "You guys know better than this. What were you thinking? Beca is my girlfriend, and you scared her half to death."

Chloe glared around the room, stopping to look at every single costume. "All of you better hope that I can convince Beca she was drunk and none of this had actually happened. If not, I will burn you in the incinerator. Do you understand?"

Chloe heard rustling and could see some of the costume heads nodding up and down. "Good." Chloe found Beca's costume and rolled it into a ball. She went to the back door and stopped to look around the room. "Now behave and make sure you get back on your hangers by seven in the morning. I'm going to leave now."

Chloe went out the back door and made sure the lock clicked before she went to her car. "Brey, follow me home. I'll need help getting Beca into my apartment."

Chloe threw Beca's costume on the floor in the back. She left it balled up so it would look like it had been worn. She pulled out of the parking lot and drove home with Aubrey following behind her.

** PITCH PERFECT HORROR WEEK 2019 - DAY 1 **

The next morning, Beca woke with a start. She sat up and looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was. She heard a noise and let out a squeaky, "Eek!"

"You okay, Becs?" Chloe asked with a laugh. "Here, I brought you a pain reliever. You're going to need it after last night."

"Last night?" Beca asked, not sure what Chloe was talking about.

"Yeah," Chloe said, climbing onto the bed to sit next to Beca. "You tied one on. It took Brey and me both to get you up here."

"Brey?" Beca's head was in a fog. "I got drunk? I don't even remember going to the party."

"Well, you did, and, yes, you got drunk," Chloe said. "You're a cute drunk. Now, take your pills and grab a shower. Breakfast is almost ready."

"Uh, okay," Beca said. "Towels?"

"In the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom," Chloe said. "Soap, shampoo, and conditioner are on the shelf in the shower. I put a change of clothes in there for you, too. If you need something, just yell."

"Uh-huh. Right. Okay," Beca mumbled, still trying to figure out how she ended up in Chloe's apartment.

Chloe kissed Beca's cheek and climbed off the bed. "Breakfast will be ready in twenty, so don't take too long."

"Right, twenty," Beca said, nodding as she slid off the bed. "Breakfast." Beca moved slowly toward what she presumed was the bathroom before she stopped. "Um, where is the kitchen."

"Go to the end of the hall and turn left," Chloe said. "It's a straight shot to the kitchen."

"Right," Beca said. "I remember now. Uh, thanks."

Beca entered the bathroom and took one last look at Chloe before closing the door. Chloe let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through her hair. She left the bedroom and hurried to the kitchen to find Aubrey sitting at the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee.

"Is she awake?" Aubrey asked as soon as Chloe entered the kitchen.

"Yeah," Chloe said. "She's in the shower. She's a little out of it, but I think she's buying the story that she got drunk last night."

"Good," Aubrey said with a feeling of relief. "The whole costumes coming to life thing would be hard to explain."

"Yeah," Chloe said, chewing her lip as she looked back toward the hall that led to where Beca was taking a shower. "It would be hard to explain."

[shera-dnd]

Catra and Adora’s Tome of Love

That is both the longest I’ve spent writing a fic and the longest fic I’ve ever written, but here it is: D&D AU’s official Trash Wedding Fic™, because that is exactly what we all needed in preparation for the emotional roller coaster of the next season. 

Very few people would be glad to spend their saturday running errands around a bunch of tents in the middle of the woods, but Glimmer was one of those people and she had good reason for doing so. Two of her best friends were about to get married and she would do everything in her power to make sure this would be the perfect wedding.

She didn’t know whose idea it was to make the entire ceremony D&D themed, but she both loved and hated that person. Loved because she got to rock a cape along with her favorite purple dress and hated because getting the outfits, decorations and renting the damn LARPing space, was a logistical nightmare that she was a part of from the very beginning. Curse her good nature.

Chairs were set, decorations were placed, food was tested - for legitimate reasons, of course - now she just had to check on the brides before they both instantaneously combust. She was halfway to one of the little dressing room-tents when she was stopped by the familiar voice of the GM calling her name.

She turned around to see them covered in a black robe, with a hood that covered their face. She tried to suppress a giggle at that. Well, it made sense if everyone was dressed as their characters then of course they would dress as the mysterious figure orchestrating it all “How do I look?” they asked and was that the wrong question to ask.

“Like you’re ready to stab a hobbit”

“That bad?” They sighed “Go do your thing. I’ll try not to disappear into the lake in shame before I have to officiate all of this”

“Ok then. If you see Bow tell him to go check on Adora” They just nodded and left. Now back to her original mission: Making sure Catra did not explode. She quickly jogged towards Catra’s tent and was greeted by the sounds of an angry Catra and a - mostly - calm Angella.

“Just calm down, Catra” She heard Angella say “The dress looks fine”

“Of course the dress looks fine. It’s my dress and I’m wearing it. That is not the point” Catra shouted back “The point is that this is uncomfortable and dresses are the worst”

“Then just put away the dress and we can find you one of those tuxes you like so much” Angella tried to bargain, but it would fail. Catra was in full aggro mode.

“Fuck you, this is my wedding and I’m gonna look like a goddamn fairy princess if I want to and I fucking want to”

Glimmer took a deep breath to prepare her nerves and finally walked into the tent. She found Angella trying her best to stay calm and collected while dealing with a Catra that was clearly nearing a meltdown “Boss, why don’t you go check on Casta? I can handle it from here”

“Ah yes, I should make sure she doesn’t dehydrate from all the crying” She got up and gave Glimmer a little pat on the shoulder “Good luck” she mouthed to Glimmer as she left. Great, now she was the one dealing with Catra losing her shit.

They both stared at each other in silence for a moment “So….how are you holding up?” Glimmer tried.

“How does it look like I’m holding up?”

Ok, bad start. She had to fix this mess “Catra, it will be fine. You-”

“No it won’t be fine. Have you any idea of in how many ways this could end badly? I do. I have been thinking about it all day” Catra shouted. Oh god there was no way to stop her now “It could start raining, I could fall and ruin my dress, my parents could show up. The list goes on”

Glimmer sighed “It’s gonna stay sunny all week, I’ve known you for five years and never seen you even stumble, and your parents don’t even know you’re getting married - which is weird and you should deal with that, but that is besides the point! - The point is that I’ve seen you and Adora salvage even the most absurd situations and if all that stuff does happen I know you two can handle it”

Glimmer didn’t even realize she had started clenching her fist mid speech, but it was adding the emphasys she needed, she wanted Catra to know how serious she was about her trust on her and Adora. So she was a caught a little off guard when Catra started laughing “Are you seriously pulling an ‘anime power of love’ speech on me?” Ok not the reaction she wanted, but at least she isn’t yelling anymore “Alright, Sparkles, I think I can handle it from here. Go check on Adora for me”

“Don’t worry, I had Bow check on her before coming here” Glimmer stated with certainty, but Catra’s raised eyebrow made her question that decision “Oh god, she is probably the one taking care of him now. Time to go save the bride, I guess” Catra laughed one more time, before turning back to her preparations. This was gonna be a big day and Glimmer would make sure it was perfect.

~~~

Catra may have had a meltdown or two or twelve in the last twenty four hours, but really who doesn’t have some of those before their wedding? This was all just a side effect of how meticulous and dedicated she was in every aspect of her life. She was clearly not just a pile of screaming emotions right now and maybe if she kept repeating all of this to herself she would stop freaking the fuck out. This was basically the most important day of her adult life and she wouldn’t let anyone get in the way of that, including herself.

She looked herself over in the mirror one last time. Even though she hated wearing that damn thing, she had to admit that she looked great in her new dress. Entrapta really outdid herself with this one. Turning a stealth uniform into a delicate wedding dress took some skill and the bouquet she was carrying didn’t look all that bad either, the flowers were chosen as a joke, but Perfuma still managed to make it fit everything else. Yeah, things were looking good, she didn’t have to worry so much about things, she would walk out there and marry the woman she loves.

Things stopped going according to plan the moment she stepped out of the tent. She was supposed to walk down the aisle on her own, but Angella was - for some reason - waiting for her, so she just lend her her arm and smiled like this was all part of the plan “What the fuck are you doing?” Catra whispered.

“Glimmer told me your family wasn’t gonna show up and I wanted to show you some support” Angella answered so quietly Catra could barely hear it. Catra was halfway through mentally listing all the possible insults towards Angella, but that had quieted her down.

“Thank you” Was all she had to say and continued to walk with her emergency mom.

Friends and family - mostly friends really - flanked them on either side. All dressed in RPG parodies of formal clothing, suits covered by capes, armored dresses and more pointless belts than a Final Fantasy character. They were all stood around them in no particular order, they were all great friends to the both of them so choosing a side seemed quite pointless - Adora’s twin brother, Adam, did sit on Catra’s side just to spite his sister - and atop the altar, by the lake, stood something breathtaking.

No, not the GM looking like they were ready to steal Kingdom Hearts, but a shaking, nervous Adora, trying so hard to look regal in her clothes and damn what were those clothes? That white and gold suit was already gorgeous, but of course Adora decided to be as extra as possible and just cover her entire right arm in golden plate armor. Catra could barely believe she was gonna spend the rest of her life with someone that beautiful and that dorky and by the look on Adora’s face she couldn’t believe it either.

After reaching the altar it took everything in her not to start crying immediately, but she managed. She was at least gonna get her vows out before breaking down in tears. “You may all sit down now” The GM had begun speaking “Dearly beloved, you’ve been summoned here today to witness these two nerds join together in holy matrimony” Catra could barely hear their speech, but knew it was probably snarky or silly, she was too busy looking at her beautiful bride in her beautiful suit and praying that this moment wasn’t all just a dream.

“I think you said you wanted to say your vows first” Adora whispered to her. Oh shit, did they get to that part already? Ok she practice this, she could handle it.

“A wise man once told me that ‘excellence is pure habit, we are what we repeatedly do’ I took that message to heart. Everything I did I put my all into it. My hobbies, my work and, most importantly, my relationships. Because being good at something and having a good relationship takes habit, takes repetition, it is something you have to practice everyday and everyday there has been nothing I’ve practiced more and that I’ll continue to practice more than loving you. Then if we really are what I repeatedly do, I promise you that for the rest of my life what I am, most of all, is this love I have for you”

She could hear Bow and Glimmer crying nonstop and could even see tears in Adora’s eyes. She wondered for a moment if this speech would’ve had the same effect if they knew the ‘wise man’ was a boss from a video game.

Adora had to take a few deep breaths to recover her composure and start taking her own vows “Hey, Catra” Adora began, getting a few laughs from the crowd and even from Catra “I’m not a good writer so bear with me for a second” she took another deep breath “Of all the dozens and dozens of campaigns that we played our characters always had one thing in common. We were always lost, no family or friends to help us and guide us through all the hardships in life, but they always had each other. In the end the only family they needed was each other. It was like this in Ravenloft, The Forgotten Realms, Halcyon City, Eberron and now it will be like this here. We’ll be there for each other through every celebration and through every hardship. This I promise to you”

Ok Catra could cry now, she really needed to cry now. Oh she was crying now and there was nothing she could do to stop it. “Are you okay, honey?” Adora asked her and Catra could do very little besides sob, so her answer was a little less coherent and controlled than she wanted “Fuck you! This is my wedding and I get to ugly cry as much as I want”

Adora smiled at her and Catra just wanted to cry even more now. She barely noticed Frosta approaching with their rings. Copper for Adora and Gold for Catra. Each matching the other’s color scheme. They were both shaking as they put the rings in each other’s hands.

The GM cleared their throat “If anyone objects to this union speak now-” She could see Adam getting up in the corner of her vision, please don’t let Adora’s stupid brother make a scene “and face one of the brides in combat” Adam immediately sat down “No one? Very well. Then by the powers vested in me by the internet I hereby declare you wife and wife. You may now kiss the bride”

It was a simple and chaste kiss, compared to all the others they had shared, but this one meant so much more. Their first kiss as a real couple “Are you feeling better now?” Adora asked and Catra could only nod “Good, let me handle things from here” She dipped Catra and gave her a much more passionate kiss. She was vaguely aware of the GM covering Frosta’s eyes.

“God, you’re so full of yourself right now” Catra said, laughing.

“I’m full of love” Adora punctuated with another kiss and now Catra had gone from uncontrollable crying to uncontrollable laughter.

“Come on, you dork, we have a whole day ahead of us” She straightened her self as best she could and looked into the small group of close friends and family “Listen up, who wants some Protection From Evil and Good?” she announced while waving her bouquet around and even though most didn’t get the joke, no one wasted time gathering close to the altar for a chance to grab that bouquet.

Catra turned around and tossed it with all her strength. Which was probably not a good decision, because it flew above everyone’s heads and straight towards Mermista. Catra wished she had a camera on her, both to capture the look of shock and horror on Mermista’s face and what she did next. Not even Mermista knew what kind of dumbass reflex took over her that moment, because she simply gave that bouquet the strongest kick of her life and sent it flying straight into the lake.

Everyone stood in stunned silence at what had just transpired. Mermista turning several shades of red as everyone stared at her in awe. “I’ll get it” Sea Hawk announced, taking off his shirt and diving into the lake. That was enough to turn the silence into rolling laughter. The crowd applauding as a very wet Sea Hawk emerged with the mostly ruined bouquet and a flower in his mouth for dramatic effect.

“I think Mermista and Sea Hawk just stole our wedding” Catra said, still in awe at the mess she just witnessed.

“Let’s go steal it back”

~~~

After the ceremony itself was done they had all retreated to a nearby ‘Authentic Old Inn’ that was one of the big selling points of this particular LARPing space. Catra had gone off to help with some last minute problems, while Adora decided this was a great moment to yell at her twin.

“You’re so dead, Adam. I don’t care how funny you thought that was gonna be. Even if the GM didn’t mention the duel I would still let Catra kick your ass”

“Relax, I was just messing with you and also Glimmer pulled me down the moment you looked at me” Adam laughed as he answered “I haven’t seen you in ages. This is just me making up for lost time”

Adora rolled her eyes “You are the worst” She didn’t completely mean it, but she was still gonna give him a hard time. She also had to make up for lost time after all.

“Now care to catch me up on this? Five years ago you were complaining that you would probably have to move just to avoid that ‘annoying bitch’ at the game store and now you’re married to her” God, Adora was regretting inviting him.

“First, only I get to call my wife that. She is a bitch and I love her, and second-” Her train of thought was disrupted by the sound of mic static. She turned around to see Catra awkwardly standing next to Sea Hawk’s DJ stand with a mic on her hand.

“Hey, Adora, I know this isn’t exactly what we had planned and this isn’t exactly what people expect from a first dance, but after all this time practicing it just felt wrong to celebrate all of this without me at least singing you something”

Adora was frozen in place as everyone around her opened up space for her. She couldn’t believe Catra was doing that, but she had no objections to any of it. Catra gave Sea Hawk a thumbs up and closed her eyes.

You make me breakfast in bed

When I'm mixed up in my head

You wake me with a kiss

I could get used to this

For a moment there was only Catra in her world, as she slowly walked towards her.

You think I look the best

When my hair is a mess

I can't believe you exist

I could get used to this

She took Catra’s hand in hers and pulled her close as she put down her microphone. “Oh you think just because you’re wearing a suit this time you’re gonna lead?” Of course Adora didn’t think that, they had practiced the whole dance with Catra taking the lead, but Adora didn’t mind letting Catra get her ego boost.

The song was fast and intense, there was plenty of spinning and dipping and lifting and by the end of it they would both be out of breath. In a really stupid way it kinda mimicked their relationship. Well, that was Catra’s excuse, but they both knew she really just liked the song.

When the song finally slowed down they were holding each other very close. The plating on her right arm was getting uncomfortable and she had really started sweating in that suit, but she didn’t care. Right now all she cared for was the woman in her arms and the feeling of their hearts beating so close together. Catra would absolutely hit her with The Pillow if she said any of that out loud...she should probably do that later tonight.

They parted just enough to look in each other’s eyes, just enough to talk to one another “Wanna skip all that other shit and go get something to eat? I’m fucking starving” Catra sure knew how to make a woman feel special.

“Thought you’d never ask. No one told me this would take so much time” They both laughed at the silliness of it all “Just hold on a second, I need to grab something” She was already eyeing that something and Catra was quick to pick up what that was.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to do that” Catra sighed, but Adora was already doing that. She grabbed the replica Sword of Protection off of the wall and started making her way to their wedding cake. Catra rolled her eyes “Let me help you with that. I don’t want you cutting your fingers off before our wedding night”

They huddled up close around the cake so they could both hold the sword. The cake was small and simple compared to the crazy stuff they usually saw on tv, but it was special. Sitting atop of it were the two miniatures Bow made for them for the Princesses of Power campaign. A mini She-ra and a mini Catra, holding hands - or the closest they could get without damaging the miniatures - Adora was trying her best not to accidentally cut into the miniatures, the table or herself, she really had to thank Catra for the help later.

Carefully they cut a small slice from the cake. Catra put it aside and grabbed the sword to cut Adora her own slice, but Adora stopped her. She started cleaning the frosting from the blade, just to wipe her hand clean on Catra’s nose, cheeks and lips. She looked shocked for a second, but Adora was quick to fix it, by kissing her several times until she had cleaned alway all the frosting.

Catra giggled as she hurled several colorful insults towards Adora. She didn’t mean a single one of them and Adora knew. “Alright, dumbass, I’m clean” she giggled a little more “now let me have a taste of it” then she gave Adora a long and deep kiss “Hmmm, strawberries”

Like that the celebrations went on. They would dance, kiss and be the most beautiful couple in one moment and then start poking fun at each other in the next. It was a nice and comfortable rhythm, the kind of stuff that came naturally with years of intimacy and caring for one another and though they both knew their hardships were far from over, they knew they could face it all as long as they were together.

[tumblunni]

I JUST REALIZED WHO THIS GUY’S JAPANESE VOICE REMINDS ME OF

Friggin Muchigoro from the sixth One Piece movie! The random half fish half plant probably some human in there somewhere dude who has a pet giant death goldfish and is generally the cutest man on earth

AND THEN THAT MOVIE INCREDIBLY TRAUMATIZED ME

Seriously i still cannot believe this movie even EXISTS, its such a bizarre form of..like..trolling you into accidentally watching a really good movie??? Posters and preproduction material and the art style and the actual name of the thing = “oh its a cute adventure about everyone playing goofy carnival games on carnival island im sure this villain Baron Carnival will absolutely not jumpscare me with something such as for example a sympathetic comic relief goldfish friend remembering that he’s already dead and reliving the process of drowning again while on dry land and you the viewer have to watch every second of it”

SERIOUSLY FUCKIN HELL I STILL MOURN YOU, MUCHIGORO

This film actually turned out to be a FUCKIN AMAZING lovecraftian horror thing where the Fun And Innocent Carnival Games slowly manipulate our heroes into bickering amoungst each other and pick them off one by one with just the excuse of ‘oh he totally abandoned you he wasnt really your friend after all’ (MEANWHILE THE ADORABLE REINDEER MASCOT IS GASPING FOR AIR AS HE’S PINCUSHIONED BY ARROWS IN THE BACKGROUND)

And then fuckin.. super fancy cute mr baron carnival man is actually sacrificing everyone who loses his carnival games to a fuckin terrifying evil spirit of the forest who’s fused to the flesh of his shoulder and whispering dark thoughts into his very bloodstream. And you get to see a fucked up abomination of twisted human flesh fused into a plant stem while our cute happy-go-lucky protagonist cries out that he has no reason to live now his friends are dead and its like WHAT THE ACTUAL JESUS FUCK IS HAPPENING

Oh and at the same time its SURPRISINGLY DEEP and evil carnival dude has a really sympathetic reason behind it all. You see, EVERYONE ELSE ON THE ISLAND IS DEAD! once upon a time he really was just a goofy cute carnival themed pirate dude with a big ol family of funny buddies. And then they all DIED HORRIBLY and this forbidden hellbeast made a pact with him to ressurect them if he murdered other people in return. Yes, everyone having adorable lil flowers and leafs on their head was DARK FORESHADOWING ALL ALONG

So that gets us back around to this super memorable goddamn character! Poor muchigoro!! he’s just a funny doofus who loves his pet fishie and also apparantly his boss. Like he’s really loyal and hero-worshippy to baron festival mc evilplanman, and baron festival mc evilplanman looks so goddamn GENUINELY FORLORN every damn second theyre together. There’s so many foreshadows where this dude is like ‘ha ha isnt every day wonderful when we’re together, im so happy you all enjoy these funny carnival games i made for you to all never be sad ever again’. *looks like he’s fuckin dying inside* jesus christ seriously are we really doing a plot about a suicidal man who lost everyone he ever loved and now he locks himself up with these fake illusions of what they used to be like, struggling with the fact he knows its wrong to kill others to sustain their life but he loves them so much he just cant stop himself AND WHO SAW THIS COMING FROM GODDAMN GOLDFISH HUGS BEANMAN

So yeah GOLDFISH HUGS BEANMAN is your first mega scarring moment hinting at the dark plot. He almost accidentally tells the heroes about whats going on, since he doesnt actually know he’s dead and ends up stumbling into a gap in his memory. And then the Ominous Forest Sentience just fuckin.. revokes his life permissions. Dude drops dead for getting too close to knowing the truth. Incredibly graphically. And then even worse is that he just reappears again later on, back in comic relief mode and apparantly unable to remember anything. He’s all “haha boss thats so weird i fell asleep on the job! I’m totally fine now tho!” and boss dude is like *bittersweet look* “i’m so glad i cant bear to see you without a smile on your face” *casually glances over the fact he just fuckin fed a guy’s soul to the dessicated corpse of his best friend and he just got back up”

And theres loads of equally depressing stuff with all the other equally adorable buddies!! There’s the ring toss attraction with a trio of adorable tiny elderly folks in funny frog costumes, this weird ice hockey/cooking competition combo game with a big scary buff dude who has a soft spot for bunny hair clips, and A LITERAL TEN YEAR OLD CHILD WHO WAS ALSO AMOUNGST THE DEAD

Oh goddd, Gappa is the one that traumatized me second much next to Muchigoro. He’s a cute kid in a goofy DJ costume but also he seems to be the one whose sense of self has most been eroded by becoming a soul-eating hellbeast? He’s introduced adorably trying to steal the hat of one of the protagonists cos he wants to be all cool fashion, and then suddenly out of nowhere his eyes go red and he murders the dude for saying no. And this wasnt even under orders from the boss dude or anything, boss dude just turns up to find the poor kid still staring off into space like he doesnt know what happened. He fuckin ate a dude’s soul and crushed the skull of his friend who tried to avenge him, and was pincushioned by a bunch of swords and just casually pulled them out of his ribcage. So he’s just sitting there disassociating the fuck out! “What did i just do, why did i do that, why did he cut me and i dont bleed?” And boss guy holds him and comforts him and tells him obvious lies about how he’s..just a very strong kid. He’s just such a great fighter that he totally must have dodged all that guy’s attacks. Don’t worry. And its such a brief scene but you get the sense that this must have happened a million times, the kid keeps accidentally ‘breaking’ people and getting close to realizing he’s a walking corpse and because of his father figure trying to shield him from the realization its just fucking up his mental state even more and he’s become the perfect host for the fuckin EVIL NIGHTMARE FOREST GOD THING

Anyway eventually we get to the final confrontation involving every one of our heroes being soul-nommed except one, and he’s barely able to drag his arrow-riddled body across the battlefield to keep on fighting. And the last you see of all the comic relief corpse dudes is them being confused why they feel so sleepy, and dropping to the floor one by one. You get the sense this whole thing is really fuckin desperate, the boss dude must have been running out of people to feed to the horrifying corpse machine and he’s had to deal with his friends slowly dying around him. And there’s this really messed up moment where all the heroes getting soul-nabbed is presented as a HAPPY MOMENT for the cute comic relief guys. You see them all come back to life and be like ‘yay another perfect day at perfect carnival island with all our very non dead friends!’ And then when the hero finally wins and saves everyone, its punctuated by a depressing note of all the funny dudes simultaneously vanishing into dust forever. leaving behind nothing but a bunch of plants growing out of a pile of empty clothes. Like the scariest damn part is how its left ambiguous whether the creepy ass forest god was even really capable of ressurecting the dead or if it was just puppeting a bunch of dolls and imitating what this man remembers of his dead friends. though the fact they were able to act on their own free will and almost mess up the plan sometimes would imply there’s at least some level of the original person still left there. but still theres also the whole freaky scene of Murder Child Does Not Remember Murdering All These People so..yeah. Horrifying ambiguity.

And then it just ends with poor boss carnival dude looking at his bloodstained hands desperately trying to hold together the dead corpse of this god that promised to keep his friends alive. He fuckin HOLDS INTESTINES IN HIS HANDS WHILE SOBBING! And what super extra sucks is that they dont give him any sort of resolution of getting to move on and atone now he’s free of that thing’s control. He just desperately tries to backstab the hero at the last moment cos he’s just so lost in grief for his friends, and thus ends up dying. And the last you see of him is him floating in the void while he hears the sound of the shipwreck that killed his friends so long ago, and fuckin CUTE VOICE OF FUNNYMAN MUCHIGORO welcomes him to the goddamn afterlife. While crying that he wishes his boss was able to move on without him and live a little longer instead.

END

CUE HAPPY CREDITS MUSIC

CUE EVERYONE IN THE AUDIENCE CRYING FOR THE NEXT TEN YEARS

i am sobbing into my keyboard just remembering this, seriously i dont even fuckin LIKE One Piece yet im somehow a giant fan of this one singular filler arc written by some other author. WHERE IS MY ENTIRE DAMN HUNDRED EPISODE ANIME ABOUT THIS PLOTLINE?? it has fuckin NOTHING to do with One Piece either, you coulda replaced the protagonists with the protagonists of any other anime and it woulda worked just as well. Its just like fuckin... Happy Anime Dudes Take A Brief Vacation To An Entirely Different Story About Horror Murder. like i know One Piece does have its own sad and deep stories sometimes but not EXISTENTIAL HORROR OF GOLDFISH FRIENDO

I NEVER EXPECTED TO BE TRAUMATIZED BY THIS ADORABLE BEAN BOY

rip muchigoro

...anyway i suppose i might be subconciously drawn to characters who have anything in common with him cos of the sheer PLEASE UNDO THE HELL YOU INFLICTED UPON THIS FUNNYMANS factor.

also I guess Mr Movien is kinda like his character design upside down. big head mode vs tiny head mode: FIGHT!!!

in conclusion i wish i had not remembered the tears of this

[sleepymarmot]

Twilight Mirage liveblog 5/5 (finale & post-mortem)

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Found a new shortcut to my heart: announcing your finale is going to be a mashup of The Quiet Year and Firebrands 

Why is it surpising that the Qui Err Coalition allies with the Waking Cadent? That was my first thought when Iota was making her speech! The Qui Err thinks the humans should leave, the Cadent thinks the humans should leave, sounds pretty compatible to me. 

What's the logic of “When Crystal Palace arrives, we will blow up this system”? It's not a bomb! But it will be in danger if a bomb goes off right next to it!

Oh no, Ali is doing the classic “shoot yourself in the foot on purpose” move

I don't get how Grand Magnificent got promoted from “got paid once to retire” to “is trusted to do actual missions for Advent”

Why the hell does Gig want to kill Ballad

The players keep underestimating how “horny” the scenes in Firebrands are and Austin is increasingly exasperated 

I would like to thank Jack from the bottom of my heart for choosing dance as a framing for making contact with Grand. Also I completely lost it at “there are talons on my shoulder”

I must have missed something, what's so bad about the Splice and Our Profit that everyone's so excited to fuck them over? The Mirage is made a renewable resource, right, so the Splice isn't a drain on anything?

The Echo-Ballad scene is so frustrating that I can't even feel appropriately bad about it! Come on Echo, just help Grand go back to Advent as an undercover spy, it doesn't have to be a competition this time!

I still don't understand Independence II… How do you send your new very conspicous and recognizable design to friends in rival factions without blowing your cover 

The timeline here is really weird… Echo rescues Grand and brings Ballad with them, Ballad calls off his people, Grand sends out his new mech design… And a week later, Grand's still on Qui Err territory having a friendly lunch with its leader? If going back is still an option, how is that going to look without making Advent seem like total idiots? Ah, it's only a day after? Okay…

I'm very glad the Volition problem was solved so peacefully!

5 minutes later: “Quire could die!” How about no??! I was so busy preparing to mourn Volition. I am completely unprepared to lose Quire just like that.

Memorious was alive and also an axiom worm this whole time? Wut

Fuck, do we need another opportunity to kill off Ballad?! This list of NPCs is making me very nervous, I don't want any of them to die… As soon as they said “tactical skirmish” I started screaming internally and likely won't stop until it is over… Wow, Ali, that was cold Oh no, Keith is really on a mission to murder Ballad

Grand how could you bring a bomb to Christmas dinner what the hell RIP bird leader / avian boss, he had an amazing unique voice and, in my head, a really cool cartoony design

Thanks for 9.5 hours of fun. Now I guess it's time for the 4 hour long brutal and heartbreaking final boss encounter

Full offence Gig, but I wouldn't log off even the real internet for lawn games

Signet fucking saved everyone single-handedly, twice. Two biggest threats. Incredible. What is the rest of the game even about

Seriously, do the players know something about Advent that I don't?! Otherwise please stop calling your cheesy space mafia “nazis”

I've been waiting for Even and Cascabel stealing time together since the beginning of the finale! For 11 hours! Finally! This finale is in dire need of more romance content I like that everyone immediately starting dragging all Bioware games at once

I don't see how a secular virtual reality is more of a “weird cult” than an augmented reality in which people maintain an actual religion worshipping the union of human and synthetic life for 30k years. Can we not do the hypocrisy again please. Why is it okay for the Divine Fleet to build their own take on utopia but when the NEH does it's portrayed as a threat and all characters treat it with suspicion and contempt

OK all these ideological debates are fine and dandy but people really should ask more practical questions like “you don't have to rush, why don't you just go back to the previous eco-friendly methods we have previously agreed upon” Glad Fourteen won, but ideologically, as you can guess from this entire liveblog, I'm with Our Profit

I don't like how Tender started with the intention of attacking Our Profit / the Splice but very much like how it somehow turned into her offering to help them and solve everyone's problems in one move

Grand Magnificent building a pseudo-Divine to blind the Crystal Palace with the power of bullshit is the ideal happy ending for him

Good on everyone for doing the best possible things with the Divines, except for the DFS for managing to do every possible bad thing simultaneously!!! My dislike of that faction is vindicated but at what cost Oh god it's even worse 

“Echo Reverie, who knew well both the value and the cost of violence, and who dreamt powerfully of peace” is such a beautiful and concise summary of their character arc God I just love how organically Echo and Gig's arcs led them to help a decolonized society lead independent, peaceful and joyful lives

A new Fleet with a healthier relationship between the Divines and everyone else is nice, thank you Signet

Oh my god, the ending titles are Gig interviewing everyone, that's so sweet!!! Really the perfect sentence to end this campaign with.

(I feel like a jerk mentioning it but… Whenever there's music overlayed with the voice track, it's almost always too loud and I have to strain my ears to hear the words… It's been like that since season one. Am I really the only one with this problem?!) 

Whew! Hard to believe this long, long listening experience is over. I have mixed feelings: sometimes it was exciting or inspiring, sometimes it was fun but I felt I could as well be doing something else, sometimes I listened to the outro and thought “this music and the montage for it in my head right now make me feel so much more than the episode I just heard”, and sometimes the ideology of the narrative or characters'/players' opinions and actions clashed enough with my worldview enough to poison the entire experience. What's new is that, unlike the previous arcs, I didn't have an urge to shake my friends and yell at them “you absolutely must listen to this!” and that made me sad. But that might be just me getting used to this show and taking its good features for granted.

Post-mortem

Oh god, the production of the final sequence sounds like absolute nightmare

Thanks for validating me with the speech about the Fleet's lack of engagement with its “original sin”, Austin 

Thanks, Janine, I hate it! This religion didn't need to get any creepier!

Yes tell us how many ears Tender has! I need to know!! Tender's fursona is the Russian food cat?! Amazing The livestream practically starts with googling animal pictures. Classic

Honestly Echo's disability was barely noticeable to me as a listener… There wasn't a lot of visible difference between the way they accessed the mesh and other PCs did, and after the nanites did activate, I don't think it was ever brought up again…

Yeah I'm genuinely upset that Tender and Fourteen didn't get together, by the way! Or at least have an overt romantic storyline! Give me that sweet sweet PC/PC romance my soul is starving Like I get what Jack is saying about the value of depicting friendship and normally I'd be on his side but 😭 😭 😭 On the other hand I didn't know Echo/Grand was a thing (And now feel kind of bitter it got more official endorsement than my ship that has more canonical foundation) This universe is actually about Austin inventing NPCs who have crushes on Keith's characters and then Keith pointedly avoiding the subject How could anyone forget about Tender's wild fangirling over Waltz lmfao

Austin calmly talking of all these things I screamed about above like “yeah that's what I intended”. Like on the one hand I'm glad, but on the other why couldn't you make it less frustrating to listen to

The rehabilitation theme is another thing that is present thematically but was not discussed on screen enough imo. One thing my mind kept returning to re: Contrition's Figure was the question of forgiveness for serious crime, personal boundaries and principles, and the policy of not disclosing the inmates' crimes. I imagine a survivor of rape or abuse wouldn't want to share space with someone who did the same kind of crime that hurt them. Even if they wouldn't be made to interact, of course, but what if that person believes those kind of people don't deserve rehabilitation at all? What if they reject that system on principle? You often encounter seemingly serious statements like “abusers/rapists/nazis should die”, especially lately. I've heard that about “fascists” (which is a separate issue) in this very campaign. Where do people with these opinions go in a utopia? Do they not exist? Do people who commit horrific crimes not exist either? Because I was listening to that arc and thinking “What if one of those undisclosed crimes was csa or serial murder or something like that? Would I be expected to shake hands and play chess with that criminal? How could I rehabilitate, heal, re-socialize, learn to trust in a space where anyone I meet could be Shrodinger's rapist?” And that leads to the bigger question of what a utopia is. Is it a better society – or better human nature? If latter (and Austin said so) – then to what extent? Because the theoretical people who are so much more advanced than us that they are, en masse, incapable of extreme cruelty, must also differ from our generation with their entire psychology. And a psychology so different would be unimaginable, unplayable, and would not provide necessary dramatic conflict or antagonistic characters. Which is why most alien characters in most stories, including this one, are just humans in silly costumes or prosthetics.

Oh dear god, that must be the heaviest personal story yet… But I understand better what Declan's Corrective was about.

Oh I've been definitely thinking about static utopias vs utopias of process while listening! When I wrote at some point that they made me stop and consider what a utopia is, it was one of the things I meant.

Yeah, sure, in our world the Splice would be terrible because of the existing power dynamics. But that's a Counter/weight story! Twilight Mirage and the Divine Fleet have been about the technologies and ideas that could have been, or were, used to terrible ends, but miraculously, we got to see them used in good faith with genuinely good intentions and good results. Divines have been all kinds of threats over the ages, and yet the Fleet managed to build a community around them that was a small paradise for 30,000 years. So why do the NEH and the Splice not get the same benefit of the doubt? Why is narrative not treating them with the same respect? Why are they always a threat? Why isn't there a major, likeable NPC whose life was enriched by the Splice to the extent that it is central to their identity, who could be our advocate for that point of view? Why are some powerful and potentially infinitely dangerous things, like Divines or religion itself, shown as more valid than others? And don't tell me that our player characters are from the Fleet – none of them are Qui Err either, and yet by the end it is a respected, lovingly portrayed player faction.

Oh, and also, speaking of the Splice's dangers, and what would have made it dangerous in the real world – one of the things that bothered me about it was that these dangers weren't actually described and addressed in the show properly! Probably at least in part because this techology is so magical it's hard to codify how it works. If it gives an indefinite amount of time, how do you sync up all these infinite amounts of timelines? Whenever anyone logs in to visit Tender, how do they know if it's been a day for her, like in the real world, or a hundred years? (Oh and by the way, I waited in vain for the explanation for these strange duplicities and possible time anomalies; what was going on with Ache and Acre?) If opposing the Splice and the NEH were about solving specific problems with the Splice, I would be all for that!

But yeah, I really do appreciate “processes that self-regulate and address their own issues”, how the story and specifically the finale were about the work of building a better world. I like the finale especially because it shows the social processes more clearly; TM's lack of a faction game and its focus on “bigger picture” was palpable, so I was happy to see again that aspect of the show I think is really good and unique. At first I thought it was anticlimactic that the main threats of the finale were solved so easily, early, and pretty much single-handedly. And, indeed, in a tv show that would have looked pretty strange (and require some rewriting, because with how it went down, Signet should have been the sole protagonist from the start lol). But on the other hand, it gave a lot of space and focus to what the whole story has been about: building a better society and future. Not just saving it from an external threat and drawing the curtain on that – but making sure the world we won is the one we want to live in. Preserve the environment! Decolonize the land! Shut off the tyrannical prophecy machine! And that's a good thing, and from my perspective very characteristic of this show. Before it, I didn't even know there were games about building and preserving communities and addressing civil issues! For years I thought “Well, stories of adventure are fun, but they don't address the real issues”, but turns out, there are people and systems that at least try to combine both. And that's a thought I can find comfort in, even if the specific choices of this campaign make me frustrated sometimes.

“I also tried to move away from violence this season and ended up making an arms manufacturer”

Somehow the end of the post-mortem feels sadder and more final than the end of the show proper

[carolunea-matea]

Put Me In Coach

Chapter Ten

“Well?” Amber nudged.

“I just… after I got out of the shower. I needed him to touch me. I needed to feel his hands, so I asked him to help me with my lotion. Then he brought me to orgasm just by playing with my nipples,” Lunea blushed, “After I got dressed, he led me through jerking him off.”

“Daaaamn! Guess you are starting to feel better?”

“I slept through the night, Frankie! Not one nightmare!”

“Well that deserves a toast! Wine any one?”

Frankie and Lunea both raised their hands.

“Lunea, while Amber gets the wine, come see my room. It’s so amazing” Frankie pulled Lunea to her room.

“Amber and I decided to each take one of the bedrooms and make them our own since it’s just us now. What do you think?”

Frankie’s room was a sea of blues. All different shades of the calming color. Plush blankets and a cozy bed.

“Frankie it’s beautiful! It’s like I’m under water! I love it!”

“Thanks! That’s what I was going for. I always loved the water, so when given the opportunity…” She motioned around the room.

“Drinks are served!” Amber walked in and handed her friends each a glass of wine, “To Lunea making it through the night without a nightmare!”

They clinked their glasses together and drank.

“My turn! Come, come! We will go through the bathroom,” Amber pulled Lunea behind her.

The bathroom that was once stark white, now had a beach theme.

“You guys combed through my damned warehouse, didn’t you? I remember when this stuff came in,” Lunea laughed.

“That we did! I saw it when balancing the stuff from Alexandria last week and asked Negan if we could use it,” Frankie explained.

“Helps to have friends in the right places,” Lunea teased.

“Come on! My room,” Amber threw open the door and Lunea walked into a peaches and cream paradise. Pale oranges and creamy whites were accented with onyx black.

“Wow! You both have completely changed this place. Seriously. Everything is so cozy and relaxing now. I’m so happy for both of you. You deserve this.”

Lunea looked dreamily at the blankets.

“Maybe I’ll ask Negan if I can re-do my room. I’m going to have to go back to it soon.”

“Why would you… oooh the sharing thing. You crossed the line and now…” Amber began.

“Now I have to separate myself from him before it gets harder. I’m afraid I’m already falling. I can’t let it get out of control,” Lunea looked sad as she finished her wine.

“Ok come on! We are supposed to be having fun! I can’t quite jump around and dance yet, but I can sing. Let’s get some music going while I refill our glasses! First, I need to pee! If you will excuse me,” Amber put her glass down in the common area and swiped the walkie in the process. When she was sure Lunea couldn’t over hear anything, she radioed Negan.

“Negan? Come in”

“What’s wrong? Fuck, I’m down the hall I’m…”

“Negan, relax! She’s fine. We’re fine. I just think it time you told her. She is already planning on moving back into her room because of today.”

“Of fucking course, she is! Little fucking pain in my ass! I should have seen this coming. Ok. I will talk to her tonight.”

Negan looked up at Simon and Eugene, “Get a team together. Move the rest of Ribbon’s personal shit to my room and all of her work shit to my office. Then get all the Lieutenants. Tomorrow we remind Rick and his band of merry fucking cocksuckers why you don’t fuck with The Saviors.”

“Got it Boss!”

They were having fun drinking, dancing around, and singing. The music was blasting. They didn’t notice Negan standing in the doorway chuckling to himself. He had Lucille slung on his shoulder. Eyes twinkling.

When the song ended, he stepped into the suite.

“Damn fucking glad you girls are having a good time. It’s fucking dick hardening seeing you all laughing! I really hate to break up the festivities, but I think it’s time we had a talk.”

Lunea looked nervous but Frankie and Amber were smiling.

“Have a seat ladies,” Negan waited for them all to sit down before continuing, “Amber, Frankie, you have both been loyal as fuck and amazing fucking Wives. Thank you, for everything. When, Ribbons here showed up you welcomed her. You didn’t get jealous or act like fucking psychotic whores. Especially when you found out we fucked. You were there by her side through all the fucked-up shit. You have her laughing again. Means the entire fucking world to me as she is my entire fucking world. As we have discussed, you are now officially released from your duties as my wives. You and your families will remain under the protection of The Saviors as long as you wish. I have also arranged a generous amount of point compensation to your families’ accounts. You two have jobs now and will remain off the point system.”

Both girls were grinning ear to ear and looked at their friend. Lunea’s mouth was open in shock.

“Did you just say that I’m your world?”

“No, I fucking didn’t. I said that you are my ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD. I want you to permanently fucking move into my quarters. I want to share my office with you. I want to show you how it feels to be safe every day of your fucking life. I want to be with just you. And I sure as fuck want you to be with only me,” he took a deep breath and looked into her eyes that were glistening with unshed tears, “Just Please fucking tell me that you want that too.”

“Put Lucille down,” she said not moving from her seat.

“What?!”

“Put. Lucille. Down.”

Negan looked at her slightly confused as he leaned Lucille against the wall. As soon as his fingers left the bat Lunea was on him. She jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. Taking his face in her hands she kissed him. Kissed him like she had wanted to for months. As soon as she felt his arms circle her waist pulling her even tighter against him, she deepened the kiss. Pouring all her feelings into it. Negan moaned into her mouth. When she finally pulled back, he was laughing. So were Amber and Frankie.

“I’m going to take that as a yes, Ribbons?”

“No, that was a ‘Oh god, fuck yes! Of fucking course that is what I fucking want!’”

“Ok, ok! We don’t need to watch you two go at it! We also need to get ready for yoga. So, split it up you two!” Amber was laughing.

“Oh shit! Is it that late already? Fuck! Yeah, I have to go change! Walk me back?” Lunea asked Negan with a pout.

“Try to fucking stop me!” Negan grabbed Lucille and turned to walk out of the room.

“Negan! Put me down!”

“I don’t fucking think so!”

Lunea laughed and waved to her friends.

Negan started kissing her neck on the way back to their room.

“Negan! Stop! You’re going to get me all fucking wet and I don’t have time to do anything about it!”

“That sounds like a real sad fucking problem, Ribbons.”

“Coach!” She giggled.

“Ok, ok! But I’m coming to yoga again. Can’t get enough of watching you fucking contort and shit!”

They got back to the room and Negan gave her one last soul shaking kiss before putting her down.

“Go change! I’ll be waiting…”

Lunea ran into the bathroom and pulled off her jeans, tank top, and bra. She walked out to grab her yoga clothes with a devilish grin on her face.

“Ribbons, what are you trying to do to me?” Negan groaned from the bed.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she replied while bending down grab her pants out of the bottom drawer.

“Ribbons, you’re being a bad bad girl.”

Lunea pulled her pants and sports bra on before replying, “But it feels so so good!”

She ran to the closet to grab a hoodie.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Lunea, fucking gorgeous.”

“Not so bad yourself, Coach! Now let’s go! We have to meet Frankie and Amber at their room.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.

“Helllllooooo! You guys ready?” Lunea called into their suite.

Frankie and Amber walked out of their rooms dressed and ready to go.

“Look at you! You’re beaming! There is no way you had time to fuck,” Amber teased.

Negan let out a roar of laughter.

Lunea blushed, “No, I’m just really happy!”

“Yeah she happy as a pig in shit over teasing poor ol Negan. Walking around in nothing but panties knowing I couldn’t do anything!”

“Oh, poor ex-hubby! Whatever will you do” Frankie teased.

“Clearly I am outnumbered here. Let’s get a move on, ladies.”

The three women laughed as Lunea took Negan’s hand again turning to place a kiss on his shoulder.

When the four of them walked into the room everyone fell silent. Everyone dropping to their knees for Negan.

“As you were.”

The room remained quiet as everyone took in the sight before them. Negan and Lunea sharing a sweet kiss before she moved to grab a spot next to Amber and Frankie.

“Ok! Welcome back, Amber we are glad to have you back! And welcome Frankie, glad you decided to join us!” Blake called from the front of the room.

The women smiled back at her.

“Ok let’s begin…”

Lunea glanced back at Negan one last time before starting the pose. He was leaned against the wall again and shot her a wink.

“Great job again tonight! I’ll see you all in the morning,” Blake dismissed the class.

Lunea, Frankie, and Amber walked back to Negan.

“Unless you ladies have something planned, I’m gonna take this hot little lady here to bed.”

All three laughed and looked at each other.

“I don’t know, ladies, do we have any plans,” Lunea teased.

“Hmmmm, I think we might have. Do you remember, Frankie?”

Negan scooped Lunea up and threw her over his shoulder before grabbing Lucile off the wall next to him.

“Ok, I’m taking her to bed now. Have a wonderful fucking night ladies.”

“Goodnight!!” Lunea called while laughing.

Chapter 9   Chapter 11

Master List

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@collette04

[buffster]

Somnambulist (ATS 1.11) has

This is part of my ongoing Buffyverse Project, where I write notes/meta for every episode in an attempt to better understand the characters and themes of the shows. You can find the BTVS list here and the ATS list here. Gifs are not mine.

I’m a little embarrassed I didn’t know Somnambulist=sleepwalker. This episode was one of my favorites of the season. It had a Criminal Minds aspect to it and we get to delve into Angel’s past some more. Also, there’s Jeremy Renner.

Angel is having dreams he’s murdering humans. I like that the show reminds us of what Angel is and won’t let us get too comfortable viewing him as the Knight in Shining Armor. Angel has a darkness to him that we continue to revisit. We also check in with AI as a business:

Wesley:  Quiet all around then. Well, I’ll keep myself available. The situation can only escalate. We made a most effective team, I felt. Vanquishing that empathy demon in such short order.

Cordelia: Yeah, well, nobody gauged out my eyes, so I’m happy.

Wesley: Yes, most effective. Your cryptic visions, Angel’s brawn, my *highly* developed powers of deduction rounding out…

Wesley’s desperation for a purpose and a team make me love him so much. Angel and Cordelia aren’t exactly rolling out the welcome mat but just assume he’ll stick around. 

Kate: Our suspect will be a white male.  To the observer he will not seem a monster.  His victims put up little or no struggle, so it’s likely that he is charming, attractive, but at his core he is a loner. Possibly a dual personality, who once the crime has been committed, retains no memory of the act. He will not view his victims as subhuman, rather it’s himself that he views as something other than human, more than human, a superior species. It’s unlikely that he’ll be married though he may have recently come off a long-term relationship that ended badly.  We look for a precipitating event in cases such as this, and a painful breakup is always at the top of the list. Prior to failing this relationship may have marked an inactive period in our suspects life. He would have regarded it as a lifeline, his salvation, but once ended, it resulted in his recidivism.  -  What is not in question is his experience. He’s been doing this for a very long time, and he will do it again.

Like I said, very Criminal Minds. The camera continues to pan to Angel as Kate delivers the profile, reminding us how all of these things apply to him. I didn’t think we got enough explanation on how it applied to the actual murderer, though. I thought the line about a dual personality was interesting, given I sometimes theorize Angel doesn’t remember everything Angelus did because he doesn’t want to. Angel likes to keep himself split into two personas so he doesn’t have to face his darkest parts. 

Wesley: While executing my duties as Watcher in Sunnydale, I did extensive research.  Specifically on Angel, given his uncomfortable proximity to the Slayer.

Cordelia: He looked pretty comfortable to me.

Wesley:  When I saw this story today it rang chillingly familiar.  So I reacquainted myself with certain facts, confirming, I’m sorry to say, my grim suspicions.  In the late 1700s it was Angelus’ custom to ‘sign’ his victims by carving a Christian cross into their left cheek. He liked to let people know he’d been there.

Cordelia: Okay, you get to leave now. - You’re not gonna come in here and accuse Angel like this.

Wesley: Cordelia.

Cordelia: No!  I don’t care how many files you have on all the horrible things he did back in the powdered wig days!  -  He is good now.  And he’s my friend.  And nothing you or anyone else can say will make me turn on a friend!

Angel: Cordelia. He’s right.

Cordelia: You’ll stake him and I’ll cut his head off.

After Angel admits he’s enjoying the nightmares I don’t see how anyone can clearly break Angel into Angel vs. Angelus and not see the blurred lines. 

Wesley: You’ve got to make it tight.

Cordelia: Like I need instructions from you. - My glamorous LA life, I get to make the coffee and chain the boss to the bed.  I’ve got to join a union.

After a night of keeping Angel chained up they discover he’s not the killer. But we get another flashback where he learns who is and it’s a rare chance to see Liam in Angelus. He forced his old vampire protégé to feed on his own family. Guy’s practically got a neon sign saying I’ve Got Issues.

Angel: Family blood is the sweetest.

It seems Angel’s got avoidance issues. Whether it’s booze, the horrors Angelus got up to, Buffy, or doing the dark avenger thing, Angel likes his distractions. 

Angel discovers Penn is reliving the murders they once committed together. 

Angel: Try cheesy hack.  Look at you.  You’ve been getting back at your father for over 200 years.  It’s pathetic and cliched.  

What Angel misses is that he is the father Penn’s been getting back at. I thought it was interesting that Angel obviously sought out men with issues similar to his own. Another sign of Liam lingering in Angelus.

Kate finally learns of the supernatural side of L.A. 

Kate: Angelus. Isn’t that what he called you? Angelus? I looked it up. It’s all right there. The demon with the face of an angel. A particularly brutal bastard by all accounts. Oh, and no, you can’t come in.

I have to wonder where Kate got ahold of a book on Angelus so quickly. Weren’t Giles books, I don’t know…special books, or something? Is there just a standard book in every library detailing Worst Vampires Ever with Angelus and Spike entries? Anyway, she and Angel confront the killer and take him down. In the end she decides not to kill Penn and Angel in one stroke. She still has hope despite all she’s learned.

I thought the importance of Cordelia and Wesley being willing to kill Angel was interesting. He’s trying to be involved in humanity as Doyle suggested, but the relationship can never get so close they can’t turn on him if necessary. Kind of sad. 

Character Notes:

Angel: He signed his victims with a cross to mock God. He has a connection to the people he’s sired and that’s why he’s been dreaming Penn’s experiences.

Kate Lockley: She makes another reference to being interested in Angel, which he again ignores. 

[volbeast]

Power of Persuasion (Part 1)

(First fic in 2000 years hell yeah son >:3c b lease forgive if it’s horribly written |D)

It’s also posted on my blog page here qwq

Thanks to @erujayy for beta-reading! ;o;

Summary: Black Hat is a busy man…demon…thing and requires Flug’s assistance to meet with a few clients on his behalf. Unfortunately, Flug doesn’t have the… persuasive eldritch abilities of his boss. Black Hat remedies this… temporarily.

[Caution: Fic contains descriptions of gore/body horror]

Flug looked across the large mahogany desk at the shadowed figure of his boss. His back was turned to the scientist as he adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt and began tying his tie; a halo of red light filtering around him through the tinted window.

He might’ve thought it looked pretty cool had he not been shaking in anxiety at this very moment, absolutely terrified of what his boss just asked of him.

This was insane! Black Hat couldn’t be serious, Flug barely left the lab, let alone the mansion! And what’s worse, he expected the scrawny scientist to meet with some of the world’s most terrifying villains? No way. He can’t even talk to his own boss without stuttering! And now was no exception.

“Sir, please! I-I can’t sell to those…those types of people…they’ll laugh! And kick me out! Or-or worse!” He didn’t want to think too hard about the ‘or worse’ part, his anxiety would remind him of those things later.

“If you don’t, you’ll have me to worry about!” The top-hatted demon hissed, “Now quit your sniveling and go find more presentable attire. You can’t go out in those awful lab clothes while you’re representing my glorious self~!” The demon finished with his tie and cackled like he’d said something funny. Flug didn’t find it quite as amusing. He was petrified at the thought.

He had to find a way to swing this as a disadvantage to Black Hat, it’s the only way he’d let him off the hook…

“S-sir, what if they kidnap me? Or k-kill me? Surely you need me here, making weapons for you! For the company!” Flug could think of no greater cost to his boss than the loss of weapons production and profit. Thankfully they were tied to his ability to be working. And alive.

Black Hat stopped fiddling with his cufflinks and stood rigid. Flug swallowed loudly but continued at risk of facing his boss’ own wrath, “Be-Besides…they will check me for weapons, I won’t be able to fight back should something…happen…” He trailed off quietly, knowing full well Black Hat was debating the most painful non-lethal torture method with which to punish him for insubordination.

The response Flug got was surprising, to say the least.

“Fine.”

“Th-thank you sir! I-”

Flug’s relief was cut off by his boss turning around with an absolutely devilish look on his face. One look at that broad toothy grin told Flug he was in for something very very bad. He shook in place as Black Hat skirted the side of the desk toward him.

“You’re right~ In this state, you’re far too…squishy. Easily broken. Not to worry… I can fix that.” The demon purred. He snatched Flug’s hand, earning a squeak from the scientist, and began rolling up his own sleeve. Underneath Flug saw the skin turn pink and fleshy, and -oh god- something roiling and writhing beneath his boss’ skin. His heart pounded and he instinctively tried to pull away from Black Hat’s grip.

“Quit struggling you idiot!” Black Hat snapped, yanking Flug back toward what he knew was quickly becoming a nightmare. A thin tendril of flesh burst from the arm holding him, and then another…and another. Oh god, Flug hated this portion of Black Hat’s physiology. A simple tooth filled mouth formed on the largest protrusion, seeming to smile in anticipation, and detached from its host, slithering onto Flug’s arm.

The scientist shut his eyes, feeling queasy and waited for the pain. When nothing happened immediately, he cracked one eye open…

…Just in time to see the thing slice through his glove and burrow into his flesh.

With a gargled cry of pain, Flug scrambled backward, Black Hat releasing his grip and allowing the paper-bagged lackey to fall flat on his back. Blood began to pool inside his long glove as Flug lay slightly dazed, he focus on the strange sensation forming inside his body. It was like he could feel…whatever the hell his boss spawned, slithering down his arm to his core, before it branched out and began sliding tendrils throughout his whole body.

He was going to be sick. The doctor squirmed wildly as a myriad of sensations began overloading his body. Most of which were pain as the…parasite took hold of his nervous system, and then what felt like his entire form.

Breathing heavily as the pain dulled slowly, he mustered enough will to rip off his glove -despite the stinging still in the entry wound- to see what the damage was. The quarter-sized hole in his arm oozed blood and…some kind of black substance.

Flug glanced up at Black Hat, his boss was smiling smugly, enjoying Flug’s pained writhing on the floor. When he returned his goggled eyes to his wound, he realized he was both looking down and up at himself.

Wait…what?

An eye, grown from the affected area on his arm, had added to his field of vision. He shrieked out of surprise and watched the eye disappear back into his skin, knitting his wound back together completely, like nothing had happened.

“What…what did you do to me?” He managed, still focused on his blood-soaked -yet completely fine- arm. He pressed a thumb to the area. No pain whatsoever.

“Congratulations! You’ve been granted some of my glorious abilities~” The sharply dressed creature admired his claws, “it should last you through all the clients I have lined up for you to meet.” He cackled, before turning a serious eye to Flug, “And of course you know, this gracious gift of mine should not be used to turn against me. Right, Doctor?” Flug noted the flex of his claws added emphasis to the statement.

“Of-of course Sir! I would never-”

“Good, now go get ready, I’m sending for a limo to pick you and the client up in 30 minutes.” He turned away again and strode to the wardrobe, grabbing his favorite long dress coat. Flug was just about to scurry out the door when Black Hat stopped him once more, “Oh, and Flug?”

“Yes…Sir?”

“I expect all our potential clients buy something. Today. Now that you have the means to…loosen their pocketbooks.” Flug nodded even though he filled further with dread, and practically ran out of Black Hat’s office. His fear agitated the thing inside him, he could’ve vomited at the pulsing sensation it created, connected to every cell in his body it seemed.

He’d have wanted to analyze it further if he had time. Or the will. Honestly, he would’ve chalked this one up to the black magic his boss was capable of wielding had it not been for the fact it seemed to be interfering with his own biology. Instead, he opted to make a beeline straight for his room, after all, he was under a time constraint.

Flug assumed by ‘more presentable’ his boss wanted no less than formal dress, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out Black Hat has an affinity for gala attire. He sifted through his closet to find all the fixings; old vest, dress pants and a long sleeved button down shirt.

He undressed in silence, becoming more and more aware of the crawling under his skin as he exposed it, first his lab coat and favorite plane themed t-shirt. Flug was about to remove his only remaining glove when a sharp tingling erupted in his hand. Moments later, black claws burst through the fingertips.

Well…that was one pair of gloves ruined.

Fancy how Black Hat gives him hell powers and neglects to teach him how to use them. However, the being inside him seemed to move in tandem with the doctor’s will at least, and after a few moments of hard thought, he got the claws to recede back from where they came. Musing momentarily how strange it was that he felt no pain in either action. It was no doubt the handiwork of the eldritch entity taking up residence inside him.

Finishing the task at hand, Flug gave himself a quick glance in the mirror. Not too bad, though he wished fervently he could wear his prized flight jacket for comfort on this endeavor. It might’ve helped ease the anxiety that was already coming in waves as he exited his own personal corner of hell.

Black Hat waited on the front porch, surveying the suburban surrounding to his mansion. He laughed to himself about what Flug could only imagine being a plot to burn the happy neighborhood to the ground.

“There you are, you’re late,” the demon finally noticed him. Flug knew full well he’d gotten here in record time, but dared not argue with his boss. “No matter~ how are you enjoying the feeling of ultimate power hmmm doctor?”

It felt like violent to severe nausea. “Oh, um, great sir.” Obviously, Black Hat would neither know nor care how Flug felt about it. This was his biology trying desperately to mesh with tentacle demon biology, of course things weren’t going to work 100%.

“Good, good~ Ah! There’s your ride,” Black Hat was darkly giddy, a frightening combination if you knew him, “Don’t forget, sell…or else~” His visible eye glowed as he grinned.

Flug couldn’t possibly forget.

The young scientist opened up the monogrammed gate and stepped out. He glanced over his shoulder at the manor. His boss had vanished. No doubt gone the way of the shadows to meet with the other half of the clients on his agenda.

The sun was just setting, casting the manor in complete silhouette, a looming threat to the entire city. Hard to believe he worked there. The scrawny and still paper-bag clad Flug approached the limo, the driver, in grim attire opened the door for him. This was no doubt a confidential villain-only type service, all the better to conduct dastardly business under the cover of night.

He sat down and the driver closed the door behind him. He shook as it became final, he was going to have to persuade multiple clients to buy from him. He couldn’t even persuade himself out of a paper bag! All this just amplified his anxiety as he waited for yet more eldritch style formations to spring from his body in response to his nervousness.

One way or another…this was going to be an interesting night.

[starhoodies]

My trip to the KH World Tour Orchestra!

(I took these two with me LOL)

Hi guys! Whew today was a long day for me! Emotions are still raw, but I have so much I wanted to share from this concert! I have a few photos and I wanted to tell you guys all about the music, visuals, merch, seeing Shimomura and Nomura on stage, ect!

So the drive to LA was full of traffic and the theater's parking was a nightmare to navigate through but oh my god it was so worth it to be there. 

I grew up with Kingdom Hearts but I was too young to be apart of the times where cosplayers were super frequent and hype was ramped up as much as it was mid-2000s, so it was so amazing to finally be in a room...full of KH fans for once. 

Once I was in the lobby for the showing, I was able to get my hands on some merch just 10 minutes before the thing started! LOL They had CD’s (they were sold out when I asked ahhh TvT), Kingdom Keyblade conductor batons, shirts, show guides and ticket pouches.

This is what I got! All of it coming to about $130 LOL 

I’ve got some (pretty bad) shots of the guide if ya’ll were interested! There’s interviews as well as character bios and snippets from all the games. Helps to get caught up if you’ve missed a game OR all of them if you’re like my mother.

So once we got settled into our seats (Mum and I were at the back of the pit! So we were right near the show!) I didn’t take anymore than this because it’s against policy and I didn’t want to be rude. (That didn’t stop a dude behind me from flashing a pic during Xion’s theme though smh) I got one quick while they were warming up with character themes.

 The show started up with The orchestrated version of Hikari along with the DDD opening and let me tell you I was a ball of shaking and crying tears. My poor mother held onto my arm the entire time. Once I saw Sora burst through that book page I was done for. 

You can follow along the soundtrack in which order they played everything in on youtube so I won’t get into what was played, but during Dearly Beloved we got to have a little speech from Kairi! (Japanese VA with subs) It was set up as a kind of letter to Sora letting him know about her training. (I’m pretty sure a lot of people are aware of what she says but I���ll mention here just in case!)

 She mentions the usual kairi things about missing him and how how he should always remember to keep at his cheerful self. She mentions how Lea won’t stop apologizing to her even after forgiving him and that how it’s hard not to like him what with finding out he has a best friend he wishes to be reunited with. She says she catches him staring at her sometimes and when she asks why, he can’t explain it, but feels as though he should remember something (HHHHHHH)

We have something similar from Xion about thanking her friends for being there for her and introducing her to all these new things. She specifically thanks Roxas for saying her name, because she started feeling as though she had a heart from then on. My creys. (It was at this point my mom was like “why does the red head girl keep changing her hair color LOLOL)

There was a few scenes from the Japanese dub that were showed like, the Ventus’s “as my friends, please put an end to me” and Roxas’s “Guess my summer vacation’s over” scene. Aqua has the little bit where she’s wanting to wake Ven up and how he and Terra are her strength to keep going. 

The character songs were so much fun to watch clip shows to. The Lazy Afternoons and At Dusk, I will think of you reaaaaally got me emotional from the transition to the twilight town trio + roxas to Axel, Xion and Roxas. HOOO BOY.

Destati was gorgeous, The final boss theme KILLED, My mother loved twinkle twinkle holidays, and The other promise brings a tear to my eye as always.

I was so emotionally drained after the first half I couldnt get up to get a drink during intermission. And afterwards they showed the new trailer!! :DDD Everyone went N U T S my dude. There was so much OOOing and AAHing it was so good.

I was pleasantly surprised on how the show felt centered on the kh gals most of the time? Of course Sora and Roxas were the stars of this thing, but they used every cutscene of kairi that like existed, and despite that not being... a lot, it felt nice having her in the spotlight for a bit. (It was a lot of her doing love interest things sadly, but like seeing her just exist was a breath of fresh air)

My only personal con is a super petty super nitpicky “could use more riku” not because he missed out on any screen time, he had a good amount, it’s just I don’t recall  him getting a lot of time for himself which surprised me, but it wasn’t even that noticeable. It seems everyone had time to say a bit but him. Which is super odd considering he’s Riku LOL (I don’t recall Namine or Lea getting to say anything either. BUT HEY KID YOU’RE SPOILED ROTTEN ANYWAYS. YOU HAD UR CHARACTER SONG AND YOU GOT TO WALK OFF INTO THE SYMBOLIC III OF LIGHT WITH UR BUD AT THE END YOU’RE FINE.

Yoko Shimomura came off and on quite often actually! She was so precious! She kept thanking everyone for coming and everyone cheered so loudly for her. She first showed up saying: “Thank you everyone for making this possible” and then her translator showed up and Yoko just said “Um...I speak Japanese” and laughed as she continued in her native language while her translator...translated. 

At the end of the show she actually played the ending credit theme for us! ( THE CONDUCTOR SHOWS UP WITH THE KEYBLADE BATON AND USES IT TO CONDUCT IT WAS SO CUTE.)And thanked us for coming again.

AND THEN. Yoko continued with here concluding statement with “We have a very special guest for all of you.” AND RIGHT FROM LEFT STAGE COMES A SMOL, SUPER CASUAL, TETSUYA NOMURA. EVERYONE LOST IT EXCEPT FOR MY MOM WHO WAS LIKE “????” 

THIS TINY SASSY MAN WAS LIKE “Well you know I was here yesterday. And that the trailer came out yesterday...so I really don’t have much to say.” 

He starts talking about how he and Yoko will return next month (d23??) for “THE FINAL INFORMATION” as the translator put it.(I’m thinking III release date?) He and Yoko bicker and banter in rapid japanese and the poor translator could barely keep up. “LA was where me and Yoko started working together. It’s good to be here.” He says. Yoko laughs and states that “ahhh yes five years...or twenty years ago?? I like to think I’m still young.”

AND...tbh I was so SPENT I don’t remember much after that. They said their thank yous again and we were on our way. Honestly, I was melancholy it was over. I didn’t want to leave. I want to ingrain this into my memory forever.

My mom said afterwards that she had no idea what was going on but she wasn’t bored for a second. Haha!

Ahh, I guess I’ll have to try and get to D23 now! Let me know if ya’ll thinking about going too! I’m sorry my pics of the guide weren’t great LOL my phone’s awful. 

[lindseyluvsdrag]

Knocked Up Ch. 4

In case you missed it: Chapters 1, 2, 3

Violet returned home from meeting Matt and instantly spilled all of the tea to her best friend.

“He’s trying to live on $500?” Naomi asked, nose wrinkled as she attempted to process the thought. “My panties cost $500.”

“I know right! But he says he’ll get a job before he runs out of money.”

“And you think that’s realistic?”

“Not at all,” Violet admitted. “Hopefully he fails miserably and goes back to LA.”

Naomi gasped. “Viiii!”

The woman laughed. “Whatttt? He’s so gross like I can’t believe that his penis was in my vagina! I’m so disappointed in my vag. I thought she had better taste in meat.” Violet leaned over as if she was speaking to her groin. “You should have rejected that low rent beef stick the minute that it passed your lips. Make better choices, damn it!”

Her friend was laughing so hard that she coughed and wheezed as she fell back onto the couch.

“All jokes aside-”

“So all Matthews aside.”

The women cackled until they were both breathless.

“God, I hope this kid comes out looking like me.”

“What if it doesn’t? And what if it comes out demanding baggy cargo pants?”

Violet screamed. “I’d die!”

“Cargo pants and converseeee,” she teased in a ghoulish tone as she curled her fingers.

The pregnant woman plopped her friend with a throw pillow. “If he comes out demanding those forbidden things, I’ll leave him on your doorstep.”

“Aww! I’d accept him and his baby cargos. It’d be cuteeee.”

Violet scowled. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

Naomi laughed. “It’s getting late anyway.” She gave the woman a dramatic kiss on the head which Violet swiftly rubbed off. “I love youuuu.”

“I’m upset right now, please leave a message.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow at work. Afterwards we can go shopping.”

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“I told Matt I’d let him take me to dinner. ‘Why?’ you may ask? I don’t even fucking know.”

“Aw, well it’d be good for you to get to know him. Important things like his birthday and last name.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “I’d rather wear Payless heels.”

“Ooo, that’s serious.”

The woman nodded.

“Alright, boo. I’m out, take care of yourself.”

“Byeeee.”

The friends gave each other air kisses before Naomi retrieved her shoes and exited, leaving Violet to clean her home to her heart’s content. Afterwards, the woman showered and when she caught a glimpse of her reflection as she patted herself dry, she wrinkled her nose. Violet attempted to suck in her stomach but the small pooch wouldn’t budge. “It looks like I need to take a shit,” she grumbled. “You better be worth it, little boy.”

—

The second that work was over, Violet contemplated tossing her phone into the toilet just so that she didn’t have to take any of Matt’s calls but when the man left her the fifth voicemail, she couldn’t take it anymore and finally answered.

“Hello?” she huffed into the phone.

“Hey!” Matt replied​. “I don’t think my shitty phone was getting through to you. I called like ten times with no response.”

“Hmm, I wonder why?”

“No idea. But now that I have you on the phone, what’s up? We still on for dinner?”

“Umm… I-”

“There’s this nice looking place on fifth called Balaboosta.”

Fuck! she screamed internally. I love Balaboosta. The woman pouted. And I am pretty hungry. “Okay,” she said reluctantly​.

“Yeah?!” he said excitedly​. “Okay, see you soon.”

“Bye,” she groaned before hanging up. “Why do I have to be so weak for fooddddd?!”

—

By the time Violet arrived at the chic Mediterranean style restaurant, Matt was already seated and waved her over.

“Do it for the food, do it for the fooddd,” she continuously​ whispered to herself when she saw the man’s wrinkled Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt paired with what was quickly becoming her worst nightmare: cargo pants.

The man stood to greet her and when he leaned in for a hug, she palmed his face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Trying to say hello,” he replied, his hot breath steaming her hand.

Violet gagged as she snatched away. “Eww!”

“Your hand tastes​ like lotion.”

“Ughh!” she groaned out as she rushed to the bathroom. For a full two whole minutes, Violet scrubbed her hands with soap and hot water prior to topping that off with medical grade hand sanitizer. When she returned to the table area, Matt swiftly​ apologized.

She didn’t respond as she sat down and picked up her menu. Matt followed her lead and did the same, but when he saw the prices of each items, the man nearly fainted. He fluttered and closed his eyes before opening them again​ just to make sure that his vision wasn't​ failing him.

$28 for a piece of salmon?! he shouted internally. $35 for ribs?! Fuckkkk, this is robbery!

The waitress approached the table with a pen and notepad. “Hi, are we ready to order?”

“Yes,” Violet said. “I’ll have the lamb cardamom pappardelle with extra almonds and sauteed kale on the side.”

Matt quickly did the math and the woman’s order alone came to $55. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand.

“And for you, Sir?”

The man cleared his throat. “Um, I’ll have water and a slice of lemon, please.”

“And?”

“That’s it.”

Violet scowled. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“This shit costs an arm and a leg! Water is free so I’ll take that.”

The waitress tried to hide her judgements but her face said it all and Violet was extremely embarrassed. It gave the woman even more drive to send the man back to the west coast. “Well, you agreed to pay for dinner so I’m going to hold you to it.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

“I’d also like some fried olives and the hazelnut chocolate mousse for dessert,” Violet added just in hopes that it’d break the man’s bank. He’ll have no choice but to get out of town, she thought.

Matt’s face fell. An additional $21.

The pregnant woman smiled at the man. “Is that okay with you?”

“Perfectly okay,” he said through a clenched jaw.

“Good,” she chirped as she returned the menus to the waitress.

When their food arrived, Matt ate vicariously through Violet; watching the woman chew as he tried to squeeze as much flavor as he could out of his lemon slice.

“How’s your water?” she taunted.

“Refreshing. How’s your…that weird stuff?”

“It’s not weird, it’s pasta. And it’s delicious. I’d offer you a bite but I refuse to eat for three.”

Matt gasped at the thought. “What if you had twins?”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Whatttt? It’d be cool! I could have one twin and you could have the other. We’d raise them on opposite sides of the country and they’ll know nothing about each other until they go to summer camp and discover everything before switching places and attempting​ to get us back together.”

“The Parent Trap, huh?”

“What’s The Parent Trap? I just came up with that entire scenario on my own,” he joked but Violet wasn’t amused.

“Well, there are a few errors in your plot. The biggest one being that you think we could get back together when we were never together in the first place.”

Matt bashfully shrugged. “I mean, we co-”

Before the man even finished his sentence, Violet interjected. “Please stop, my gag reflexes are really sensitive these days.”

The man gave a half smile and sipped on his water. “So… what’s your last name again?”

“Chachki,” the woman answered in between bites.

“Is that German or something?”

“Ecuadorian, on my father’s side.”

“Holy shit, that’s awesome. So our kid will be beautifully blended.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Birthday?”

“June 13th.”

“Oh, so it’s coming up soon! I should probably write this down…” Matt grabbed one of the napkins from the center of the table and patted his pockets for a writing utensil but he didn’t have one. “Do you have a pen?”

“Yes.”

“May I borrow it?”

“No.”

“Um, okay. I’ll just have to memorize this stuff then. What do you do for a living?”

“I work at a fashion magazine.” She wouldn’t dare give the man the title of it just in case the vomit themed covers ever resurfaced.  

“Oh, fuck me right up. Do you like, write the articles or something?”

She nodded as she stuffed her mouth with sauteed kale. The more the man wanted to talk about her, the less annoying she viewed him.

“What do you write about?”

“Well, depending on our position in the company, our writing is limited to whatever the boss says we can write. My friend Naomi does health and fitness, teaching you how to fit into those model sizes. And Raven does my favorite, she has tips and tricks on how to beat the pain of every type of heel, all the cinchers- it’s amazing.”

“And what do you write about?”

“My forte is about trends and what’s beautiful.”

“I could name a few things,” Matt said with a soft smile.

“And cargo pants wouldn’t be on that fucking list.”

“What? What’s wrong with cargo pants?”

“They’re not elegant. They’re not glamorous. They’re not chic. They’re made for child molesters who can stuff the pockets to the brim with candy to lure children over.”

Matt laughed.

“They’re just a disgusting component of human culture and they all need to be burned.”

“Those are some very strong opinions.”

“And you should listen to them.”

“Noted. So, are you religious?”

“Yeah, when there’s a cop in my rearview mirror.”

Matt cackled. He was surprised to see how funny the stoic woman actually was.

“I was raised in a super strict Catholic household, though.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Church all the time and even Catholic school from kindergarten to senior year. I think the years of wearing those horrendous uniforms and just being a clone of this strict system is what made me so obsessed with the fashion world. Like being able to express yourself through different colors and fabrics, bringing​ your vision to life on a runway or photoshoot and then to see it on the cover of magazines just- ooo, it gives me goosebumps.”

The way the woman’s eyes lit up as she spoke about her passion made Matt smile. “That’s amazing.”

“Yes it is.”

“I think that’s all the questions I have for now. Do you have any for me?”

No was her initial response but she was curious about his progress. “How’s the job search going?”

“Good, I think. I put in a ton of applications today and I’m just waiting to be called back.”

Fuck, I hope nobody calls him back, she thought. “Oh.”

“Yeah, I’m really excited to have some damn security for once. You do deserve that… I mean, our baby deserves that.”

“He’ll have that whether you’re there or not.”

Matt frowned. “I’ll be there.”

Violet wanted to scream but the remaining bits of chocolate mousse at the bottom of the glass made her content enough not to.

When the man saw that the woman was nearly finished with her meal, the anxiety of her leaving started to hit him. “Do you want anything else to eat?” he asked, willing to spend an additional $20 just to get more time with the woman.

She shook her head. “I’m stuffed.”

“Oh…okay. Um, do you know when your next ultrasound is?”

“Next week.”

“Can I go?”

She exhaled loudly. “I guess. Maybe he’ll be more than just a flickering blob by then.”

Matt’s eyes grew wide. “He? I-I-It’s a boy?”

“I don’t know officially,​ but I have a feeling​ that it’s a boy. I can feel it in my cold little spirit.”

“I wouldn’t mind a boy. Maybe he’ll be as cute as I am.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “Check please!”

When the waitress delivered the little black book to the table, Matt gulped as he opened it. His eyes bulged at the $83 dollar bill that the woman had racked up. “Damn, taxes,” he grumbled.

“What's​ the problem?” Violet slyly asked.

“Nothing,” Matt replied as he gritted his teeth. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Good. And oh, don’t forget to tip twenty percent.”

“Twenty percent?! That’s a lot! And why does she need a tip in the first place? She didn’t even do anything special.”

“Everyone​ knows that waiters don’t make any money, Matthew. It’s only fair.”

“Then maybe she should get a better job.”

“At least she has a job,” Violet snapped back, effectively shutting the man up. He grumbled under his breath as he scrawled out the amount that he wanted to tip prior to sliding his mother’s  credit card into the black book. The waitress picked it up, and after it was charged, returned it.

“Thank you,” she chirped. “Have a good night.”

“Good night indeed,” Matt muttered under his breath. “$83 plus a $15 tip and I didn’t get shit but water.”

The man watched as Violet stood and made her way towards the exit; he followed her. When they were outside, she paused. “Thanks for dinner.”

“You’re welcome. Gotta feed my kid, ya know.”

“He appreciates it.”

“I’m glad.”

Before the awkwardness could settle in, Violet cleared her​ throat. “Well, goodnight.”

“Goodnight. Oh, wait. Do you know how to get to 21st from here?”

“It’s that way,” she said vaguely as she pointed. “Why?”

“It’s where the motel is and I really don’t know how to get back.”

“Well, how did you get here?”

“A cab.”

“So just take a cab home,” she suggested.

“I didn’t anticipate dinner costing so much… cabs are now out of my budget. Do you think you could drop me off?”

“Absolutely not. I refuse to drive anywhere past 15th. Anything beyond that is just bad news.”

“Um, okay. Well, do you think you can just jot out the directions for me?”

“Oh my God, Matthew,” the woman groaned in exasperation. “Just go down South for a few blocks​ and turn left, then turn left again. After that you should be on 21st!”

“Thanks,” he sarcastically​ replied to the useless information. “I’ll see you later.” The man stuffed his hands into his pockets and began to make his way down the street.

Violet stormed to her BMW and climbed inside. “God, he’s so fucking stupid. How hard is it to follow directions? Fuck, why’d I have to be impregnated by such an idiot?!” she vented before taking a deep breath. The woman glanced in the direction Matt had taken and when she didn’t see him, realized how dark it actually was. “He’ll get himself killed. I mean, that’s always an option to get him to go away,” she pondered, “…aw, but then what do I tell my baby? ‘Your father was a dumbass​ and booked a motel in a shitty neighborhood and the homeless people murdered him’? Hm, it’s not bad actually but I really don’t want my child growing up with daddy issues.” Violet cringed prior to cranking her car to life and speeding out of parking lot. She drove down the street until she spotted Matt.

When she pulled up beside him, the man was surprised. “Hey, Violet! Is this your car?! Holy-”

“Just get in!”

“Okay!” he replied, opening the passenger side door and climbing inside. “Oooo, this is so nice!” the man said as he rubbed the smooth black leather underneath him. “I’ve never been in a BMW before.”

“That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

Yeah, especially since my dream car is the BMW i8.”

“Ugh, I don’t speak car.”

“It kinda looks like the Batmobile.”

“I don’t speak Superbat either!”

“It’s actually… Batman..but you.. probably don’t care.”

“Aww, you’re learning so quickly.”

Matt smiled, the woman’s sense of humor never failing to impress him. “Soooo, what made you pick me up?” he asked smugly. “Did you finally realize how irresistible I am?”

Violet abruptly pulled her car over, jumped out of the driver’s side and vomited into the nearest trashcan.

“Holyyyy shit. She wasn’t joking about that gag reflex thing,” Matt said as he got out of the car and approached the sick woman. He gently placed his hand on her back. “Are you okay, Violet?”

“Don’t touch me,” she growled.

Matt defensively raised his hands. “I just want to help.”

“You’ve helped enough.” She retched a few more times before her stomach finally began to settle. “Ughhh. Do me a favor and grab the water bottle from the cup holder?”

“Sure.” Matt did as she asked. The woman opened the bottle, took a sip and rinsed her mouth with it before spitting it out. “Better?”

She nodded and they returned to the car.

“I’ll just convince myself that morning sickness made you throw up and not me,” Matt said in attempt to lighten the mood.

Violet didn’t respond as she punched the gas, desperately wanting to get away from the man as soon as possible. When the woman drove beyond 15th, she quickly locked her doors.

“Do you really think that this is a bad neighborhood?” the man asked. “Everyone I’ve spoken to around here seems really nice.”

She drove another block before pointing out of Matt’s window as she responded. “That! That right there is what makes this area just, ugh!” Matt glanced in the direction that the woman indicated and saw the tables and booths that held all of the purses, shoes and clothing. “Fucking knockoffs! And people are so content in buying that disrespectful shit! Criminal is what it is!”

The corners of Matt’s lips curled upward. He wasn’t surprised that this was what the women deemed illegal but it didn’t stop him from finding​ her to be absolutely adorable.

“It makes me madder than people mixing prints.”

“Or wearing cargos,” he added.

“Oh, no. Nothing is worse than cargos, sorry.”

He laughed, enjoying every second of the woman’s lightheaded presence until she whipped in front of the Motel 6. “Thanks,” Matt said as he climbed out of the car prior to leaning into the window. “So, I was wondering​-” He stopped abruptly and jumped back several feet for his life’s sake when Violet sped off. Matt whistled. “What a woman.”

—

13.5 weeks pregnant

—

“I know, Mom,” Matt groaned into his flip phone​. “I’m on my last $100 an- okay, I’m on your last $100. But it’s not my fault! I’m really trying here. None of the jobs called back. Oh wait, one called back and the guy asked me what my favorite cheese was. After I said gouda, he said ‘thank you for your time’ and hung up. I’m really fucking trying, Mom. I’m trying so hard to be there for her but New York is no joke.” Matt refused to tell his mother or anyone in fact that he’d been staying at a homeless shelter for the past two nights while searching for jobs during the day. But today, he had returned to the front of the Motel 6 so that Violet could pick him up for her ultrasound appointment. “I’m doing my best here​ and I’ll resort to panhandling if I have to. How do I know it’s my kid?” he asked, “Because who on Earth would pin a baby on a guy like me? Especially someone like her. She- oh, Mom, I gotta go. Love you, bye.” He hung up as Violet sped into the parking lot. The man climbed into the car. “Hey.”

“Hi,” the woman sighed.

“Is there something wrong?”

“The girls are already at the doctor’s office. We’re meeting them there.”

“Oh, okay. I’ve met them before, though.”

“One drunken​ night at the club hardly counts.”

“I guess.”

“Yeahhh. So just don’t embarrass me.”

“How would I embarrass you?”

“With all that nerdy comic book talk. They won’t understand that so just keep it to yourself.”

He chuckled. “I’ll try to remember.”

—

After pulling into​ the parking lot of her OB GYN’s office​, Violet climbed out of the car. When Matt did the same she groaned. “Do you own an iron?!”

“Um, no?”

“Clearly!” she stormed over to the man dressed in crunchy plaid button down and jeans she were positive were once blue but the denim had now faded to a faint grey. Violet swiftly began undoing the buttons​.

“Why, Violet, this is so sudden,” he teased.

The woman rolled her eyes. “You missed a button. You’re not even competent enough to dress yourself.” When she undid the buttons completely​, the shirt opened and revealed Matt’s stomach. He didn’t have washboard abs, but the natural look of his softly sculpted body was usually the woman’s preference. Paired with manly pecs and a happy trail, Violet couldn’t help but be impressed. But the woman wouldn’t dare show it as she cleared her throat and swiftly button his shirt the correct way. “You’re… incompetent.”

“Thanks.”

“As I was saying, don’t embarrass me. Just be seen and not heard - wait no, don’t even be seen. Just sit in the corner and keep all your opinions to yourself.”

Matt gestured zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

“Idiot,” Violet grumbled.

They entered the building and quickly spotted the statuesque​ Naomi and the overdressed Raven seated in the lobby.

“Viii,” the women squealed. The three of them embraced​ and complimented each other’s ensembles before Raven noticed Matt and his terrible outfit.

“Is it bring your landscaper​ to your ultrasound day?”

“Landscaper​?” Matt asked. “I was totally going for Lex Luthor,” he joked.

“Who?” Naomi asked.

Violet clenched her jaw. “Nobody. Can we just get this show on the road?”

—

The ultrasound technician squeezed a glob of pink goo onto Violet’s belly. Since she was flanked by her friends, she could cope with the fact that Matt was in the far corner.

“Okay,” the technician said as she started up the machine. “Do you know how far along you are?”

“Almost fourteen weeks.”

“Ooo, so your baby should be about the size of a lemon.”

“Aww, lemonhead,” Raven joked. Violet pinched her.

“And although you can’t feel it, he should be stretching and kicking those little arms and legs.” She placed the wand on the woman’s stomach and after a little searching, the four dimensional shape of a tiny baby appeared on screen. “As you can see, there’s the head. His little hands and fingers.”

“Awww,” Naomi said with a pout. “I want oneeee. Do they come in teal with a little glitter?”

Violet laughed. “Oh my God, the hottest accessory.”

“Oh, look!” the technician exclaimed. “He’s sucking his thumb!”

“Whatttt? Is that normal?” Violet asked, slightly concerned.

“Yes! At fourteen weeks, they’re very active but you just have to catch them at the right moment. In all of my years of doing this, this is only the second thumb sucking I’ve seen. How cuteee.”

“We’ll have to break that habit early,” she joked.

“What do you think about that, Dad?” the technician asked Matt, attempting to include the man who was now craning his neck to see the screen.

Before he could answer, Violet scowled. “Why do you assume that he’s the father?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, why?!” she exploded. “You can’t go around making assumptions! I can have anyone I want and you just assume that he- ugh!”

“Vi, calm down,” Naomi said sternly. “Hormones and panic attacks don’t mesh well. Just breathe​.”

The woman grabbed her friend's​ hand and took a few deep breaths. “I’m sorry.” She said to the technician.

“It’s okay,” she assured. “I’ve seen a lot worse in my day. Like the woman who destroyed my entire office because I ‘gendered’ her eight week old fetus. Boys and girls have the same gentilella at eight weeks,” she whispered.

“Oh, wow.” She turned her attention back to the screen. “He’s so perfect.”

“When does it stop looking like an alien?” Raven asked.

The technician laughed. “At around twenty-five weeks, they get super cute.”

“Well, I think he’s super cute now,” Violet retorted.

“Same,” Naomi added.

“Same,” Matt said from the corner to Violet’s chagrin.

“Any questions?”

Violet shook her head.

“Okay,” the technician chirped as she wiped the goo off of the woman’s stomach. “I’ll get those pictures right out to you.”

“Thanks.”

“We should go celebrate,” Naomi suggested​.

“As long as chocolate is involved, I’m down,” Violet said.

“Let’s go to Gotham,” Raven suggested.

“Yes!”

Naomi turned to Matt, then Violet then Matt again. “Would you like to join us?” Violet squeezed the woman’s hand in protest but her friend ignored her.

Knowing these ladies, Gotham must be another word for the ATM. He cleared his throat. “No, thanks. I oughta​ be getting back home. I have…stuff to do.”

“Sounds like you’ll be walking then,” Violet sassed, “because your motel and Gotham are on opposite ends of the city.”

“That’s the plan,” Matt said, growing more uncomfortable with the woman’s blatant disgust for him.

“You’re staying at a motel?” Naomi asked.

“Yeah.”

“A Motel 6,” Violet added. Her friends​ cringed.

Matt rolled his eyes. He didn’t know how to respond to the snobby trio and was grateful when the ultrasound technician returned. She handed Violet the envelope of sonogram photos.

“Can I at least have one before I go?” Matt asked her.

“Will it make you leave faster?”

“I just said I was going!” he snapped back causing her friends to immediately jump to her defense.

“Don’t raise your voice to her!” Raven shouted.

“Yeah, you definitely need to chill,” Naomi added.

“I’ve been chill this entire time,” he groaned in exasperation. “I sat in the corner like she fucking told me to, could barely see my fucking son on the screen and now all I want is a picture so I can go. Is that too fucking much to ask?”

“Is being respectful too much to ask?” Raven retorted.

“Whatever,” he fumed as he stormed out of the room.

—

“And he was like ‘is that too fucking much to ask?!’” Raven dramatically reiterated at the dinner table to the amusement of her friends.

“And you shut that ass downnnnn,” Naomi laughed.

“He’s just, ugh,” Violet added. “At this point, I don’t regret my baby but I’d give all my Louboutins to change his father.”

“I second that notion and I’d give all of my Moschino to help,” Naomi said.

“Aw, but you love Moschino,” Raven reminded.

“I knowww. But I love Vi more.”

“Awww,” Violet squealed as the friends gave each other air kisses leaving Raven to clear her throat.

“So how did your date with Bill go?” she asked.

“Bill? You mean Bob?”

“Oh, sorry. Bob is just such a forgettable name.”

Naomi shot her a look. “We haven’t gone out yet. He’s taking me to the Empire state building tomorrow, though.”

“But you’ve been there a million times.”

“But not with a hot guyyy.”

Raven rolled her eyes and downed her alcohol. “Can I get another?” she shouted at the waiter.

“You better slow down,” Violet urged. “How are you going to get home?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No. Give me your keys,” Naomi ordered. “You get stubborn when you drink.”

Raven groaned and retrieved the keys from her purse and handed them to the woman.

“Thank you,” she chirped. “So is it too early to talk baby shower?”

—

When dinner was over, Naomi loaded a drunken Raven into the passenger side of her car.

“Why can’t I use my carrrr?” she slurred.

“Because you can barely stand. I’ll drop you off in the morning to get your car.”

“Okayyyyyy. Bye, Viiiiiii.”

“Bye, ladies. Be safe!”

“We will.” Naomi climbed into her car. ���I don’t trust you to be home alone so I’ll just take you to my place.”

“What are we gonna dooo?”

Naomi laughed. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t knowwww,” she said as she placed her legs on the dashboard.

The other woman laughed as she put the car in gear and exited the parking lot. “We’ll figure something out.”

—

When Naomi unlocked and opened the door to her condo, Raven grabbed the woman’s face and stuck her tongue in her mouth.

Shocked, Naomi pulled away. “Wow…”

Raven smiled.

“You are…really drunk.”

The grin faded. “Yeah…I’m just gonna crash on the couch.”

“Good idea. I’m gonna take my makeup off, shower, then come back and check on you.”

“Alrighttt.”

When Naomi exited the room, from intoxication and heartache, Raven began to sob into the throw pillow.

—

“Musttt be love on the brainnnnn,” Violet screeched along with the radio as she sped down the road. “Must bee- what the fuck?!” the woman shouted in disbelief as she drove by New York homeless center and saw Matt waiting in line with his suitcase. “Motel my ass! He’s so fucking broke! Move back to LA for fucks sake!” she fumed. The woman angrily continued on the path to her home but when she got there, she couldn’t do anything but pace the floor as she thought about the man. “Ugh!” Violet grabbed her keys and stormed out of her apartment.

—

Not wanting to breathe in the homeless fumes, Violet held her breath and reluctantly entered the shelter.

“We’re at full capacity tonight, sorry.”

“I’m not looking for a place to stay,” she sharply retorted, nearly offended. “I’m looking for someone​.”

“Name?”

“Matthew…um-” fuck, what’s his last name? she pondered.

“I’ll type in Matthew and see what I get.” The man typed the name into the computer. “There are three Matthews here tonight. Sanders, Lent and Davenport.”

“Lent!” she said as she recalled the man’s ID.

He nodded and pressed a button that turned on the intercom. “Matthew Lent, please come to the front desk. Matthew Lent, please come to the front desk.”

Moments later, the man emerged with a confused look on his face until he saw the woman. He gasped. “Violet… what are you doing here?”

“No, what are you doing here?!”

“Ssshhh,” the shelter operator hushed. “People are trying to sleep.”

The woman turned on her heel and stormed out of the building with Matt following quickly behind her.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were staying in a shelter?!’

“Because you’d want me to go back to LA! I won’t!”

“How long have you been here?”

“This is the third night.”

Violet pressed her fingers against her temples. “Oh my God.”

“Violet, I’m trying to do whatever it takes. I got a call back from a butcher job this evening and I go in tomorrow for an interview.”

“Okay, but where are you going to shower?”

He was reluctant to say. “Gas station bathroom?”

The woman clutched her abdomen and Matt instantly began to panic. “Are you okay?”

“I’m not okay with you staying in a homeless shelter and I can’t believe I’m saying this…until further notice…you can spend the night at my house.”

He grinned. “Really?”

“Yes! Now get your shit before I change my mind,” she grumbled.

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PART ONE: CHAPTER ONE – The Long, Awful Drive

Frogurt Belch was an existential mess. ‘This is certainly the end,’ he thought to himself, and repeated it internally again and again as he drove his beat-up Pontiac toward a cliff jutting off into the Atlantic Ocean. He began to say it out loud, over and over until he was shouting at the top of his lungs, drowning out the radio and the sound of heavy rain falling on his windshield. He kept screaming as tears began to stream down his face.

He swerved out of the way of an oncoming eighteen-wheeler, masked by the water in his eyes and on his windows, breathing a sigh of relief. He pulled over to the side of the road, opened his door, and vomited onto the muddy ground. He wiped his mouth and lifted his head when he heard a familiar sound.

The radio was playing his song. Frogurt had been a star. Just two months ago, out of nowhere, Frogurt Belch had released a hit single, “Turn It Down,” and became instantly famous. For a while, one couldn’t go anywhere without hearing the song itself or some parody of it. Frogurt was on talk shows, doing meet and greets, and being hounded by the paparazzi. He had been scheduled to host Saturday Night Live the next week.

His live shows, just like his song, had become legendary in the month that they appeared. After all, Frogurt had only made one piece of music in his entire life. The concerts became almost orgiastic conglomerations of considerably more talented artists aching to share a stage with the one, the only, Frogurt Belch. Even if you hated “Turn It Down,” it was worth it to go to a Frogurt concert to see the rest of the pure talent assembled. 

Yes, Frogurt’s life was extraordinary, and extraordinarily changed from what it had been before. He had been living alone, sad and lonely. His only consolation was his television set, which he’d watch religiously. God, he loved TV.

He would wake up every morning, at six thirty precisely, and would stick to the same routine. He would sit on the toilet, struggling, give up to get in the shower, brush his teeth while in there, get out and dry himself off, and reluctantly return to the seat for a bowel movement. He’d go into the kitchen and pour himself a bowl of Cheerios, grabbing the phone from the wall mount and dialing his mother.

Jessica Belch was not a frog like any of her sons. That had come from her husband’s side of the family, God rest his soul. She often wondered if maybe that was why she often disagreed and argued with so many of them. There were a couple of children that she hadn’t heard from in years after particularly nasty partings.

Frogurt knew that the issue of froggishness had nothing to do with the fact that his mother was simply a bitch in almost every sense of the word. He, being the only Belch brother to actually love her, had taken up the job of consoling her and helping her keep the household in check after the death of his father, but it was an impossible task. Jessica was simply inconsolable and insisted upon having things her way. She was a bit tyrannical, and the sad passing of her husband earned her enough pity that she could continue living in a ridiculous manner.

She insisted that Frogurt call her every morning, knowing that he was one of the few children over which she still had power. Honestly, anyone could have had power over Frogurt. He was spineless, a mess of psychological afflictions, paranoia, and anxieties. He’d been like this since birth; when he was a child his brothers would never want to play with him because he was boring.

After the morning phone call, Frogurt would get dressed, putting on the same sort of boring shirt every day, and walk to the train station. Every day he’d buy a newspaper, which he always managed to leave on the counter at the bodega, and take the subway into Manhattan.

The subway was where Frogurt’s worst fears came to life. Nothing went on, but inside Frogurt’s head his thoughts ran rampant. He’d had the fear of rapes and mugging put into his head at a young age by Jessica, who’d hoped to dissuade her sons from taking the train alone. Frogurt had a nightmare that night, ending with him dead on the tracks and his older brother Hector, Jr. pissing on his corpse. Frogurt dreaded taking the train every morning, but it was the quickest way to get to work.

He pictured every other mild-mannered commuter as a depraved pervert or a murderous malcontent, out to skin him and eat his heart. In his addled mind, the indecipherable drone of the subway announcements turned into the voice of Satan himself, urging Frogurt’s fellow passengers to commit all sorts of egregious and hellish acts on the poor frog.

He emerged from the stinking crack of the earth gasping for breath. Every day he would walk the block and a half from the station to the unimaginable dull office building where he would perform his unimaginably dull job.

In those days, Frogurt was a telemarketer. Every day his bosses, two lecherous, looming twins who were the oversexed and underworked sons of the owner of the company, would come into his cubicle, slap him upside the head, and set down a binder filled with numbers to cold call in order to hock whatever garbage the corporation was selling that day. They’d take turns hitting him across the face until he cried in pain, docked his pay for disturbing the peace, and slapped each other’s asses on the way out.

On that fateful day when Frogurt’s life began to change, the binder was devoid of any numbers, with each page simply reading: random. Frogurt sighed a deep sigh and got to work dialing.

Nine hours later, after an entire day of being yelled at by the elderly who were sick of telemarketers calling them and trying to sell them random junk, Frogurt stumbled out of the office building and took a drastically wrong turn. Somehow, in his stupor, Frogurt wandered uptown and into the heart of Harlem. He didn’t notice his mistake for a while, as he was deep within his own mind, thinking of Charlotte from accounting and how she’d winked at him, or maybe she’d just blinked. Still, it was more than Frogurt was used to, and he clung to that moment with great hope. He was imagining them growing old together when he realized he was somewhere completely wrong.

He realized where he was and his mind started racing. Here was where he was going to die. His life was going to end right here, right now, on the wrong end of a knife or a gun wielded by some gap-toothed homeless miscreant out for blood or money. They would approach him, see his nice shirt, and riddle him full of bullets before he could cry out in his weak voice that he really didn’t have any money whatsoever. Frogurt turned over some last words in his head, knowing that he’d want to say something good before he kicked the bucket.

Frogurt didn’t die. Nobody cared about Frogurt back then, especially not anyone in Harlem. His back arched to make himself look bigger, Frogurt slowly turned around and made his way back downtown, back to the train station so that he could get back home. A little kid with hair bigger than his head and a voice deeper than Frogurt’s insisted that he take a local magazine, for which Frogurt eagerly coughed up three bucks to avoid his imagined bloodshed, and soon he was back home in his tiny apartment.

He put a frozen meal into the microwave and sat down to watch TV when the phone rang, as it always did. It was Jessica.

“Frogurt,” she said. “Where were you when I called at seven? You know I always call at seven.”

“I know, Mama,” he replied. “But I was out.”

“Out? Out doing what? What could you possibly have been doing out?”

“Not out. Just outside. I got lost.”

“You got lost? You’ve been doing the same thing for years now and you still get lost.”

“I—”

“When are you going to grow up, Frogurt?”

“Mama, I just took a wrong—”

“Frogurt, don’t you know how dangerous it is out there? Don’t you remember what happened to your father?”

Of course Frogurt remembered. How could he ever forget?

“Of course, Mama.”

“Now that’s a good boy. Frogurt, I need you to come over here tomorrow.”

“Mama, there’s a novel writing class at the Learning Annex that I wanted—”

“Oh please, Frogurt, you and I both know that you won’t work up the courage to go to that, so be a good little boy and come help me move my fridge?”

“Why can’t Hamlet help you with that?”

“Oh you know how he is, Frogurt, you know I can’t get him to do anything for me. He’s not like you, Frogurt. He’s not my special little boy like you are, Frogurt.”

“Okay, Mama.”

Frogurt absentmindedly began to leaf through the magazine he’d bought in fear back when he was in Harlem.

“And Frogurt, I want you to call your brother Slumleg. I want you to find out how he’s doing and how his kids are. Don’t bother asking him about that Italian slut.”

“Okay, Mama.”

“Have you heard the news, Frogurt?”

“No, Mama.”

It was some sort of hip-hop magazine. Frogurt wasn’t very big into music back then, besides the theme songs to whatever was on television. Nonetheless, Frogurt was sort of intrigued by the rappers on the cover decked out in gold and diamonds and enamored by the beautiful women within the pages.

“Your brother Hector, Jr. has knocked over another bank. Can you believe that boy? Where did we go wrong, Frogurt? Thank God I had at least one good one. You know, Frogurt, your father and I should have just skipped right to you. One would have been good enough. We didn’t need a whole troop of frogs marching around and giving me and the US government headaches. Between Hector’s crimes and Jib Lanes going around hunting that piece of shit Willie, not to mention whatever it is Eight is up to, I have my hands full. Oh of course not, Giblet,” she said to her stupidest son, who was there with her. “You’re a good one too.”

“Mmhm, Mama.”

Frogurt had read the short rag from one end to the other and his eyes had lit up with excitement when he reached the end. There was an advertisement there: a contest was being held by some underground rap label. They promised that they could make a star out of whomever sent them the best song they could make.

“Well, Frogurt, are you going to come over tomorrow?”

“Yes, Mama. I have to go now, Mama, my show’s going to start.”

“Goodbye, Fro—”

He didn’t even watch the show. He spent the entire night on the computer, absorbing thirty years of hip-hop knowledge in a ten hour period. By morning, he had concocted in his head what was, to his estimation, the perfect rap song. He skipped work the next day in order to go to Sam Ash and spend what little allowance Jessica had given him that month on a drum machine.

By that evening, he had finished. “Turn It Down” was created, in all of its glory, and Frogurt slipped it in the mailbox the next morning as if he were mailing a letter bomb. He took the train into work that day and didn’t even mind the horrible cretins who rode the subway with him. When he got off he thought he saw the little kid who sold him the magazine and shook his hand with incredible enthusiasm. Frogurt very nearly got beaten by an angry midget that day, only to come face to face with his even angrier bosses.

“Yo, Faggurt,” said Fettuccine, the stupider of the two brothers. He pushed Frogurt to his counterpart.

“Where the fuck were you, Frogurt?” asked Alfredo, the dumber twin. He pushed Frogurt back, harder.

“You were supposed to be here yesterday, you shit.”

“Who the fuck gave you permission to ditch?”

“I—well, I was—” Frogurt stuttered.

“Okay, I don’t give a shit,” said Fettuccine.

“Dad’s gonna tear you a new one. He’s gonna fuck you in the ass,” warned Alfredo.

That black midget came upstairs, looking for Frogurt. He was an emissary from the record company. Frogurt had won their competition, even though “Turn It Down” had been pieced together almost entirely out of stolen Jay-Z songs.

“Fuck you!” Frogurt said to the twins on his way out. Fettuccine decked him in the face.

And after that, it was all amazing. Frogurt’s life was changed completely around. Suddenly, he had everything. Money, power, women, cars, you name it. Frogurt was living large on top of the world, and Belch was a household name. He bought Jessica a beautiful apartment to live in with Hamlet and Giblet, while he moved out onto Long Island, quitting his job at the telemarketing firm. Girls fainted at the sight of him. Men pushed each other over to shake his hand. Everyone clamored for a piece of Frogurt. For the first time in his life, he felt special.

Then all that passed. After two months of Frogurtmania, nobody cared anymore. Frogurt was a one hit wonder, even if he was a potent one. Slowly, he watched his new life crumble around him. He quickly went into debt. Saturday Night Live and a hundred other venues cancelled on him. The sponsorships, the commercials, the tour, the album: they all fell to pieces. He had to sell his Ferrari and his house and watched as everything went back to the way it was, but worse. Frogurt moved in with his mother and brothers and spent a torturous two nights there before he decided that he was going to kill himself.

It was late at night when Frogurt sneaked out of the apartment and took Hamlet’s rarely driven car out of the garage. It was raining and thundering as he drove calmly out of the city, beginning to hyperventilate as he realized just exactly what he was going to do. ‘This is certainly the end,’ he thought to himself.

He sat there, the car parked on the side of the road, listening to his song play for the first time in two weeks. Before that it had been ubiquitous. He was too sullen to even bob his head along to the beat:

“F to the R to the O-G-U-R-T Everyone wants to get down with me My name is Frogurt F to the rogurt I’m in the back of the club And I’m eating my yogurt DJ, turn the music down I’m tryna do my homework.”

Frogurt realized just how true the lyrics he wrote were: it was a hard knock ouch for ouch. His life had turned into hell. It was all gone. He figured it must have been a mistake; that some people are just born to live inconsequential lives. That was Frogurt. His life was boring, it was depressing, but it was his. Then some great something or other in the sky had made a smudge on a piece of paper and suddenly he had everything. It must have been a fluke!

But he noticed it. He noticed his mistake. He went back and fixed it, and Frogurt was sent hurtling into his old life, back into drudgery and nothingness. He couldn’t bear it. Frogurt had tasted the good life and every mouthful without it tasted an awful lot like shit. That’s why he was there. He felt that his life had had its peak and that there was nothing left to live for.

He closed the door and turned the car back on. He drove it to the precipice, facing the water. He took a long look at the inky blackness of the sea spreading forth before him. In his mind he thought of that one time Charlotte had winked or maybe just blinked at him, and then he thought of all the women that had come after that. He thought of his mother, his father, and his brothers. He thought of the cold embrace of all that sea in front of him.

The song ended.

“That was Frogurt Bean or something with “Turn It Down,” last month’s most popular song. No one cares now, though. Last time I heard or cared, Frogurt had died. Good riddance, I see. In more interesting music, here’s the Rhythm Sec—”

Frogurt angrily turned off the radio. He took deep breaths, crying. The Belches always believed in destiny. Frogurt’s father, Hector, had always told the children that something had a plan for them, and there was no fighting that. He buckled his seatbelt and revved the engine.

“I guess this is my destiny,” he said to himself. “To die here alone, hurtling off this cliff. I wonder what they’ll tell Mama. She always liked Hamlet the most anyway.”

He put his foot on the gas pedal and inched forward.

“Nooooo! That ain’t ya destiny, Frogurt, ya ras bumbaclot!”

Frogurt was no longer alone in the car. The ghost of his father had joined him. Frogurt quickly pulled his foot off the pedal. The Pontiac tottered on the edge.

[stainedglassthreads]

Important ANnouncement

Hello, everyone~ This is LK here. Or Wayvern. Or Glass. Or whatever name you know me by. I’ve got a LOT of names, wow!

Anyways, I’m here with a very important and kinda sad announcement, so listen closely. Or read closely. Whichever! Anyways, you guys may have noticed my Undertale fanfic Triad hasn’t updated in, like, months. And my Pokemon comic Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Renegade’s Redemption hasn’t updated in, like, a year.

I am simultaneously immensely saddened and greatly enthused to inform you I will be cancelling Triad and continuing PMD:RR. Because Triad has the unfixable flaw of not containing the characters Morpheus the Darkrai and Selene the Cresselia, since it’s not a Pokemon story, while PMDRR IS, so that flaw can be very easily fixed.

I understand that a lot of you will probably be very upset over this! A bunch of you got attracted by just Undertale stuff. Which is a… very intriguing game, I shall indeed admit. For that reason, I will tell you all the things I intended to have happen during Triad, and its sequel, Myriad.

Ready? Here we go.

Where did we leave off? Oh, yes. Waterfall arc.

In the Inner section, some important stuff happens. It’s mooooooooooostly the same as the game? Only, of course, Asriel’s there. Oh, and we find out Asriel can’t actually use his magic anymore. Or, his flame magic. Instead he’s got Friendliness Pellets. Gosh golly gobsmackers, wonder why that could ever be? Asriel and the human decide to skip the Undyne hang-out, too, because they think Lost Souls are creepy. Wow, Azzie, you’re a hypocrite.

Pacifist arc, the human here FINALLY starts showing EMOTIONS thank god they are so stupid to write when they’re pretending to be a tough little stoic. They befriend Monster Kid because they can both empathize over how cool Undyne apparently is. Monster Kid tries helping the human in their fight against Undyne…

Unfortunately, though, they get murdered. This triggers some very important plot development in the human. Very important.

And in the Genocide one, welp, you can guess what happens. Lovely LOVE is accumulated, human continues transformation into ‘apathetic serial killer’, etc do we really need 5000+ words describing it when one sentence will suffice?

Now, Hotland is kinda interesting. We get the point of view of not the humans… But that fabulous flamboyant robot, METTATON. Mainly because 18+ chapters of writing one person’s thought process gets boring. It’s about TIME we switch things up a bit.

Oh, right, and the DENOUEMENT arc! Oh my god you guys had no idea how excited I was for this arc, because the name just perfectly perfectly describes it, it is the ONLY true name! Because you see a Denouement is the final part of a play, movie, or narrative in which the threads of the plot are drawn together and matters are explained or resolved, and also the climax of a chain of events where things are decided or made clear AND ALL THAT HAPPENS IT’S LIKE FATE

ANYWAYS ANYWAYS ANYWAYS get this!!! So for the first one, it’s Genocide boss battle. But I decided that just that is… welp, pretty odd? I mean, Flowey/Asriel is the boss in almost every fight, and then we have… that lazy bones. And yeah, toughest fight in the game yadda yadda, but jeez people we have a THEME here.

So I took some cues from that Possession AU thing and now it’s Sans AND Flowey fighting you. I fixed it!

The next part is, basically, the human in the Genocide run murders Asgore. It’s literally three sentences. I’m not sure why it’s its own chapter. In retrospect, that was a stupid idea.

Then it’s the human in the Pacifist run doing the Asgore fight. And then Photoshop Flowey. But the Pacifist human is an impatient little hypocrite and just murders the Souls and Flowey, because it never occurs to them to call out for help because they’re too prideful.

So we have the reveal for the Inner Timeline here, FINALLY. You people were totally right, Asriel won in the Pacifist Timeline!! Which explains why the friendliness pellets thing, and why the human isn’t the same one as the Pacifist Runner, and why Asriel doesn’t have a-- wait actually it explains nothing. Except maybe the Lost Souls. Huh. But that’s what’s happening so I guess that’s what we’re doing?

So this next chapter is… The entire True Pacifist Route. All of it. Not sure how the human figured it out, but whatever.

Oooooo, the next part things get INTERESTING~ Chara takes Frisk’s Soul-- wait a second who’re these ‘Chara’ and ‘Frisk’ people and why weren’t they mentioned before?

So after that… Photoshop Flowey reveals he is a separate entity from Asriel and OOOOOOOOO Inner Runner and Asriel SOUL MERGE to destroy him once and for all!

And the Inner and Pacifist Routes MERGE and Asriel is back and it’s a happy ending for everyone! And that’s Triad! And Myriad…

...Well, it seems like fluff at first, I trick you all into thinking it’s light and happy.

And then the murders begin…

First is… That heartbreaker Error Sans comes in and murders Sans and kidnaps Frisk. Oh me.  

And then… Fatal Error comes in and kidnaps Asriel and harvests his code and leaves Asriel an empty shell. Oh my.

Toriel and Asgore team up to fend off Error… Only for Cross and Nightmare to drop in and murder them while they’re distracted. Oh dearie.

Undyne and Alphys accidentally summon Ink… They go off to fight Error and Cross and Nightmare…

Only Cross really dislikes Error so they start fighting instead and in the process the very fabric of reality is unraveled in dramatic and gory fashion. All currently in the IAD AU are caught by the destruction. Basically the only two in this fic who escape are Frisk and Fatal.

Frisk wanders around the Antivoid… Oh, yes, and eventually this drives them absolutely insane and they become my new OC, Error Frisk. We see plenty of Error Sans but I have never once seen an Error Frisk, about time we remedy that,

Then we seg into Illiad which is the final fic in that series, and it’s basically a war between Error Frisk and Core Frisk.

So that’s all! Thanks for reading Triad, you can stick around and see the spectacular Selene and her wonderful brother Morphy in PMDRR if you want a REAL stor--

LK: Selene, why are you on my computer.

Selene: ...Um.

LK: ...The frick is all this.

Selene: ...Good question?

LK: Why would I kill off everyone in my story? That’s silly. Death is too easy and fast an escape.

Selene: Well, it’s what you do in the Genocide Route for Triad! LK: That’s different. It’s a foregone conclusion that that gets reset. ...Wait a second. Are you jealous?

Selene: :P

LK: Okay, fine. I’ll get working on PMDRR again… Right after I finish Triad. I’ve got a lot of planning to do for Myriad, anyways…

Selene: ...Wait really? You’re not abandoning it?

LK: Heck no. You and Morpheus are my children. And that fic has one of my very few OTPs.

Selene: Eheheheheheheheh~

LK: Now get off my computer.