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spencerhotchner · 3 years

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Alternative {spencer reid}

Chapter 1

summary: Since quarentine was announced, Y/N decided to rewatch all seasons of Criminal Minds. On a lonely night she wished she could be in that universe instead of this. What happens when she wakes up in 2008 in Quantico?

warnings: angst, a very confused reader, regular cm stuff and my grammar (if you find anything else pls lmk

word count: 2k

a/n: i have this idea while watching a movie about parallel universes and all, so i just wanted to try this out. it will be a 10 parts series! im not really sure about this, i think i kinda hate it but im posting it anyways lmao. i hope you gonna enjoy!

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You woke up feeling dizzy and with a major headache. At first you thought it was because you drank a whole lot of wine last night but then you saw yourself in a room you never saw before. You stoop up quickly trying to understand where you were and how did you end up there. You were sure that you have never been in this place before, and it was scaring you that you showed up in there.

There was a mirror nailed to the wall in from of you almost forcing you to look at your own body, that made you notice that you were still wearing the same clothes from last night, but you weren’t home. Not being home was odd given by the fact you stayed there with your family and two friends you invited over, since there’s a whole freaking pandemic going on and you for sure did not want to get sick or get other people sick.

“Did I get kidnapped?” you think out loud. “No, I just watch too much Criminal Minds.” you tell yourself, trying to calm down.

You reach for the face mask placed on the nightstand, getting ready to leave this random place and go home. You tried not to freak out when you realized your phone was gone and the only cellphone in there was probably as old as your grandmother. You dialed your moms number about five times and all of them went on voicemail, making you curse mentally.

This can’t be happening. Not to me.

As soon as you leave the apartment you were in you realized you weren’t in your hometown, definitely not. It was crowded, like, really crowded and no one was wearing any face masks. Where did the freaking pandemic go? You wondered while you felt like a misfit for being the only one wearing it.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?” you ask an old lady walking by.

“You’re on Main Street, sweetheart.” she says.

“No, um, I mean the city.” you watched as the old lady looked at you with a funny face, as if she was calling you crazy on her mind.

“We’re in Quantico, dear.”

“Quantico?” you repeat, mostly for yourself then for her. The lady started at you like you were an alien. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

The air started to go low on you, how did you get to Virginia, anyway? That was across the country from where you lived, Bellevue in Washington state. You started lost walking, trying to understand what the hell was going on. It felt like you were on a parallel universe, like you were in a dream but couldn't wake up and it sure felt very real. You stoped a jornal shop taking a lot at the last newspaper in there, trying to figure if something happened that you were missing. However, nothing reported there shocked you, what did, though, was the date.

July 1st, 2008

You were about to ask someone about it when you bumped into a blonde woman, falling on the ground. As soon as you looked up, you almost chocked yourself. If the day was already weird, this was even weirder. A.J Cook was standing right in front of you with a concerned look. You couldn't really say anything, just staring at her like she wasn't real. It was weird seeing her in front of you after only seeing her through screens.

“I’m so sorry!” she said as she offered a hand for you to get up. “Are you ok?”

“I- um, yes! I’m fine.” you san, getting the dirt out of your outfit. “I’m a big fan of yours! Wish I had my phone here to take a picture but- sorry.“ you stoped talking, realizing she probably doesn’t care.

“Big fan of me? Wow, howcome somebody’s a fan of me?” she sounds surprised.

“Well, you’re on Criminal Minds.” you say as it was obvious.

She looked at you as if you were out of your mind. Not that you weren't thinking otherwise at the moment, anyways.

“I’m on what now?” she asked.

Maybe you got confused and she was the wrong person, but she looked so much like her to not be her. If they were not the same person, then definitely twins. This was so weird, once again, you found yourself asking ‘what the hell’ mentally.

“You’re JJ, Jennifer Jareau, FBI Agent and all.” you say, trying one more time. “Behaviour Analysis Unit...”

“Yea, that‘s me.” she let a nervous laugh comes out of her mouth. “How do you know me?”

‘This is weird’ you thought. How does she not understand where you know her from? Literally Criminal Minds, like you said at first. ‘Maybe this is all a dream.’

“I saw you on tv” you try.

“Oh, I see! You like law enforcement?” she asks you.

“Oh yes, I’m in law-school to be a judge someday.” you answered. “The show, all of it just makes me wanna put all them bad guys in jail.” you say, laughing a bit.

“The show...? What?” you hear her whisper, but decide to ignore it. “What’s the mask about?” JJ asks, making you look at her surprised.

“Um, covid-19?” you say like it’s obvious, because it is.

“Oh, sure...” she smiles as she says it, almost like she's only agreeing because she won't discuss it. “Great talking to you, really, but I gotta go, FBI duty calls.” she jokes.

You smile at her watching carefully as she picks up her phone from her pocket and pick up a call. That phone looked awfully old, like 2000’s old. Why would a famous actress have that kinda of phone? Then, you looked around trying to understand more about what was going on. It was all too out of place.

First, nobody wearing masks, not even a single person but you. Second, you were in a city in which is miles away from your own. Third, a famous actress acted like she’s nobody. And fourth, the date on the calendar said 2008.

If it wasn’t just impossible I would say I time travelled into Criminal Minds universe.

After standing there for literal 10 minutes trying to figure it out what you were going to do, you decide to go to the police department. After all, you may have been abducted, right? Because you didn’t have any knowledge of the place, you took quite some time to get there. As soon as you got there you sigh in relief, that has been quite a walk and damn, you were tired of this situation.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can you help me?” you ask to the lady standing behind the counter.

“Sure, dear. What do you need?” she looks up at you, taking her glasses of her face.

“I think I might have been abducted?” you start. “I woke up in this random apartment.”

“Maybe you had a one-night stand.” she said putting back her glasses.

“No! I am sure I didn’t because first of all, there’s a pandemic going on, second of all I was in Bellevue in Washington state when I went to sleep.” you yell, involuntarily, desperate to make her believe in you.

“Miss, I’m gonna need you to calm down or you will be escorted out of the building. You’re probably on drugs, there's nothing we can do for you.”

“Fuck you.” you say as you watch her face get all red.

Frustrated. That could define what you were feeling, scared and worried could do the work, as well. What were you going to do now? Go to the FBI to see if they could freaking understand why you simply appeared in Quantico? Didn't sound like a bad idea in your mind as you decided to just try it out. After all, you were already pretty screwed up, it would worth a shot.

You reached for your back pocket, hoping that the money you shoved in there more than a week ago would still be in there. Bingo! You pull out a 20 dollar bill out of it and the next thing you know you’re getting into a cab asking him to take you to the FBI. Now that’s something you never thought would happen. The travel was quite quick, in 20 minutos you were standing in front of that big isolated building. It looked like it was taken straight out of your favorite show, that was insane.

The wind blew hard on you when you got out of the vehicle, making you shiver a little, that reminded you that you did not have any clothes nor money to buy more. God, you did not even have where to go. You didn't even get the chance to get into the building as a big man steps in front of you, blocking your way.

“Miss, you're not allowed in this building.” he said without much expression.

“But, sir-” you started, as you saw he was about to interrupt you, you go on. “Ive been abducted and I don't know where or how the hell did I get in here, I’m completely hopeless... Please.” you beg him.

He started at you for a couple of seconds, that felt like centuries for you, just to sigh at you.

“Ok, follow me.” he said. “Do not make me regret this.”

“I-I won’t, sir.” you were quick to answer.

The agent asked another man to cover up for him as he led me into the building. Once again you found yourself admired of how much it did look like a Criminal Minds episode in there, if you weren't totally desperate you'd be amused. Soon, you two were out of the elevator on floor 8, leading with the words Behavior Analysis Unit quite big.

“Can you take her to Agent Jareau, please?” the man said to someone who passed by, who simply agreed.

Now, that's a funny coincidence, there's actually an Agent Jareau in the BAU.

You followed the woman with questioning trying to stay calm when you saw Matthew Gray Gubler sitting on a desk reading some book in Reid style, almost like he was Spencer himself. If you had any doubts you were going crazy, that was the final proof. You stoped walking, taking a stare at him and then at the Agent that stared a you like you were an alien.

“Is there something wrong?” she asks you. “Miss, are you ok?”

You were unable to answer for a few seconds when you finally opened you mouth, still trying to figure it out how to say what was on your mind without sounding completely insane.

“Is that Dr. Spencer Reid?”

And that was all you’re able to say because as soon as you let his name out of your mouth he looked up at you, trying to somehow recognize you. You were sure, that time, that you never looked - and sounded - as insane as right now.

“Yes, that's me.” he answers.

His voice was the last thing you could hear before everything go black. Maybe you were finally going to wake up. Maybe.

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hepalien · 3 years

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lemongams-blog · 3 years

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Curves parallels

prologue

Deep night. A pale crescent sparkles in the starry sky. A warm summer wind blew fallen leaves and small debris across the ground. There was not a soul around, thanks to which I could contemplate the empty benches that were illuminated by the lanterns.

A tall man, dressed in a long, old-fashioned raincoat, walked alone in the park. On his head was a long, wide-brimmed hat that covered the upper part of his face.

“Not a day, but a sheer disappointment,” the man growled angrily, quickening his pace.

~ Does this happen? For the whole day I could not catch even one victim. It feels like all the females are extinct. One command at a time. ~ - the man continued mentally.

Realizing that today nothing shines for him, the man turned around and headed into a dense forest thicket, which was a few tens of meters from him.

Mostly, the forest consisted of conifers, and occasionally other types of trees could be found. For example an aspen.

Suddenly, the man was able to pick up an incomprehensible noise. Sounds were heard very close, literally a few steps away. Curiosity got the better of him, and the man slowly walked to the source of the noise.

What he saw on the spot plunged him into a slight shock:

A girl was lying on the ground, leaning against a tree. Her body was covered with deep wounds that were severely bleeding. She was dressed in an incomprehensible suit, torn in several places. The girl had long, pink horns on her head. In addition, the girl had sharp teeth.

~ Pretty good prey, it will be very offensive if such a rare specimen disappears ~ - flashed through the man's head.

Smiling broadly, the man tried to lift the girl's body, but the unexpected happened.

Something sharp, at high speed, pierced his palm, causing the man to hiss and withdraw his hand. A black, thick liquid began to drain from the resulting wound. However, despite the serious injury, the wound gradually began to heal.

~ Oh shit, this shit just used magic against me ~ - flashed through the man's head.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes began to fill with tears, after which she looked at the stranger.

- P-please, p-p-help me - Stuttering said the girl, gradually losing consciousness.

~ Seriously? Damn, this is funny. A creature of low origin asks me to save her. Although, why not? All the same, this specimen is quite rare, it would be nice to study it ~ - the man thought. The decision was made in seconds.

Taking her in my arms, I walked towards my brother's mansion. If only he was not at home, otherwise we will be in trouble.

***

Morning has come. The bright rays of the sun could not penetrate the room because of the dense purple curtains. The girl opens her tired eyes. Stretching, she raised herself slightly on her elbows, after which she decided to look around.

She was lying on a huge bed covered with a soft black blanket. The room in which the girl was lying was decorated in dark purple colors. At the edges of the bed were carved dark oak nightstands with floor lamps. Opposite the bed was a wide plasma TV with a turntable, next to which was a closet filled to the brim with old cassettes.

~ Am I alive ?! Where I am?! ~ - the first thing the girl thought about. The whole body ached, and the bandaged wounds itched violently. The girl looked under the covers and found that she was absolutely NAKED.

~ What? Why am I not wearing clothes ?! ~ The girl panicked. She was so busy examining the wounds that she did not notice her savior, who was lying next to her.

- Oh, you already woke up baby? - asked the man lying next to him. He put his hand under his head and looked at the frightened girl. With a soft squeak, the girl pulled the blanket over herself to cover herself. Pulling off the covers, she saw that the stranger was also naked. In embarrassment, the girl closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands.

- Sorry, sorry, I didn't want to! the girl said loudly, blushing. The stranger laughed, then said:

- Who are you with us? And do not shout so loudly, otherwise we will have problems.

- Sorry, I honestly don't remember how I got here. Why am I without clothes, and so are you? Everything is so confusing. After all .. After all, there was nothing between us? - rattled the girl, blushing more and more.

“I am your wonderful savior, and now you have to repay me with something,” the stranger said in a satisfied voice, imagining how well this morning could start.

- What? I'm not on ... - the girl did not have time to finish, as a tall man dressed in silk pajamas burst into the room. On his "face" glasses were visible. The girl huddled in the corner of the room with a blanket and only now noticed that both were missing any facial features.

- Offender, how many times have I told you not to bring your girlfriends here! You deprive me of healthy sleep and nerves! And if I have bruises under my eyes ?! the man shouted eccentrically, waving his arms.

- If you don't leave the room right now, bruises under the "eyes" will appear very soon - My husband said, ina with a note of irritation - And it was not I who yelled, but she - Offender pointed his finger at the girl, which made her huddled in the corner even more.

- I saved this cutie yesterday as a hero, by the way - Boasting he said. - Now get out, she must repay me.

- Did you save her? Really? You are not even able to save yourself. You usually think of only one thing.

After these words, Trender approached the girl, which made her pressed against the wall.

- Horns? Fangs? So are you a demon? - asked the mod.

- No! I am human. I'm sure of that. They did something to me. - Answered the girl - Maybe I will be of some use to you?

- Well, what can you do? - Offender asked with a malicious smile.

- I can be useful as a maid, or a servant. - The girl answered.

- And the idea is not bad, in this house except me no one cleaned for a long time. But the decision must be made only when everyone is awake.

***

The Slenderman lay in his bed, enjoying a restful sleep. Hearing a loud cry, he realized that Offender had brought another "girlfriend". Getting out of bed, he went to the wardrobe, where he put on his funeral suit, and then went out into the corridor.

Meanwhile, screams and curses came from Offender's room.

~ How I hate it ~ - the Faceless mentally boiled and entered the room. In the room, he found several bloody spots, pieces of torn cloth, and a naked Offender trying to take the girl in a blanket away from Trender. Seeing her brother, they let the girl go, and she, in turn, fell to the floor.

- What did I say about your victims in this house? - said the man in a serious voice, approaching the girl. The girl herself began to back away. Slender was about to rip her head off with his clawed hand. However, something held back his hand, preventing him from striking.

- Vile demon - the Faceless said with disgust. This was followed by a strong blow with a vector, from which the girl flew into the wall.

- I'm not a demon! No! I cannot be a demon - she grumbled, gradually rising from the floor.

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- What about your horns? And the fangs? And what was holding my hand back? I don't think that other creatures can do that - the monster said with a laugh. Offender pulled on his cloak and stood between the girl and the monster.

“Hey brother, this is my sweetheart, so I’m taking care of her. Better get out of here, otherwise you will get in full.

- If you want to get serious wounds, then I will help - Faceless answered aggressively, throwing his jacket on the floor.

As you might expect, a fight broke out between the brothers. While they were fighting, Trender took the girl in his arms and carried her to his room.

While the girl was waiting behind the screen, Trender sewed suitable clothes for her. He sewed the girl an unusual blue dress with a corset. He gave the dress to the girl, after which she got dressed and left. Appreciating his impeccable work, he approached the girl and began to tighten the corset.

“So, you’ll clean the whole house, cook for us, and clean up Offender’s garden. - At that moment, the brothers burst into the room with beatings and small smudges of black liquid resembling blood

- We made a decision: I will give you a probationary period a week. If you can do it, you will live, and if not, then I will kill you. Personally. Now go and make breakfast for four. And cook more - said the Faceless.

- Yes sir - answered the girl. She was heading towards the exit of the room when she was suddenly stopped by Offender.

- Baby, so what should we call you? - he asked.

- My name is 4.13.1.5.6.19.19, but you can call me Gladess.

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The Designer and the Twins

When Adrien volunteers to look after Alya's twin sisters for a bit but ends up having to go to a piano lesson instead, it forces Mr. Agreste to step in and look after the girls himself. How hard can babysitting two young girls be?

As it turns out, it can be VERY hard.

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Gabriel Agreste was in the middle of a round of edits on some evening dress designs Saturday afternoon when he heard the front doors open. He spared only a single glance in that direction- no doubt it was Adrien, returning from whatever outing he had managed to persuade Nathalie to allow, just in time for piano lessons- before returning his attention to his work.

The squeals of excitement yanked his head back up a moment later. He frowned, sitting up fully and staring in the direction of the atrium. Two voices- young, definitely girls, and sounding nearly the same- exclaimed over how large it was, how there was no color, how the other should look at the big painting, could they play in the plants-

Gabriel Agreste pushed himself up out of his chair and strode to the office door, scowling out into the atrium. The first thing he saw was Adrien, trying his best to contain two young girls that came up to hip-height. They were running to and fro, trying to look at everything all at once.

He cleared his throat, unimpressed. Adrien's head whipped around, but the girls didn't slow down at all. Gabriel spared them a glance, then turned his attention on his son. Adrien was cringing a bit as he watched the girls tugging at a door, but he straightened as he turned to Gabriel.

"Father, I can explain," Adrien said quickly, gesturing to the girls. "These are Alya's sisters. I was helping Alya bring some books for our project back to her house so we could work on it there during the week, but then her bike hit a hole and it fell over and she got a really bad cut on her leg. So her older sister had to bring her to the hospital because she'll probably need stitches, but her younger sisters still needed to be watched, so..."

"So you offered," Gabriel finished, entirely unamused. "Forgetting, I'm sure, that you're meant to have piano lessons in three minutes? Your instructor is already waiting for you in the lounge."

Adrien froze, gaze shooting back to the twin girls. They had finally paused in their exploration, glancing between Adrien and Gabriel with wide eyes. "Uhh..."

"Were none of your other friends available to help?" Gabriel demanded. "Or were none of them willing?"

"They- well-" Adrien shifted from foot to foot, looking uncomfortable. "Nino is on the other side of the city- he's got family over, apparently, and they were going to a roller garden- and Marinette is busy right now, Alya said. She's already babysitting Madam Chamack's daughter, and Manon is a handful just by herself."

Gabriel glanced at the two other girls. They were giggling over something between the two of them. Then he looked back at Adrien, who was looking a little stressed, and he considered.

Adrien had to attend his piano lesson, of course. He had gone without lessons for a while now because his instructor had been gone on vacation and then sick leave for several weeks already, and there were several things that Gabriel had already asked the instructor to work on so that Adrien would be able to perform at the Gabriel winter investor's dinner. Adrien wouldn't be able to concentrate or learn a thing with the twins around, that was obvious. They were unruly and Adrien had absolutely no experience with kids. He wouldn't be able to control them. Gabriel, however, had raised a kid- or helped raise a child, at least, considering that Emilie and their old nanny had done most of the work so that he could focus on designing- and was aware of how to keep kids under control.

There was no other option, really. If the twins went along for the lessons, Adrien's instructor could very well quit and then Gabriel would have to waste some of his time finding a suitable replacement. A quick mental cost-benefits analysis confirmed that, and he sighed before addressing Adrien. "Very well. I'll watch them while you attend your lesson. As soon as it's over, though, remember to come collect them at once."

Adrien lit up. "Really? You would do that, Father? Thank you so much!"

"No more lollygagging now, go," Gabriel instructed, and Adrien scampered off as instructed. The twins made to follow, until he cleared his throat. "Girls, you'll be coming with me. Adrien has lessons right now."

"Lessons! Ew!" they chorused in almost disturbing unison, turning away from Adrien at once. "Lessons are yucky! They're boring and we have to sit still!"

...okay, yeah, forget almost disturbing unison. That was disturbing unison.

"We'll come into my office," Gabriel continued. "And then I'll, uh..."

He came up blank. It had been too long since Adrien had been the twins' age, and Gabriel hadn't exactly been a particularly involved parent at that time. He would have Nathalie search up some activities, or perhaps take over the babysitting herself, but she was currently out on lunch break.

Surely he could manage alone until she came back. She was due to return any time now.

"Can we have juice?" one twin asked, tugging at Gabriel's sleeve as they entered the office.

"And cookies?" the other added on, tugging the other sleeve.

Gabriel resisted the urge to rip his arms away from both of them. That would no doubt end in tears, and he neither wanted to nor knew how to deal with tears. "I- fine. Wait here for one minute, I'll page the kitchen staff to bring up juice and cookies."

"Yay!"

Well, so far, so good, Gabriel figured as he headed across the room to Nathalie's intercom to order two cups of juice and two plates of cookies. It was important to keep kids fed and hydrated, and getting them a small snack would keep them from whining. They could sit down on the floor and eat, and he could return to his designing and actually get some work done.

"Can we see what you're drawing?" one twin wanted to know as soon as Gabriel had ordered their food and headed back to his desk. "Is it something pretty?"

Her sister pushed her. "Dummy, adults don't draw! They only write!"

"No they don't! Look, see, all of the drawings of dresses!"

Gabriel stiffened as he suddenly found himself surrounded by two small, curious girls, one on either side of his chair. "Now girls, go back over to the door and wait nicely-"

"Why are you drawing dresses?" one twin asked. "Boys don't wear dresses! Can you draw a dress for me?"

"I design-"

"I want a dress, too!"

"But I asked first!"

Gabriel moved his sketchbook and the loose pages of designs out of their reach. "I am trying to work here, girls, go-"

His movement bumped his computer mouse, minimizing the window that he had up and revealing the one behind it, which was the Ladyblog. That was an immediate distraction for the twin terrors at his elbows.

"Look, it's the Ladyblog!"

"Our sister runs that! Does she know you look at it?"

"Everybody in Paris looks at it!"

"Yeah, because Ladybug is so cool! MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!" they cheered in unison, both miming throwing a Lucky Charm up into the air.

"You should design something for Ladybug!"

"Are you any good at designing?"

"Do you sew, too? I don't see any needles!"

"You asked for juice and cookies, sir?"

Gabriel tried not to slump in relief as the twins promptly abandoned him to run to their chef, who did quite a good job of not reacting as he handed out two cups of juice and two plates of cookies before making a hasty exit. Now that was them distracted for the time being, so he could actually think about what to do next. Clearly the twins would not be content to simply sit in silence until Adrien came to collect them- they didn't seem at all intimidated by his raised voice, which suggested that they probably got ordered around quite often but never saw any real consequences- so he would have to find some way to entertain them. Without, of course, exerting any real effort himself. He had work to do, after all, and couldn't be bothered with spending any extended amount of time dealing with kids.

Even as he thought that, his Miraculous started to warm. Somewhere in the city, someone was upset enough to get akumatized. Gabriel almost automatically moved to get up and head for his elevator before realizing that he couldn't. There were two very, very nosy pairs of eyes in his office, and they would absolutely blab about anything strange that they saw. And with their sister running the Ladyblog...

He scowled and sat back down. Within a couple minutes, his Miraculous started cooling back down again, the opportunity gone.

"We want to watch cartoons!"

Gabriel startled out of his thoughts, his attention going back to the twins. They had finished off their cookies already- and he was going to have someone come up and clean, because there were crumbs all over the floor and one of the girls had clearly spilled a bit of her juice- and were headed back over for him, this time with chocolate-smeared fingers and sticky hands.

He panicked for a moment, then realized that they had literally just handed him a distraction- cartoons. While he had heard plenty in the news lately telling parents not to let their kids get raised by screens and to limit TV time, he was neither the parent of these two little terrors nor their guardian, and so that didn't apply to him. But he did know that he would have to find some age-appropriate cartoons for the girls to watch, because otherwise he would have their parents coming after him with "concerns" and he really had neither the time nor the patience to deal with that. They would no doubt do the same if he yelled at the girls to get them to behave, so he had to watch himself.

"All right, all right, I'll set up some cartoons- if you promise to sit still and watch," Gabriel told them. "No running around or anything."

"We promise!"

Gabriel tried not to grumble as he headed for Nathalie's computer. He knew that she had Netflix on her computer because she liked having cooking shows on in the background as she worked her way through particularly tedious paperwork, which he normally rolled his eyes at but right now he couldn't be more grateful that she had a resource like that on hand for him to borrow. She was logged in, which was good, and Gabriel went ahead and flipped through the listings of cartoons.

...he really wasn't familiar with what was age-appropriate for kids that small. Gabriel didn't know what any of the shows were- he had no reason to be- so the most he had to go off on was the pictures. And pictures could be misleading. He had seen enough commercials recently to know that there were some very young-looking designs for shows that had much more adult humor. So after a couple minutes of waffling with increasingly impatient twins at his elbow, Gabriel picked the youngest-looking show- surely it would be safe- and clicked on it, letting the first episode load a bit before turning the computer to the kids. It took a minute to get them seated- they were each convinced that the other was closer, which resulted in a bit of pushing back and forth before Gabriel finally got them to cut it out- and then he could finally, finally get back to his seat and start up his work on reviewing the designs again.

It had only just occurred to him that these two had made up the akuma Sapotis and that they had been quite the handful as akumas. They hadn't listened when he warned them about the trap, only wanting to run around and eat what they wanted and go to the amusement park and stay up and night and watch cartoons and...and not listen to rules.

Gabriel was starting to suspect that maybe things wouldn't go quite as smoothly as he had initially thought, but now the twins were settled in front of the computer screen and listening to some show with obnoxious music and high-pitched voices. It was distracting, but he could tune it out well enough. It took a few minutes for him to get back into the designing groove and figure out where he had left off. The design that he was reviewing was from one of his younger designers, which meant that it was easy enough to pick out where the lines needed to be altered just a touch and mark a change in the type of fabric. The piece was original and creative, though, inspiring enough that Gabriel set it aside for a moment to grab another sheet of paper, sketching out the starting lines for a matching suit to go along with the dress. It would be close-cut, absolutely tailored to perfection and creating a bit of an illusion of broader shoulders.

These pieces would end up on the runway, Gabriel was positive. Paired pieces were always popular.

He had just started scribbling down detail on the side of the paper when he glanced up briefly and spotted Nathalie's computer playing to an audience of...zero.

Frowning, Gabriel sat up fully. The sound of giggling caught his ear, and he spun around to see one twin crouching next to one of his mannequins, the hem of the dress there draped over her head like a wedding veil.

"No playing with the dresses!" Gabriel barked, and both girls jumped before scrambling away from the mannequin. He frowned over at the dress- he would have to get it cleaned soon to remove any chocolate-y fingerprints that might have gotten on the fabrics- before returning his attention to the girls. "I thought you were watching cartoons!"

"Those cartoons are boring," the first twin complained. "They're for babies."

"They're so dumb," Twin No. 2 chimed in. "I don't wanna watch a baby show. Do you have fabric scraps we can play with?"

Gabriel frowned. All of the fabric scraps that he had around the office were exclusive Gabriel print samples, or silks and embroidered pieces or things that he had beaded. They weren't things that he wanted ruined or accidentally going home with the girls. "No. And you promised-"

"But it's a baby show!"

Movement by the door caught Gabriel's eye, and he turned in relief to see an unimpressed Nathalie standing there, surveying the scene in front of her. He opened his mouth to ask her to take the girls- surely she could entertain them elsewhere in the house- but Nathalie beat him to it.

"I'll be taking a late lunch now," Nathalie told him, turning to stride right back out the door. "I will see you in a bit, Mr. Agreste."

"You were just out on lunch, Nathalie!" Gabriel objected, jolting straight up in his chair.

"And I was just summoned to the Gabriel building on urgent business," Nathalie continued as though she hadn't heard him, pulling out her phone and consulting it as though an email had just come in. "So I have to go sort that out. I will be back...at some point."

And before Gabriel could protest, she was gone. He gaped after her for a few seconds- she was his employee, she couldn't do that!- then turned back to the girls still tugging at his elbows, trying not to growl in frustration.

He had to remember, if he lost his temper, it would get back to their parents. If it got back to their parents...

So Gabriel took a deep breath, glanced at the clock- was it broken? Surely more time had passed than that!- and then turned back to the twins. "Okay, what do you want to watch?"

The girls lit up, hopping up and down and yammering at him faster than he could follow. He let them tug him up out of his chair and towards the computer, having them point out the show that they wanted to watch instead. They then spent five minutes arguing over which show they wanted to see out of a pick of four or five things before settling on one. Sighing with relief (and trying his best to ignore the headache starting to build at the edges of his temples), Gabriel clicked on the first episode that came up, arranged the computer to the twins' satisfaction, and returned to his seat. He glanced up as the cartoon started to play and- okay, he could already tell that the cartoon was a bit less babyish than the first one, though it still had annoyingly high-pitched voices for all of the characters. The girls seemed content, so Gabriel gave himself a pat on his back and returned his attention to his designs. Several minutes later, he was just getting back into designing mode. He picked up his pencil, and-

"We've seen this episode already!"

"Yeah! I don't wanna see it again, I already know what happens!"

"We've seen this so many times!"

Gabriel let out a long breath through his nose as he was unceremoniously ripped from designer mode yet again. The twins were already clambering to their feet, clearly ready to abandon their activity and start tearing through his office again. He stood before they could get too far, strode to the computer, and maneuvered back to the menu to pick out another episode. It started playing, and the twins sat back down.

Hopefully he would get more than three minutes to himself this time.

They got past the intro without incident, and Gabriel turned his attention back to his work. He had almost gotten back into the groove when the complaints started up again.

"I've seen this already! This is an old episode!"

"Really old!"

"I'll change it, I'll change it, just keep sitting!" Gabriel said hastily, completely willing to agree to anything to get them to shut up already. Thank god he and Emilie had gotten a nanny to get Adrien past this age, and thank god that they had only had one kid. Having two or more- having twins- would have been a nightmare. And hadn't Adrien said that there were four kids in the Ladyblogger's family? That would be awful. "How many episodes of this have you seen?"

There was some whispering between the two girls, and then some arguing. Finally they resurfaced with a shrug and an unhelpful "I don't know".

Small children were maddening.

Gabriel selected another episode, this time just a little further along. There weren't that many episodes listed, so if they had selected this show it meant that there had to be some that they hadn't seen yet, right?

Apparently not. Over the next thirty minutes, the girls kept interrupting him every few minutes, taking anywhere between three to six minutes to recognize an episode and start complaining. At one point, they lost interest in the cartoons entirely and started asking if they could have cake. With a groan, Gabriel realized that he shouldn't have given in so easily to their request earlier. It had been a test to see how much they could get away with, and he had failed it.

He also missed another prime akumatization opportunity. Two so close together was rare, and yet he couldn't slip away and take advantage of it.

"Of all the days for Adrien to have a two-hour lesson instead of a one-hour one," Gabriel groaned as he pushed his work to the side again to put an end to the complaining that had started anew. The twins were looking antsy now that so much time had passed without them watching all the way through an episode, and he had to wonder how much longer he would last.

Would it be possible for him to go online and hire a babysitter to finish up the time? If they stayed in the house, surely no one could complain? But it seemed unlikely that he would be able to find someone on such short notice, and it would take time for them to arrive. Besides, finding a babysitter online would require actually having more than a couple consecutive minutes to focus on that, and he didn't have more than a couple consecutive minutes, not with the girls needing constant attention.

Three more episode switches later, and Gabriel was ready to start pulling his hair out. Right before he was about to snap at the girls to just sit down and enjoy an old episode, the door buzzer rang. Gabriel dove for it, welcoming the interruption. Maybe Nathalie had sent a babysitter. Maybe the twins' family had finally decided to come pick them up. Maybe-

It was one of Adrien's classmates, the designer girl- Marinette Dupain-Cheng, he remembered. Next to her stood another very small child, her brown pigtails barely reaching the bottom of the camera.

He couldn't deal with another small child, he really couldn't.

"I'm here to collect Ella and Etta!" Marinette said with a cheerful wave at the camera. "Adrien texted me and said that he left them with Mr. Agreste?"

"He did," Gabriel said at once, noting the way that Ms. Dupain-Cheng startled. Clearly she had been expecting Nathalie at the other end. He pressed the button to open the gates. "Enter."

"Who was that?" one of the twins wanted to know at once. "A new babysitter?"

"Yes-" Gabriel started, but they were already on their feet and racing out to the atrium. Just as they got there, Marinette stepped in with the other small girl in tow. She took one look at the racing girls and raised one eyebrow, planting her free hand on her hip.

"Ella! Etta! Is that how we behave indoors? And when we are guests in someone's house?"

Much to Gabriel's surprise, both twins slowed down and shook their heads. "No..."

"I didn't think so." Marinette turned her attention to Gabriel. "I hope that they've been behaving themselves."

Gabriel opened his mouth to answer before thinking better of it. He didn't need to admit to a fourteen-year-old that he had been having trouble keeping two five-year-olds in line, not when they had settled down so quickly at her demand. Instead, he changed the subject. "Are the twins' parents finally back home to take them? Or your friend?"

Much to his surprise, Marinette shook her head. "No, not yet. Alya needs stitches and a tetanus shot, so she and Nora aren't going to be home for a while, and their parents are super-busy right now and can't leave work early. We're going to go over to the TV studio to drop off Manon and after that, I was planning on taking Ella and Etta back to their apartment so that they won't be destroying anyone else's house." She paused, glancing over in the direction that faint piano music could be heard coming from. "I. Uh. If it wouldn't be too much to ask, I would really appreciate it if Adrien could come over and help out, so I'm not the only one watching these two."

"I will send him over once he finishes his piano lessons," Gabriel promised at once, partly so Marinette wouldn't change her mind about taking the twins and partly because Adrien had offered to take up that responsibility in the first place and he needed to understand what following through would be like so that he wouldn't do it again in the future.

A chorus of whining followed Gabriel's words, and he looked over to see both twins pouting at Marinette.

"I don't want to go on a walk!"

"Yeah, that's too far! And it's too hot!"

"I want to stay here and watch cartoons and eat cookies!"

"And drink orange juice!"

The small girl holding Marinette's hand stomped her foot and turned to her babysitter. "I want cookies, too!"

"Cookies and no walking!"

Gabriel's headache spiked as the whining got louder, but Marinette only frowned at them. "Manon, you've already had cookies. Also that's too bad, we're going on a walk. No, you don't get a say in this. Now thank Mr. Agreste and we'll be leaving."

"But I don't want to!"

"Yeah!"

"If you don't behave, I'll tell your parents and you won't get dessert for a month and you'll have to go to bed early," Marinette warned them, and Gabriel watched in utter disbelief as the twins straightened up and promptly fell into line next to her. "Now what do we say to Mr. Agreste?"

"Thank you!"

Gabriel could only nod in response as the group headed back out the door, following Marinette down the steps and across the courtyard like a line of little ducklings. He waited until they had exited the gates and turned the corner before heading back into his office and collapsing into his chair.

He could deal with uncooperative suppliers and diva clients all day long, but two young children wore him out in a heartbeat. If Ms. Dupain-Cheng hadn't shown up, he- he-

He didn't know what he would have done. His patience had been gone, he had been at his wit's end, and the twins had just been whining and whining and whining.

Ms. Dupain-Cheng deserved a reward of some sort for coming in and rescuing him from those little monsters, Gabriel decided as he reached across his desk for some aspirin. Nothing obvious, of course, because he couldn't let on that he had had any problems with the twins, but she hadn't had to come over and add two more little terrors on top of the handful of a girl that she had already been babysitting. She could have just continued with her day and assumed that he was fully capable of dealing with the twins until Adrien finished his piano lesson, which is what he assumed most teens her age would have done.

Perhaps he would grant her immunity from getting akumatized, Gabriel decided after a minute's thought. He wasn't experienced enough to be able to identify individual imprints himself, but Nooroo could and he could block her imprint's emotions from getting picked up by the Miraculous upon request. Gabriel had heard talk that it wasn't a particularly pleasant experience for those who hadn't gotten akumatized voluntarily. Something about how their memories during that time were fuzzy or lost completely, which was terribly disorienting. He hadn't experienced the same, of course, and neither had Nathalie, but the two of them were special cases. Everyone else had to deal with holes in their memories and a nagging sense of confusion, neither of which were pleasant.

Yes, that was what he would do. It would be a way to express his thanks without giving away that he was doing that at all, Ms. Dupain-Cheng would no doubt appreciate being able to express her emotions safely, and it wasn't as though it would be any great loss to him.

There would always be other people to akumatize, after all, and giving one normal teenage girl a free pass out wasn't going to make any big difference in the long run.

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years

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khkt 02.10.19 lb

i hope you guys don’t mind i haven’t been including caps in the lbs these days. it’s just that capping + inserting the images in tumblr makes an lb take 3x longer, and i really don’t want to be spending that kinda time on a show that’s not giving me much joy rn. i’ll get back to it eventually, coz i’m a visual bish, but for now it’s just too much time and energy waste.

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i hate these preview things. i hated it on ib, i hate it now. they just spoil the episode and are utterly pointless.

naren you are a rudeass fucking bitch. i'll need you to fix that 'tude before sona gets married into this house.

suman, you're right, but like.... calm down a little. sona is already hairaan pareshaan enough.

I AM MAMA BEAR SUMAN. I WILL MANGLE ALL YOU FUCKS TO DEATH IF YOU TALK CRAP ABOUT MY GIRL.

sona, you're too nice. if i were you, i'd be halfway to goregaon by now. fuck raima, fuck you sippys, and fuck romantic love and relationships and all this unnecessary bullshit.

great, half of sukhmani sippy’s staff and equipment have arrived.

........... ok but what zaroorat does rohit have of you rn, sona? you're not a medical professional, and you're really not in his good books at the moment. chup chaap khadi raho na yahin kahin pe.

bechaara ajit has to go all the way to j seth now. ouff.

bheed toh aise jamaa rakhi hai sippys ne jaise koi shooting chal rahi ho idhar. like, the majority of y'all work in a hospital, aur jaahilon ki tarah you’re just crowding the room and gawking like this.

god my heart is breaking for sona. why is she simply torturing herself?

ofc he has to be standoffish. ugh.

i am suman. SUMAN IS ME. can we just go the fuck home pls??????

ouff, sona and pulkit, you're both soft idiots.

men with eyelashes this good infuriate me.

this terrible waily music is adding to my dull headache.

dude. i get you're stressed, but come the fuck on, you were proposing to her 10 min back. you can afford to be civil. you could have said that in a polite tone. like ffs, be an adult and learn to keep a handle on your emotions for a bit. i'm so sick of men using any one (1) unpleasant emotion passing through their system as a ready excuse to be a fucking asshat.

oh great. Irritating Bong Mom is also here.

rohit what the fuck is wrong with you, you're a doctor for godssake, how the fuck is your bedroom a substitute for a hospital???? LIKE, IT'S NOT EVEN SOME RANDOM HOSPITAL; IT'S YOUR FUCKING HOSPITAL, YOU OWN IT, AND CALL ALL THE SHOTS THERE, SO WHAT EVEN..... lord i'm just so frustrated rn.

great, Irritating Bong Mom is shaking rohit like a pulp waale juice ka dabba.

MY GOD THIS WOMAN IS JUST SO SLAP-HAPPY; THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER?!?!?! AUNTY YOU CAN'T JUST GO AROUND SLAPPING PPL AS AND WHEN YOU LIKE.

OMFG SHE PUSHED SONA ALSO. AUNTY KA NAAM BADAL KE SHONALI NAGRANI RAKH DO, COZ SHE IS FUCKING ASKING FOR IT. SHE'S DYING FOR IT. GET THE FUCK OFF THEIR BACKS, GOT IT?!?!!?!?!?!?!?

rohit ki satak gayi hai. he's just yelling at everyone. if raima's family doesn't consent to her being treated by a particular doctor, fairly sure they have THE RIGHT to take her elsewhere. you can't hold her hostage here coz of your personal hangups.

sona, you need to stop pushing. like he already told you to leave, why the hell do you wanna tell him your truth RIGHT THIS SECOND??? there's no point telling a person who's not in the headspace to listen.

finally sona ko akal aa gayi.

GREAT NOW SUMAN IS LIKE NO WE CAN’T LEAVE, WE HAVE TO TELL THEM OUR SIDE OF THINGS. CAN YOU JUST FUCKING LEAVE THIS HELLHOUSE ALREADYYYYYYY?!?!!?!?

oh sona. :(((((((((

lmao suman has the most "coz men are trash, child" face ever as sona laments hysterically about rohit not listening.

ok dipika i love you, but the shrieking is getting hard to take.

also why is sona taking responsibility for "ruining" karan's life? self pity mein kuch zyaada hi.

oh god, slap to get her outta the hysterics. how very tv serial-ish.

and ofc she went into sadma after that. ouff this show is becoming too cliche, too fast.

who woulda ever thunk suman would be my favt character in an episode????? i didn't, and i'm quite pleased about it.

oh god she's just a child on the inside. abandonment issues to the maxxxxxxxxxxx. everyone in this show needs so much fucking therapy.

god this awful fucking music, i'm getting really mad. my sensitivity to noise is super high and this episode is just hell on my nerves.

FORWARDING. I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE.

oh so you've finally calmed down enough to be civil to other ppl, is it???? good. if you'd have yelled at tulsi also, screen mein ghusske i'd have kicked your damn ass.

RETURN OF MUSIC. UGHHHHHHHHH.

oh ho sona, give the dude some time. matlab, come on, let him breathe.

OMG ROHAN HOW FUCKING DARE YOUUUUUUUUUUU

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MAIN LIARS AUR CHEATERS SE BAAT NAHI KARTI IT SEEMS.

ughhhhhhh i really cannot with you two grossass fucks rn.

is that why you came all the way here, to demand answers as to why she spoke to pooja that way???

alice's dialogue delivery is real bad rn.

ugh literally fuck off, you losers.

sona, learn to take a hint. my god, this is such a teenager-y relationship.

lol doorbell hai sir, mandir ki ghanti nahi ki bajaaaye hi jaa rahe ho.

i know this is a dream anyway so i don't really give a shit.

i still don’t understand how a ring that is thrown can injure you BEHIND THE EAR?!?!

sis, you need a klonopin. at least a shot or two of codeine waala cough syrup to knock you the fuck out for a few hours.

wow, swift return of rationality when it came to pulki's internship.

uhhhhhh, that's EXACTLY why he chose pulkit for the internship??? coz he's your brother. literally no other reason.

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veena asking the real (but waaaaay too premature) question.

raima asking irritating question.

director asking valid question.

#kahaan hum kahaan tum #khkt lbs #episode liveblogs

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648-649: "Making a Sortie! The Legendary Hero Usoland!" and "The Fierce Battle Coming to the End! Lucy vs Chinjao!"

*looks into the camera like in The Office*

The fight between Luffy and Don Chinjao is finally over! I think after what happened, Luffy might have found a new friend. Law also made a stressful phone call to The Krusty Krab Sunny and ordered delivery of one ship to Green Bit.

Zoro and Franky have teamed up with Sol at Resistance HQ in Flower Field, and if Usopp keeps perpetuating his fantastic bullshit, the entire Strawhat crew will be elevated to God status in the Tontatta tribe.

Slightly worried about Law and the Strawhats stuck on Sunny but I’m seventy percent certain they will pull through and won’t be captured by any Donquixote family affiliates. (The thirty percent left over remains a huge, nagging doubt.)

Luffy’s Tough Love Fight Therapy

The Colosseum showdown between Luffy and Don Chinjao picked up at the start of episode 649.

The action was fast and furious. Luffy pulled out all his quick moves: jet pistol, jet gatling, jet stamp gatling. All defended against by Chinjao. The crowd went wild. It was one of the greatest matches the Colosseum had ever seen! Some cheered for Lucy. Others cheered for Chinjao. The atmosphere was electric.

“You’re quite a fighter,” Don Chinjao said.

“Yeah, you’re strong too, as I thought,” Luffy answered. You know. Being honest as he is.

Don Chinjao totally overreacted. “WHAT U SAY? STRONG? U TRYIN TO INSULT MEH??”

Luffy was, quite rightly, bewildered. “Wtf, all I said was that you’re strong?”

Apparently, this was a grave insult to Don Chinjao. A huge kick in the ego. Chinjao had been much stronger before.

“I’m no better than a wolf without its fangs now. A skin-headed man without his drill. A brat like you can’t understand how miserable I feel living my life like this. I’m frustrated, disappointed and sad. But you can never understand.”

I laughed when Luffy yelled, “How can I understand? You keep messing with me without explaining anything!” (He’s just saying what we were all thinking, right?)

“You really want to know why I’ve become like this?”

“No, I’m not that interested.” (Lmao! We meet again, harsh Luffy.)

“Well, I’ll tell you before you die, since you insist.”

Don Chinjao is one of those old dudes that is TELLING you that long and rambling story even though you have showed zero interest and have been glancing at your watch for the past half hour.

Suddenly, Luffy the Fight Therapist was unwilling and open for business.

According to Chinjao, Garp punched his head in thirty years ago. Literally. As in Don Chinjao once looked like Dan Akroyd from 90s sci-fi comedy, Coneheads.

That was until his resplendent, pointy napper met Garp’s fist.

The whole flashback was hilariously weird. Turns out Chinjao’s drill-like bonce was the only means to access his remote family treasure vault under an ice sheet. Once Garp took away the key, Chinjao fell into a deep depression. Heartbroken, he retired from piracy, a lifeless shell, just idling away time.

That was kind of sad. I felt for Chinjao then. He’s like the model of the old, proud working man who suffers a physical injury, can no longer work and slips into anger and depression. Since Chinjao knows and values nothing but strength, wealth and power, he cannot and will not see another way forward. Unlike Luffy, Don Chinjao got his ass beat and never found the strength to crawl out of the gutter and retrain.

Instead, he decided to lay the blame for his misfortune squarely at Luffy’s feet.

Luffy, naturally, was outraged. “Wtf are you talking about? Grandpa and I are different people. Look, mate. I’m busy. I’m gonna win Ace’s fruit at any cost and become the Pirate King. I have no time to be your therapist.”

Then Chinjao made two Big Mistakes.

Wow, Chinjao has Really Specific Taste

Mistake #1?

Chinjao laughed off Luffy’s chances at becoming Pirate King. The reason was typical crotchety old man talk: “the media lionised you worst generation squirts and it emboldened you. But none of you are strong enough to sail across the sea *we* fought on. After Whitebeard’s death, I ain’t expecting much. The only guy who looks good is Blackbeard Teach.”

At the mere mention of Teach, Luffy’s eyes became two circles.

“If I had to pick one, it’s him. But anyway, if you’re only good enough to compete against me, just give up!”

Oh, Chinjao, I thought. Ohhhhhhhh, you just goofed. You goofed big time. You do not mention Teach in a positive light within Luffy’s earshot. You just do not. Teach was the asshole who captured Ace and handed him to the Marines. He shares Public Enemy Number One status with Akainu. Tell Luffy you believe Teach will become Pirate King and your fate is sealed.

Mistake #2?

Chinjao’s fighting style is kinda lame. People who spin during fights in shounen anime are always fodder (the one that sticks out is that spinning top guy in the HxH Heaven’s Arena arc.) This was not his mistake. It’s just a side thought.

The Teach comment pushed Luffy’s buttons. But what Chinjao said next was even worse.

“You’re not too bad but if a guy like Rayleigh chose a brat at this level as the flag bearer for this generation, he’s not as smart as he used to be. The Marines were smart when they squelched the most evil one of the lot: Ace. That man had demon’s blood in his veins. Do you think you can beat the Marine admirals, the Yonkou and surpass Roger? That’s impossible!”

Demon’s blood? Most evil one of the lot?

*cue Kill Bill red-mist music*

“Stop whining over one punch!” Luffy yelled, as he wound up a Thor Elephant Gun attack. “I can’t count how many times I got punched by Grandpa!”

When the attack connected and that spike popped back out of Chinjao’s head, I laughed like a drain. Luffy hit Chinjao so hard, he turned the clock back thirty years.

I’m sure Chinjao will be ecstatic. Take the L with good grace, mate. Your conehead is back! Go and wreak havoc on the high seas again. Recoup that treasure. The world is your oyster!

Up on the balcony, Bartolomeo still has not revealed his connection with Luffy. Cavendish is still throwing a strop. Bellamy is lurking in the shadows, clearly in two minds about his new assassination mission. And Burgess, thanks to Cavendish and his big mouth, knows that Luffy is Lucy.

Thanks, Cavendish.

(And Burgess really does walk around chortling and flexing all the time. He’s like an evil All Might.)

Thus the Legendary Heroes of Green Bit were Born

This cast reunion based on Usopp’s total bullshit was so much fun.

I loved Usopp and Robin’s expressions when the Tontatta took them to their airport. They were starry-eyed. And so they should’ve been. It was a miniature version of a proper, fully-equipped modern airport. I wouldn’t be surprised if the place had Duty Free, passport control and Starbucks concessions.

But it was not a holiday destination Usopp and Robin were flying out to. The entire airport had been overtaken by a military operation. Cub, the yellow bee squad leader, and Bian, the pink bee squad leader, reported for duty. Usopp picked up the bee planes and kept saying, “I wanna show this to Luffy.” (They are such good pals, it warms my heart.)

Unfortunately, Usopp and Robin were too big to travel by bee plane, so they had to take the local number 20 bus to Dressrosa. The buses were cute, vulpix-like foxes with huge, fluffy tails you can sink right into for a comfortable ride.

While they made their way through the tunnel, Master Roshi - the pervy little Tontatta chief - emerged from Robin’s cleavage. He bore dire warnings. “I should tell you because you will risk your lives for our cause.”

Usopp was thinking, “I ain’t gonna die for you but go on...”

“Doflamingo has been causing our tribe a lot of pain recently, but our connection with him goes way back before the last decade. Nine hundred years ago!”

Then the narrator interrupted and I was like, “So you’re just going to leave it there when I was about to get Doflamingo family history? I am not at all mad about this. No, sir. Not one bit.”

The action cut to Flower Field, where Franky and Sol descended a secret stairwell. Said stairwell led to the Resistance Army HQ! Some soldiers ran up to Sol and addressed him as “Captain”, so Sol is a Big Deal in the Resistance.

Franky was like, “Why are all these small people swarming me?”

Sol explained. The Tontatta people were called fairies in town, how they moved faster than the human eye could detect and how they were immensely strong. Franky put two and two together and realised one of them stole Zoro’s sword!

And guess who reached Flower Field before Franky? Before any of the other Strawhats!

That’s right. It’s our boy Zoro. (So proud he learned to follow directions.)

Zoro, hilariously, had made himself at home and was watching Luffy vs Chinjao on the big screen TV. He was absolutely fuming. Why hadn’t Luffy told him there was a fighting competition? THE BETRAYAL. Will he get over it? Probably.

He must’ve been distracted by the fight, as he completely forgot

Then some intelligence scouts ran up. They had a report for Sol. “We already know what our enemies and Sugar are doing!” (Sugar? Who dat?) “And with the battle close at hand, some legendary heroes have appeared at Tontatta: Usoland and Robiland. They have brought with them Luffyland, Zoroland, Namiland, Sanland, Chopperland, Fraland and Boneland.”

Franky and Zoro exchanged a Look. They knew instantly Usopp was on the bullshit wagon again.

“Um, I think I’m Zoroland,” Zoro said. (Lmao, better get into character quick.)

“And I’m Fraland. Nice to meet you!” Franky added.

It was round about then that Zoro remembered that Nami, Chopper and Brook were in serious trouble back on Sunny. He now wants to skip the battle (he doesn’t yet know about) and rescue the other Strawhats.

I wonder how this will go? Wicka did say she would let Zoro go back to Sunny once he’d taken her back to Resistance HQ. But Leo and the others back on Green Bit were suspicious of Robin and Usopp escaping. Will they let Zoro go or will he have to fight the battle first? Hmmm... I’m fifty/fifty about this.

God damn it, Caesar

*curb your enthusiasm music kicks in*

Meanwhile, back on Green Bit, Law was under heavy bombardment. Fujitora took a step back in this episode and Doflamingo stole the limelight. The cool music from Enies Lobby (as I call it in my head. I have no idea what the real title is) played as Doflamingo pursued Law.

As Doflamingo was about to land a finishing blow, Caesar shrieked, “OI, JOKER! Before you kill Law, I need you to take something back for me. Law took my heart and I don’t know what he’s gonna do with it!”

Doflamingo looked round like, “Wtf... are you talking about?” And while he was distracted, Law shambled his way out of trouble.

Doflamingo was furious. FFS, CAESAR. I bet he wanted to say that but couldn’t. Gotta keep your cash cow scientist happy..

Please send help. Our art teacher has locked us in class.

Unfortunately, Law didn’t have time for a breather. He had an urgent phone call to make.

While Nami, Chopper and Brook were brought up to speed on the Humans Turning Into Toys situation by Giolla, the ship’s DDM rang. Chopper hilariously ignored Giolla and answered the call (she was maaaaad).

It was Law. He said, “Is that Nami-san?”

To my disappointment, Chopper did not answer, “No, this is Patrick.”

“I don’t care what’s going on over there,” Law said. “Listen carefully. I need you to sail Sunny to Green Bit right now. I wanna leave Caesar with you guys. No time to explain. Bye!”

Okay, so I added in the “bye” part. Law abruptly hung up.

I like how he has faith that Nami, Chopper and Brook will be able to handle the situation, but their weapons have been rendered usless by Giolla’s Art Art Fruit power. I have no idea how they’re going to get out of this one (and I’m keen to see Oda’s creative solution).

The shitshow that is Law’s current existence continued once he hung up. Doflamingo is Doflamingo. He caught up with Law again near the end of episode 648. With that slasher smile, he shot Law with a string bullet and demanded to know who Law had called for help.

Doflamingo must be confident he has Law where he wants him because he spilled the beans on his diabolical plan to snare Luffy. “Give me back Caesar’s heart already. It’s so meaningless for you to keep hanging on here. Strawhat has already walked into the trap I set. He’s fighting in the gladiatorial contest at the Colosseum. Tough contenders from all over the world come to fight in it. Outlaws only. It’s a deadly competition. When someone loses, it’s a one way ticket to hell! He will never come out of the Colosseum alive! It’s the end of your alliance, Law. Just give up!”

I wonder if Law will use the heart as leverage. Maybe he’ll give up Caesar’s heart to escape, regroup and stop Doflamingo the old-fashioned way: with Tontatta military might. (Doflamingo better not kill him off...)

Don’t worry, Chinjao. Luffy will beat you until you feel better! :D

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Frozen Heart - ch2

Tony makes an appearance! I’m going to tag anyone who liked/reblogged last time, if you’d rather I stopped, please lmk! And if you’d like me to tag you in the next chapter, please leave a <3 or a reblog!

And if you’d prefer to read on AO3 from the beginning, here you go!

Tony threw a handful of dried blueberries in his mouth and spun around on his chair, trying not to stave off the impending depression for just a little longer. Finishing a project was fantastic. Best feeling in the world. For like, five minutes? And then the boredom set in, and when the boredom set in, the depression was only a heartbeat behind. If Tony wasn’t actively doing something, he was not a happy bunny.

Then again, when he was actively doing something, he got super anxious, because he hadn’t finished yet, and it didn’t count as an achievement unless he’d finished it. Fucking goblin brain.

“JARVIS, bring up the list of unfinished projects, would you?”

“Of course Sir,” said JARVIS briskly, a file opening on the holo-viewer. “There’s a set of body armour you started for SHIELD.”

“Eh, archive that. In fact, archive anything I started for those bastards, they lost their TV privileges when they injected me with chemicals without my consent and tasered a man with a heart condition.”

“Thank you, Sir.” JARVIS made several files disappear with an obnoxious trashing noise. Tony smirked. JARVIS pulled up another file. “There’s also a prosthesis for--”

Tony was already shaking his head. “Nah, I replaced it with something better, remember? That neural transmitter implant which connects to a prosthesis so the kid doesn’t have to get used to a new one every time they grow out of a leg? Archive that as well.”

There were only three projects left. Tony felt a hollow fear start up under his arc reactor and rubbed his solar plexus, biting his lip. How had he let it get this bad? Was he losing his creativity? Was he going to have to… god forbid, be idle?

Something bleeped and Tony jumped, springing to the readout in the corner of the room. Behind him, JARVIS closed the holo-viewer and brought up a map in response to Tony’s touch. “What’s going on here? Solar flares?”

“NASA hasn’t got any solar flares of this significance predicted for the next four weeks, sir.”

Tony frowned at the map, replaying the readings of the last five minutes, but his heart was jumping with glee. The endorphins played a refrain of something new something new on his pulse and he grinned as he localised the readings to the New Mexico desert, not far from a little town called Puente Antigo. “Hey, JARV? Ready the mark XII, would you? I think we need a little break from the city.”

As the repulsors whined to slow his descent, Tony turned his head in all directions, gathering as much data as he could. It was obvious where the anomaly had been centred; a vast circle spread across the dirt, a little bit streaked to the south, as if a meteor had crashed at a steep angle. But the crater itself was like nothing he’d ever seen, a complex runic pattern burned into the ground and then overlayed with… “JARVIS, are those frost patterns?”

“Yes, Sir, the frost appears to have originated from the centre of the crater.” JARVIS marked the point on the heads-up display. “Perhaps you should talk to the people to the left of the crater, judging by the equipment they’re getting out of their van they seem to be conducting some sort of research on the crater.”

Tony’s eyebrows raised. “I’m always ready to talk science to new people,” he said, wheeling low and banking hard. “Except anti-vaxxers, if I wanted to be burned as a witch I’d have invented time travel by now.”

He landed gently and flipped his faceplate up. One of the women already had her phone out to video him, quietly muttering “holy shit, holy shit, it’s Tony freaking Stark,” under her breath. The other woman was tugging at her hair and having a nerdgasm at the patterns branded into the earth, and Tony knew immediately he was going to get along great with these girls. The older guy, maybe not. He looked at Tony as if he was a direct threat to the safety and wellbeing of all of them, which, while probably true, he didn’t need to be quite so obvious about it. Rude.

“Room for a little one?” Tony asked with his favourite media smile.

“Holy shit holy shit it’s Tony freaking Stark!”

“Yeah, hi,” he said, stepping out of the suit and waving at the girl in the glasses.

The other girl looked up at last, big brown eyes wide, as if she’d genuinely missed the noise of his approach. “Huh? Where did you come from?”

He jerked his thumb behind himself at the suit. “New York.”

She stared. “Holy shit, Tony Stark.”

“Yeah. Hope you don’t mind me butting in.”

She looked slightly pained. “Uh. Yeah, sure.”

“I mean, you’re on lead, of course,” he added quickly and watched her face light up again. “First come, first served.”

“Oh my God, really? I mean, you’re not gonna just… call seniority?” she said.

“I can’t call seniority, I don’t know you,” he shrugged.

“Oh, Dr Jane Foster, astrophysicist. This is Dr Erik Selvig, also astrophysics, and my assistant Darcy Lewis.”

“‘Sup,” said Darcy, apparently over her star-struck moment.

“Tony Stark,” he said again, pointing to himself. “No Doctor, so you definitely take seniority. What are we looking at?”

She turned back to the crater, her focus sharpening instantly. “I’ve been working on the spontaneous formation of Einstein-Rosen bridges for the last three years of my life - to the detriment of my entire career. The readings we picked up from here were literally off the chart, the frequencies alone were exactly the same as those the Fermi picks up from distant pulsars! But then we got here fifteen minutes ago, and it got weird.”

Tony followed her over to a rickety machine and looked at the readout over her shoulder. The screen flickered and she smacked it, hard. Tony winced and put his twitchy fingers behind his back. Not my machine, not my machine, no touchy!

Jane made a triumphant noise and pointed to the values as she scrolled up. “My array system here is picking up trace gamma radiation congruent with the kind of energy output of an atomic bomb, but it seems to have been entirely concentrated in this one small area, with no ill effects beyond the scorching of the soil here. And these symbols!” She turned, her hair flaring out and hitting herself in the face. “I mean, I’m loath to call them symbols, because that implies some sort of meaning, and obviously we have to be careful not to anthropomorphise, but it’s hard to deny, they look a hell of a lot like writing, don’t they?”

Darcy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and there was the actual alien, too?”

Tony turned towards her. “There was an alien?”

“Supposed alien,” Erik said, helping Jane with another machine that looked like it’d fall apart in a stiff breeze. These guys needed some engineering lessons, that was for sure. “I’d wager he was one of those crop circle guys, just… diversifying or something.”

“He was blue, Erik,” Darcy insisted. “And he had horns!”

“Amazing what they can do with prosthetics and makeup these days,” Erik shrugged.

“Yeah, but Erik,” Darcy whined. “He froze the ground!”

Erik shook his head, but the machine slipped and Jane yelped, and his attention shifted off them. “He froze the ground?” Tony asked, turning towards Darcy.

“Yeah, dude, like he was in the middle of the crater, having some sort of a panic attack or something. Jane ran towards him asking if he’d seen what caused the anomaly, because she’s a total dumbass and didn’t, like, notice he was blue or something? I dunno. Anyway, he looked at her like she was some sort of dangerous creature, held his hand out and frosted up half the crater, and then disappeared.” She shrugged. “I got a photo, but it’s really blurry, I won’t even bother putting it on Facebook.”

“Do you mind sending it to me anyway?” he asked. “I can see if JARVIS can clear it up a bit.”

“Yeah, let’s do that CSI bullshit,” she said, holding out her phone to him.

He came around beside her instead of taking it, putting his shades on and activating JARVIS in the lenses. “Oh, yeah, that’s a shitty photo.”

“I know, right?” she said cheerfully.

The snap was shaky and grainy, like she’d pressed the button before she’d got the phone in place. JARVIS reduced the noise and adjusted for motion, and slowly a clearer version began to resolve itself in Tony’s display. “Woah,” he muttered.

“What? What?”

“JARVIS, bluetooth it to her.”

“Holy shit, I’m gonna need your image software,” she yelped as the photo appeared on her screen.

The man - or whatever he was - had his hands thrown out in front of him. He was crouched over, like he’d just picked himself up off the ground, or like he’d been startled, and silvery threads poured from his blue fingers. His face was mostly hidden, but Tony could make out a snarl.

“He was just standing up when we arrived,” Darcy said, zooming into the cleaned-up photo. “Jane started yelling at him, saying he should get out of there, he was messing up the data, and he turned around - that’s when we saw he was all blue, with those horns. He freaked out, iced the place up and disappeared. Pooff! Just like that.”

Tony frowned down at the phone, and then looked out at the markings on the desert floor. “JARVIS, can you send the footage we got from the air off to Dr Foster here? And maybe shift the markings to account for the trajectory, if we get rid of the parallax error we might be able to get some information from the markings.”

“Do you think he’s really an alien?” Darcy asked, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Damn, that would be so fucking funny, you know, go work for a serious scientist and end up caught up in some conspiracy theory.”

“Could be,” Tony hedged. “I mean, just because we haven’t seen any evidence of aliens yet doesn’t mean they don’t exist. But it’s a long shot, so yeah. We should probably wait until we have more information.”

“Boring,” she said, scrunching her nose up and poking at the screen again. “I’m calling aliens.”

A cold wind blew across both of them suddenly, and Tony shivered. “What the hell?” Tony murmured. “JARVIS, is there a storm forecast?”

“All meteorological data up until the last hour have shown between an eighty to ninety percent chance of clear skies, no disrupted weather at all. However approximately fifteen minutes ago a low pressure area appeared localised to Mount Nahokos, eight miles north of here.”

Tony frowned as the satellite imagery appeared on his sunglasses display. “Is that snow?”

“Yes, Sir. The meteorological anomaly appears to be growing, causing exponentially increasing snowfall. The intensity appears to be decreasing in the inverse square law with the distance from the epicentre.”

“You had me at inverse square law,” Tony said. “Hey, Doctors, I’m gonna go find out what’s causing snow in a New Mexico summer, I’ve sent you my phone number, come play science with me, yeah?”

Jane stood up and tucked some hair behind her ear as he stepped into the suit. “Wait, are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he said, tapping his arc reactor. “And I know a bit about those bitches. I’ll send a jet for you, we’ll have fun.”

The face plate closed on him and he sighed, closing his eyes. “Too clingy?” he asked.

“They should be honoured, Sir.”

“Yeah,” he said, straightening up a little. “Yeah, damn straight. Or something. OK, let’s go find the abominable snowman.”

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Balance: Arrow 6x04 Review (Reversal)

Arrow Season 6: a summary

Did I fall asleep reading glorious fanfic and am now dreaming it's on TV? Because sometimes that happens.

Best episode of Season 6. Yeah yeah, we're only on four. I DON'T CARE THAT WAS AMAZING. "Reversal" is Oliver and Felicity walking in each other's shoes (but not in an angsty way) while husband and wife-ing their way through the episode. Reversal has the heart, soul and comedy that Arrow needs. This is what makes the show great. We hung in there for the long haul and through some dark days. Olicity has come out the other side and the Arrow writers are bathing us all in the sun.

It is truly rare for a television show to get better with age. This one is for the books. I, for one, am going to enjoy the hell out of this.

Let's dig in...

Olicity

Y'all I am honestly so giddy that this is the second week in a row I get to start with Olicity. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT'S BEEN SINCE THAT'S HAPPENED? Probably since you read the reviews, but I felt it was worth noting in caps lock.

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We begin with the Olicity date. William picked out Oliver's tie.

Little Man Queen is all in. He ships it hard. Welcome to the fandom little buddy.

William wanted to go to dinner with them and I’ve never related to him more.

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I'm literally that old lady interrupting the date to fangirl.

Only I would have brought a camera. I'd be snapping pictures of my babes like it's their prom.

Oliver and Felicity reminisce about the last date they went on THREE YEARS ago

and how terrible it went. I love they are as bitter about it as I am. Yes, Arrow it's been three years since you last let our fan favorite couple sample delicious goodies. And I don't just mean food. BA DUM CHING!

At least they made it to wine this time. Also, Felicity being superstitious? IT ME. Don't tempt the dark days. Now, we only whisper about them to our children around campfires. Throw salt over your shoulder Oliver and say the special chants to keep the spirits away.

Their reminiscing brings Oliver to a more serious point. Things have changed. He has changed, in a real and deep way. Even more than he did at the end of Season 3.

This time things will be different. The things that broke them ultimately brought them back together. Olicity is fortified by their rocky path to happiness and they are stronger for it.

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Our son is grown fandom. We have nothing left to teach him. Go with God my child.

Make me all the babies. Particularly with panty dropping lines like that one.

Felicity makes cute with a joke about being the Mayor's girlfriend again. (She uses the words girlfriend and boyfriend a lot in this episode. I SO HAPPY.)

Real talk though, she should get a break on rent or something. Or is that nepotism? Probably not a good idea. Say... I KNOW... how about you move into together, get married and FILE JOINTLY. That'll save some bucks there cutie. Stick with me kids. I can thunk my way out of anything.

Oliver asks Felicity to go to a fundraiser with him. Sometimes we need to work on your funny Queen. She begs off because First Lady duties isn't on her nifty top fifty list of things to do. Primarily because with Mayor Oliver Queen comes the fiery intense focus of the media and Felicity is trying to keep a low profile these days. She also doesn't want to put too much on their relationship plate. You know that old lady is blogging about Olicity being back on.

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Here's what I'm not interested in. I'm not interested in seeing Olicity do the same things over again. We did supportive girlfriend/First Lady of Star City in Season 4. Felicity went to fundraisers and speeches. Hell her damn proposal was in the middle of a campaign event. It was great, wonderful and very much focused on launching Oliver's career as mayor.

Felicity had Palmer Tech in Season 4, but this start up is bigger than that. This company is something that's hers (along with Curtis and Alena). This episode is about reversal and hopefully that's a larger theme that plays into the rest of the season. Relationships are not always 50/50, but there does need to a balance. Oliver's career is on firmer ground, much like Felicity's was in Season 4. This is quite a shift for them. It's Oliver's turn to be the supportive boyfriend/spouse of the CEO. It's time to focus on launching FELICITY'S career. Of course, Arrow can do both, but the fact that they took the time to write a scene in which Felicity backs off the political life makes me think they have other focuses for her character this season. THIS IS A GOOD THING.

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The first person to agree is Oliver. SO MANY BOYFRIEND POINTS THIS EPISODE. He's excited about her company and wants Felicity to have something in her life that is not just the team. Honestly this is an out of body episode. OLIVER IS THAT YOU? Reversal is right.

Of course, Oliver's one speech compared to Felicity's 3439 speeches to Oliver about getting a life doesn't quite equate, but ya know, baby steps.

Then Curtis rings with a 911

and Felicity ditches on the date.

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Oliver commenting on how it felt to be Felicity is so meta.

But then she gives him all the kissy kisses and I honestly think if another rocket exploded in the restaurant Oliver would have maintained his dreamy, contented smile.

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This idiot is so in love.

Curtis feels bad for interrupting Felicity's date, especially when he finds out they didn't make it to dessert. AS WELL YOU SHOULD SIR. His commitment to Olicity having sex is admirable and puts him in the running for Superhero of the Week (my new Just About Write article debuting this weekend).

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It was mostly Adrian Chase Curtis, but sure. You helped.

Felicity is once again sidetracked from the sexy times when Alena breaks into her apartment. She needs Felicity's help bringing down Cayden James because he's turned to an uber bad guy who wants to kill 300 million people. Okay...so... that's a problem.

Felicity and Alena decide to meet with someone who can get them the tech to take down Cayden....

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and forgets that she invited Oliver over for sexy times.

Oliver isn't sure Felicity can trust Alena and DUDE SAME, but she doesn't really feel she has a choice. Cayden James is out in the world because Felicity unleashed him.

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SWOON. There is nothing hotter than Oliver's Protective Husband Mode.

However, Felicity is adamant this isn't Oliver's life anymore. Yeah, it sounds good in theory, but how realistic is it? This is Arrow.

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Felicity's commitment to having sex with Oliver puts her in the running for Superhero of the Week.

Felicity is about to make a deal for the tech with Alena's contact Amnesiac when a masked man comes charging in and kicks the crap out of everyone. Honestly, I was so confused because I didn't see the shot of the gas mask earlier. So, for a second I thought it was Vigilante and was all

Of course, it was Oliver protecting his bae. Rookie mistake Jen.

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This is probably one of the funniest scenes these two have had in a long time. Oliver whisper yells about trying to protect Felicity. Felicity whisper yells about trying to protect Oliver.

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These two arguing is a new sexual identify. It's hot. Almost as hot as sex.

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Oliver is furious Felicity went into the field without backup. Felicity is furious Oliver blew her meet and exposed himself to the FBI. Both have valid points which they acknowledge via whisper yelling. They can't get into it anymore so they table the argument until later. Isn't it nice we don't have to wait 15 episodes for Olicity to hash out their issues? I love functional relationships.

Felicity does check in with John to say she's tracking down Cayden James & doesn't need help. Well... that's not exactly what Oliver asked you to do sweetie.

Of course, Felicity and Alena walked right into Cayden James trap. MICHAEL EMMERSON IS ON MY TELEVISION SCREEN!!!!

His performance is pure ice and effectively terrifying.

Team Arrow tracks Black Siren's location with Curtis' tech and show up just in time to save Felicity and Alena. Unfortunately, Alena is shot in the fight. Felicity spirals with intense guilt and yells at Diggle, which honestly makes me as uncomfortable as when my parents fight. I handle Olicity fighting better than Delicity.

Diggle tells Felicity to go home and talk to Oliver. Alright, he said it differently but it's what he said.

Oliver arrives at Felicity's apartment thanks to a well coordinated phone call from John. I love when the boys tag team her. We settle into another role reversal moment between these two with Oliver giving Felicity the pep talk. The genius of Oliver's pep is he uses everything Felicity has said to him over the years.

I think in Oliver's time away the team has lost a little perspective on what it was like when he was ON the team. We saw it with Diggle last week believing Oliver had it all together all the time. Now this week, Felicity is wondering how Oliver balanced all his personas. How did he do it all by himself.

SAY WHAT GIRL? Uhhh... he didn't balance anything. We've watched Oliver screw up his life one way or another for the last five years. Sure, bit by bit he's put the pieces together, but again I say, over FIVE YEARS. Just because he has his act together now and is one with the sagey wisdom doesn't mean he's always been that way. Sorry Oliver. I love you, but it's true. It's been a long, hard road to fully realized superhero. While I am thoroughly enjoying where you are now I'm not forgetting what a hot mess you were before.

Both Diggle and Felicity are remembering all the good parts of Oliver being the leader of Team Arrow, in a rose colored glasses sort of way, because they love him and miss Oliver being on the team. They are also a little lost in their own stuff for a change, but Felicity asking how Oliver did it all by himself is a head shaking moment.

Felicity, look at this man. YOU BUILT THAT.

This is like Da Vinci painting the Mona Lisa and then asking her how she blended the colors so well. True, Oliver has a little more agency than an inanimate object, but you see my point.

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It's the same point Oliver makes. He's not forgetting the hot mess he used to be. The lessons he learned, that formed who he is today, are hard earned. Oliver believed he had to do it alone until he realized he couldn't. Until he realized he needed Felicity.

Felicity was with him every step of the way whether they were together romantically or not.

Oliver is only the man he is today because Felicity believed in him.

She pulled Oliver out of his brooding spirals and made him see the paths to his mistakes where laden with good intentions.

Even more important, she helped him find a way to make it right.

Understanding, trust, listening, support, advice, belief, unconditional love

- EVERYTHING Felicity has given Oliver he wants to give back to her.

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This is the second chance Oliver spoke of in his vows. Now that he has it he’s going to put it to good use.

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They interrupted again and Felicity remarks this is becoming a habit. Oliver agrees but can only feel pride.

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He loves everything about Felicity - her commitment, intelligence, selflessness, compassion, drive and heroism.

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Oliver gets the same joy watching Felicity be her best self that she gets from watching Oliver be his best self.

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This is what love is. This is how relationships should be. Sometimes you give 90 and your partner gives 10. Sometimes it's 30/70 or 80/20 or 45/55. Reversal isn't about 50/50. It's about balance.

Oliver isn't typically a man of many words. He likes to put his money where his mouth is. Oliver is a man of action. However, instead of busting in and kicking ass to protect Felicity he decides to help in a way she actually needs. THY NAME IS CHARACTER GROWTH.

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Oliver gets on the comms and is the voice in Felicity's ear. He guides her in the same way she has always guided him. Oliver physically taking on Felicity's role in the team acknowledges how vital she is to the team in a real and visceral way. Putting the titular hero in the same position as the "IT Girl" is Arrow saying Felicity is just as important, and just as much of a hero, as the Green Arrow. One cannot exist without the other. OKAY COMIC BOOK ASSHOLES?

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It also creates some A+ comedic moments.

Oliver finds a way to help that’s actually helpful. He uses the advice Felicity has given him over the years on her. He’s supportive while still being protective. He doesn’t try to control Felicity. Oliver knows when to step back and do her thing. He trusts in her. THIS IS MY KIND OF SUPERHERO.

And Felicity is able to learn from Oliver’s experience & mistakes. They make each other better. THIS IS THE COUPLE WE DESERVE FANDOM!

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"Reversal" concludes with a completed Olicity date with NO INTERRUPTIONS.

Then actual fanfiction comes to life.

Felicity and Oliver are up against a wall making out.

This was how the first date was supposed to end.

All kudos to Laura Hurley. She put this out into the universe repeatedly beginning circa 2015. I feel this is proof The Secret works.

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Yeah I bet you have room for dessert.

Oliver and Felicity tumble onto the couch

(I am now 100% convinced this is where they had sex last week)

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and Oliver manages to get in a solid ass grab (thatta boy) before they are interrupted by a phone call. AGAIN.

Congratulations to Slade Wilson for the biggest cockblock of the century. You will not be not be my superhero of the week sir.

Felicity Smoak

Felicity is juggling five storylines right now: her company, Cayden James, her relationship with Oliver, her relationship with William and Team Arrow. WOW! This is the meaty storylines our badass female lead deserves.

The problem is, Felicity's individual storylines often feel rushed. They aren't given the time or attention they require. I'm looking at you paralysis and PTSD.

However, the follow through on the Helix/Cayden James/Felicity Dark Spiral storyline from Season 5 is excellent in "Reversal.” It also connects directly to Felicity’s new storylines. Arrow is doing a much better job this season at slowing down with Felicity, holding onto the storyline threads they've built for the character, weaving them together, and building on them. Granted, it's early but there's a lot in "Reversal" that makes me hopeful. It feels like a more balanced approach to the character.

We saw glimmers of Dark Spiral Felicity again. The need to go it alone, and refuse anyone's help (particularly Oliver's), was a pretty big theme for her in Season 5. It was Felicity essentially walking Season 1 Oliver's path (and a little of Season 3). She sort of backslides into that initially in "Reversal" but eventually is receptive to Oliver and the team's help. Why do I bring this up? Because like Oliver the lessons Felicity has learned are sticking with her, which is real character growth. It's necessary to push this character to the next level in her journey:

Helix.

Felicity finally decides on a name for her company with Curtis, and now Alena. Alena makes an important first contribution to the company. She reminds Felicity the reason why she wanted to be a hacktivist, fight crime and start a company.

Felicity Smoak wants to change the world. There's lot of ways to change the world, but what drives Felicity Smoak is helping people. Alena points out that Felicity has the technology, and direction for her company, inside her all along. It's like her very own Wizard of Oz moment.

We've always known what Felicity's company would create the moment Curtis Holt told her about the invention he made especially for her. Felicity's spinal implant. We were simply waiting for Felicity to realize it.

Now that she has Felicity can name the company. No, it's not Smoak Technologies. Instead she wants to use Helix. There are a lot of reasons why I love this name.

Helix represents one of the darker parts of Felicity's history. It represents all the ways her hacktivism could have led her down a very different path and did for a time. Not unlike what happened in college.

This company is about helping people in a way that is good, true and honest. It takes the darker path that Helix was and changes it into one filled with light. I also like that Felicity adds "Dynamics" to the name to give it a fresh start.

A helix is defined as, " an object having a three-dimensional shape like that of a wire wound uniformly in a single layer around a cylinder or cone, as in a corkscrew or spiral staircase." It's both mathematical and biological, which encompasses everything this company will excel at.

However, I want to focus on the biological imagery because that's what Felicity, Curtis and Elena are creating. A biological spinal implant.

A helix is an extended spiral chain of atoms in a protein, nucleic acid, or other polymeric molecule in biochemistry. However, one of the most recognized images of a helix is the double helix. It looks like this:

It looks exactly like a spine. The technology and the company name is based on another one of Felicity's life altering moments - her paralysis. The imagery of a Helix represents a physical part of Felicity's body. The tech is literally coming from her body. It's personal, at least to me, and that's what I hoped when they chose the name.

A double Helix is "the spiral arrangement of the two complementary strands of DNA." Separate entities become one and form something that is more than the sum of their parts. This speaks a lot to the partnership between Felicity and Curtis.

Without Curtis, Felicity would still be paralyzed. Without Felicity, Curtis would be without purpose (i.e. Team Arrow and the company).

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The same can be said for Alena. Alena reminded Felicity that she wanted to make the world better. Felicity gave Alena a real way to do that. Each of these wildly different and talented human beings brings something unique to the table. This is the very definition of synergy. It's the very essence of working together. It's what Felicity helped create with Team Arrow and now what she will create within her company.

Arrow weaves Felicity's paralysis, Helix, Palmer Tech and hacktivism storylines all into one beautiful tapestry. There's even a little bit of Havenrock in there. Destruction was forced on her and now Felicity uses that pain to build something. It's also her years on Team Arrow that gives her the confidence to start this venture. Felicity believes she can save lives and change the world because she already has.

Stray Thoughts

The destroying the internet plot was hokey but it gave me Michael Emerson and a spotlight on EBR's Felicity Smoak. So, I don't care.

Bravo show on continuing to focus Curtis on the invention side of things. He's becoming Arrow's Cisco which is what I always wanted. Following Felicity's instructions on how to hack Cayden's tech is also a great way of highlighting HER talents.

Intentionally Suggestive #Olicity!!! Remember when we were at unintentionally suggestive Olicity? ALL WE DO IS WIN.

The dress is red. Don't @ me.

Alena: Didn't know you guys are back together.”

Oliver: Sure are.

HISS. Watch those claws Alena. This kitty scratches. I like it.

Why did Evil L*urel call herself Dinah? Can we pick a name please? (Yes I know her name is Dinah L*urel Lance. Dinah, L*urel, Evil L*aurel, Bl*ck Sir*n - let’s just settle on one

Bad wigs are not exclusive to Oliver. That's weirdly comforting in a way. Source: supercanaries

The Cayden/Bl*ck Sir*n team up works. He's the brains. She's the brawn.

"Thank God we saved the internet! My fantasy football team was killing it this year." Rene didn't have much to do this episode, but this line took care of him. STELLAR.

Feel like a total jerk for not trusting Alena after she was shot. Sorry girl. My bad.

"Then what? I can't send an email?" I love you Dinah Drake.

"Delta Formation!" SOLDIER DIGGLE STYLE. I LIKE IT.

I'm loving that green jacket Dinah. Way to represent the team color.

"So this new partnership? Is it permanent?" Anyone else feel like Diggle was asking Olicity if they were together together? Maybe he slid them a note that read "Check yes or no." (Yes I know he was asking if Oliver was the new Overwatch. I'm making with the funny.)

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So Cayden James set Felicity up. She took down the firewall protecting the Internet vault. Her digital fingerprints are all over it. So when the FBI comes knocking they won't be looking for Cayden. They'll be looking for Felicity. It's high time everyone gets prepared. Homegirl is going to the pokey. Probably right after her wedding reception. Kudos to @callistawolf for calling this weeks ago with her witchy powers.

Dear Arrow,

We knew Michael Emerson was Cayden James.

Love,

Everyone

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Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do

What is cooler than one multibillion-dollar box-office hit? Two multibillion-dollar box-office hits.

British actor Daisy Ridley is about to have both to her name as she returns as Rey in the next instalment of Star Wars. Emma Brockes meets her as she prepares for superstardom. — ELLE UK, December 2017

A few weeks after the release of Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Daisy Ridley, who plays Rey – Jakku scavenger, desert-planet survivor and feminist hero – went on holiday to an island off Croatia with friends from the crew. The actor, who was 23 at the time, had been warned that after the release of the movie – number seven in a franchise that has made more than $42bn (£33bn) – her life would dramatically change, and she was terrified. This was, after all, her first big-screen role.

In restaurants, she scrutinised waiters to see if they were being too nice to her; she wondered if she’d ever be able to use the tube again. On holiday, her friends started calling her Linda, ‘as a jokey alias’, she says, ‘and then they started calling me Paranoid Linda’ when she became convinced a man was following them around and wondered if he was a private detective employed by the studio.

Two years later, 25-year-old Daisy is sitting opposite me at a restaurant in downtown Manhattan, dressed in a shirt and capri pants in clashing blue-and-white prints, her hair still wet from the shower. She’s brimming with the kind of enthusiasm that reads on screen as charisma, and that helps to explain her meteoric rise from stage-school graduate with a few TV credits to her name to one of the most recognisable young stars on the planet. Paranoid Linda still makes an occasional appearance, she says, but mostly she has managed to adjust to life after two Star Wars movies.

Daisy clings to the fact that fame doesn’t need to have a warping effect. It also fits in with her belief that the best way to survive the pressures of high-voltage exposure is to try enjoying it. Everything is ‘amazing’ in her world and everyone is ‘remarkable’, ranging from her mum (‘a great person’) to Barbra Streisand, with whom she recorded a song in 2016 (‘a fantastic woman’), Harrison Ford (‘awesome’) and ‘Colly’ – Olivia Colman to you and me – who she starred with in Kenneth Branagh’s Murder on the Orient Express and who she found ‘incredible’, naturally. There is no hint of sycophancy here; it appears that Daisy is simply joyfully happy.

This cheerfulness has acted as a useful screen to hide behind during the years since she made Star Wars. Now her character, Rey, is back for The Last Jedi, the new Star Wars movie, directed by Rian Johnson. But Daisy found this one to be much more pressure than the first movie. ‘I suddenly felt a much bigger sense of re- sponsibility,’ she says. ‘I didn’t think I was good in the first film, and I was struggling with that.’

This is no humble brag. Daisy’s candour when it comes to her own performance is kind of startling. As a child, her general inability to disguise her feelings occasionally sent her into scatter-brained overdrive, an impulse that her loving London-based family: Mum, who works in internal communications; Dad, who’s a retired photographer; and two sisters – a model and a musician.

Daisy sometimes reads as posh – there is a certain ringing tone to her accent. In fact, she says, her family is more bohemian than posh. The accent, meanwhile, probably comes from boarding school. Aged eight, Daisy went to board at Tring Park School for the Performing Arts in Hertfordshire – not, she says, from any desire to be an actor, but because a friend of hers had gone to boarding school and it sounded like fun. ‘I was such a grumpy child,’ says Daisy, smiling at the implication that she can still, now and then, throw a big wobbler. ‘I used to get super-distracted – once I’d done my work, I would be annoying to everyone else – and my mum thought if I was busy, I’d be less distracting. I always sort of felt like I didn’t fit in.’ This anxiety wasn’t just a result of being a bookish teenager, but a feeling of unreadiness to go out and meet the world as an adult. ‘At 12 or 13, I didn’t know how to do make-up,’ she says, ‘and I still don’t know how to do my hair. And people wore high heels at that age!’

Even now, Daisy retains some small sense of herself as an outsider looking in. How could she not? Her CV at this point is extraordinary: as well as Star Wars, the actress has starred in Ophelia opposite Naomi Watts, and shot Murder on the Orient Express alongside Judi Dench, Penélope Cruz, Sir Derek Jacobi and Olivia Colman. It was on that last set that Daisy finally cracked. ‘I turned to Ken, wiped away a tear, and said, “I can’t believe I’m here, thank you so much.”’ Daisy adds, only half-jokingly: ‘“Did someone make you cast me?”’ (No, he said.) The self-deprecation is real. It’s not just the burden of fame or lame faux humility. There have been times in Daisy’s life, most notably after the first Star Wars movie was released, when she was literally uncomfortable in her skin.

At 15, she was diagnosed with endometriosis, a painful condition of the uterus lining that, along with other symptoms, can result in severe acne that is exacerbated by stress. You know, the kind of stress that comes when you find yourself the star of the biggest-grossing film of all time. ‘I was in my flat going nuts, and then my skin got really bad with the stress of it all, and I hadn’t been well – I had holes in my gut wall and stuff – and we were trying to figure out what to do with that because I’d felt poorly.’ She did what she always does in times of stress and turned to her family, moving first to her sister’s house, a few streets from their parents, then to a flat she rented on her own in the same west London neighbourhood.

Still, says Daisy, it was scary. It is difficult to think of a more in- tense introduction to Hollywood than winning a big role in a new Star Wars movie, nor a bigger professional leap than Daisy’s jump from small parts in the usual roster of UK dramas and long-running soaps – Casualty, Silent Witness, Mr Selfridge – to the first day of filming The Force Awakens in Abu Dhabi. She had only turned up to the audition when a friend mentioned she was going, too, and now here she was, on day one of the shoot, with a production assistant holding an umbrella over her to keep the sun off while she looked around and ‘freaked out’. And then JJ Abrams, the director, yelled ‘action’.

Daisy will never forget that first scene, in which she had to dismount from her Speeder bike and walk a short distance with BB-8 while saying something like, ‘We’re going to get you home.’ Is it true that, after delivering her line, JJ called her acting ‘wooden’? Daisy laughs. ‘It is true! After the first take, he goes, “Just a bit... wooden”, and then we carried on. But JJ is the kind of person who before a scene says, “Don’t fuck it up.” So he said, “Just a bit wooden”, and I was like, “Oh my God.” But it got better.’ She is still laughing at the discrepancy between how bad it sounds (quite bad), and how bad it was. ‘It’s only because that word “wooden” is so loaded. But it was just tense. And I thought, “OK, loosen that shit right up and it’ll get better.”’

In fact, Daisy found JJ Abrams and the rest of the production crew to be incredibly nurturing, to the extent that she was rarely aware of the Star Wars ‘ma- chine’. It was a friendly set, she says, where she mostly hung out with John Boyega, the 23-year-old Brit who plays Finn, and with whom she had the greatest number of scenes, although her best friends were among the crew. JJ Abrams had deliberately hired hair and make-up for Daisy from the team who had worked on the Harry Potter franchise because, she says, ‘aside from the fact that they’re amazing, he knew that they had looked after Emma [Watson], Daniel [Radcliffe] and Rupert [Grint] for however many years. I felt very well taken care of.’

Harrison Ford, meanwhile, reminds her of her dad – ‘They both have an earring and are fucking awesome,’ – and the first time she shot a scene with him, he gave her a hug and said, ‘She’s so adorable’, and she felt right at home after that. (Mean- while, when her real dad visited the set, he went up to Mark Hamill and, in classic dad fashion asked, ‘So, who do you play, then?’)

In fact, the most difficult thing about the whole Star Wars experience has been reconciling the terrible warnings she received about how life would change with the reality of what actually happened – that, and the anxiety of shooting the second film. In the first instance, ‘Everyone asked me, “Are you ready for your life to change?” And that gets into your mind.’ Throughout this period, she tried to hang on to a piece of advice given to her by the late Carrie Fisher – not to shrink away from the success, but to enjoy it – ‘And that was wonderful.’ Beyond that, she threw herself back into work. ‘At work, you’re normal, you’re not the anomaly, unlike in other situations.’

Surely she has occasionally been starstruck herself? ‘Absolutely not,’ she says. ‘I’ve never idolised anyone, really. I never had a crush thing. So when I met Barbra Streisand, for example, I was blown away, not because of her work, but because she’s a fantastic woman.’ It was JJ Abrams who recommended Daisy to Barbra, who was looking for a young star with a good voice to feature in Encore, her album of 2016. Daisy ended up singing with her on the song At The Ballet from A Chorus Line, and finding a new role model for herself. ‘I went to her house and we talked about [psychiatrist and psychoanalyst Carl] Jung because my dad loves Jung, and we were talking about dreams, and I left and got super emotional, not because she’s famous, but because she’s amazing. Part of her reputation comes from being a woman. If it was a man being “controlling” about his career, people would just say he knows what he wants.’

One of the things Daisy has struggled with in the wake of grow- ing fame is the responsibility of being told Rey is a role model for young girls. She has been asked about feminism and has had to scramble, on occasion, to form an opinion, not because she is bland or apolitical, but because everything she now says has the potential to come back and haunt her. For someone struggling with self-doubt, this can have a paralysing effect, and it is testament to Daisy’s seriousness that she has the sense to acknowledge it.

Of course, whatever kind of attitude you have, being a beautiful young woman in Hollywood means you are exposed to constant scrutiny. Daisy, like Anne Hathaway and Jennifer Lawrence before her, will have to weather the salacious interest that undercuts anything she has to say and, if she seems less confident than her peers, it’s not only part of her charm but also, paradoxically, speaks to some deep-seated security that one assumes comes from Daisy’s family; it can take greater courage to admit to one’s weaknesses than to cover them up with bravado or a fake kind of self-confidence.

She has also learned to sit back and relax a little, although shooting the second Star Wars movie, in which she had fewer scenes with her pal, John Boyega, made her briefly very stressed. ‘It’s not this big adventure that I’m on with John [unlike in the first movie]. I was thinking I did the first one because I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into and I was having loads of fun, and suddenly I’m realising what this actually is, and I can’t fucking do this.’

She says all this with a smile to acknowledge how neurotic this was. ‘I’m highly dramatic – so it’s all “oh my God”. And [director] Rian [Johnson] just said, “We’re going to do this, and these are the scenes, and this is how it’s going to work,” and finally I was like, “Oh yeah, this is working.” The fact is sometimes you’re not good at your job, and sometimes you’re better at your job.’

Having that kind of experience helps, but Daisy still has moments when she has to check herself to make sure it’s all real. There was one night on the set of Murder on the Orient Express when she found herself sitting around playing cards alongside Sir Derek Jacobi, Olivia Colman, Penélope Cruz and her husband Javier Bardem, who had come to support his wife. (Judi Dench had retired early to bed.) The next day, she and Sir Derek sat around doing the crossword. Even Paranoid Linda couldn’t worry the fun out of that one.

Star Wars: The Last Jedi is out on 14 December.

— ELLE UK, December 2017

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Protagonist Prep. Ch. 7 part two, A.I think this was a bad idea

I own nothing but my own characters.

In a spacious dimly lit room seven figures huddled around a large circular table and some of them weren’t very happy .

“When we fight!? Me getting bored!!” A large figure yelled quite it’s voice sounding simple and it’s tone angry.

“Chill bro, we’ll get a chance to turn them into paste.” A second more broken looking figure told it’s voice a mix of a teenager and an adult, it’s tone sounding bold and confident.

“Why should we believe you, you were easily beaten by a simple buffoon.” A third much smaller figure said voice childish and tone mocking. The insult more than angered the broken figure as it stomped towards the small figure, its eyes glowed red, it growled at the small figure and its voice deep and booming.

“I only lost because that buffoon surprised me and if I had a chance for a real fight, I would win!!!” The small figure just shakily apologized.

“I---I’m so---sorr---sorry Si---ir. What’s your plan?” The broken one just wickedly grinned.

“It’s going to be killer.” The scene then switches to the student area the next day where a ferocious battle was about to take place. On the couch the two biggest gamers were ready to destroy each other in the virtual world.

“You ready to eat digital dust?” Gaz taunted with a cocky smile present on her face.

“Hehe, how about you tell me how it tastes.” Marinette taunted back with an equally cocky smile. Those were fighting words because as soon as the game started they didn’t hold back against each other. It was a heated battle between the two with each of them trying to get an advantage over the other. But after an adrenaline flowing, heart pounding, sweat producing match a tragedy was around the corner. The screen suddenly started to glitch multicolored bars began to appear, characters froze in place and a gamers worst fear happened. The entire screen turned pitch black, both Gaz and Marinette just stared at the TV in shock until they just screamed in terror.

“Don’t worry I’ll fix it, probably just a few loose wires.” Dib said, he walked to the gaming system not wanting his sister to get in a mood from lack of gaming. He stopped and bent to see what was the problem, well until the disc tray rammed into his head.

“Oww, what the heck!?!!” Dib screamed out, the disc tray then slammed against his head again but three times harder. Dib just fell back onto the floor unconscious, the other students looked at Dib with worry and at the gaming system with a little bit of fear.

“Umm, shouldn’t someone go and check on him?” A worried yet cautious Steven asked the others. Most of them seemed more than a little worried about approaching the machine.

“Really you guys are afraid of a little game cube?” Sashi asked them, her tone full of disbelief as some of them dealt with crazier situations in their dimension. The other kids looked a little sheepish and embarrassed, until Marinette stood up for them.

“We don’t know what we’re dealing with and its literally alien technology.” Sashi just huffed and walked towards the unconscious alien nerd, as she walked closer to Dib the game system began to shake and vibrating. When she was right next to Dib the commotion just stopped for a moment, but when she grabbed Dib’s arm the machine started to shake again. Then it began to shoot discs at the two, Sashi lugged Dib onto her shoulders and ran towards the couch.

“Everyone hit the deck!!!” She yelled as she jumped over the couch with Dib in tow.

“Why should we fear these primitive entertainment devices?!” Zima screeched, and if to answer his question one of the discs was launched past his head and was embedded in the wall.

“Does that answer your question!!?” Alya yelled to the alien, who didn’t answer instead he just ran to the nearest cover. The kids scrambled for cover as the deadly discs flew at them.

“Anyone got ideas!?” Penn asked the others.

“If me and Marinette were able to transform we could defeat it, but we haven’t been able to since we got here!” Adrien yelled to Penn.

“Same with my wand, hasn’t work since I got here!” Star added from her cover behind the chair. All the noise and disc flying annoyed one person that didn’t want anything to annoy her. The girls dormitory door was slammed open and Chloe looked livid.

“What is going on!?!?” She yelled at the top of her lungs, voice filled with rage and to her she had a good reason to be angry. Her makeup was entirely messed up , her lipstick was smeared across her checks, mascara on her forehead, and finally her eyeshadow was all over her face.

“How can I apply makeup when all of you are making this much noise!?!” Chloe shouted at the group, she was so blinded by her anger that she didn’t see what was happening.

“Can it queen bee, we got bigger problems!!!” Sashi yelled back with equal anger.

“Well I’m sorry about your gaming troubles but I have an actual problem here!!!!!!” Chloe shouted, unfortunately with her standing still and yelling at the top of her lungs made her an easy target for the gaming system. So while she was standing around waiting for someone to apologize to her the gaming system locked on to her.

“Chloe look out !!!” Adrien warned his childhood friend but it was too late, a disc was fired from the gaming system and its target Chloe. Time slowed down as the disc towards the spoiled girl, in less than a second the disc hit her. No one said a word as the unspeakable happened, cut hair floated in the air and a shredded ponytail holder. Chloe ran her hands through hair to feel it and to her horror it was true, her hair was cut short, uneven and worst of all her entire hairstyle completely ruined. This made her madder and that anger was directed towards the gaming system.

Her fists were clenched, eyes showing a dangerous fire and her face was redder than Drooler’s entire body. The gaming system scanned this, and it was currently wishing that it was offline or unplugged so that it won’t feel the pain of being smashed. Chloe stomped near the gaming system with most of the other kids quickly getting of her way.

“You can make noise, mess up my make up and even try to rob me of my beautiful looks but there is one thing you leave alone!!!! And that is my hair!!!!!!” She yelled at full force to the gaming system and grabbed the heaviest object that was in arms reach of her. Said closest thing was the couch and with a surprising amount of strength lifted the it well above her head, Chloe threw the couch straight at the gamming system. The gaming system tried to shut itself down to save itself the pain, but it was too late the couch landed onto the gaming system and it also destroyed the tv, the tv stand, and several games. Chloe huffed and puffed for a little until she calmed down, but her face stayed red due to the fact embarrassment replaced her anger.

“Did---did—I do that?” Chloe asked the other kids with enormous amounts of shock in her voice, before she could get answer the wall blew apart again. As the dust clouded the area two voices could be heard from the it.

“As I predicted a high enough electric current would overload the walls code.” The first voice sounding familiar and technical.

“Wall went ka boom!” A second more childish voice sounding excited and unaware of the destruction that it caused. When the dust the cleared the kids could see two figures, the first one was Tech and the second was an 8-ft. tall golden furred wolf like creature that. Both were standing in the hallway and they seemed rather relived that the kids were fine, as well as surprised at the destroyed TV stand.

“I see all of you experienced technical difficulties as well.” Tech surmised while Chloe just blushed even more.

“Wait as well?” Penn asked, highly worried that technology in a hyper-advanced school having a virus that could turn machines deadly.

“Yes, many of the rooms have been effected but luckily there is somewhere safe from this malicious malware.” Tech told the kids with a slight worry in his voice, the kids were infected by this worry, but they felt some relief at the mention of a safe room.

“So where is it?” Marco asked the two creatures suddenly got a little more nervous.

“Well that’s a bit unwelcoming news you see.” Tech told the students a little bit of embarrassment, of course this caused confusion among the student but if it was safe it couldn’t be that bad. It was bad the students stood outside a certain door, a door that Chloe didn’t want to see in a million years.

“Why here ??!!!” She screeched at the top of her lungs, afraid of what could happen to her this time.

“Well sir hasn’t exactly trusted technology since that incident with his spells and computers, never thought it would gain sentience.” Tech muttered the last part to himself so that the kids wouldn’t go into a panic. Tech opened the door and the kids could see the other teachers huddled in the room except for two.

“Umm, where’s Fire Hazard and Snow Cone?” Star asked the other teachers who didn’t say anything, but they did slightly smirk at the nicknames given to their friends. The kids got there answer as horrible screeching, scraping sound as Jack pushed a weird looking ice sculpture into the room. On a closer look the kids could see that the ice sculpture was Drooler incased in ice, and his face in surprised.

“What happened to him?” Steven asked concerned for the fire being.

“Boss got a shower of liquid nitrogen.” Jack told the kids showing no emotion, some thought was a bit cold and the more scientific kids knew that Drooler wouldn’t make it. Then cracks began to form on the ice and the surprised look on his face turned into on of anger, the kids knowing that something is going to happen they began to hide behind the biggest object in the room which was Behemoth. Soon the cracks became bigger and then the ice was either blown off him or melted, the ice shards went flying breaking anything fragile and Drooler let out a roar louder than anything the kids heard before.

“RAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!” The kids were slightly afraid of what was going to happen next since he had a look of rage and insanity on face, luckily it passed as he became confused.

“Um, why is everybody in my lab?” Drooler asked as he was completely baffled at the number of people in his room. Though after a few stories from the teachers such as Ghost’s treadmill launching him, Behemoth’s reading light blinded him and of course the game station incident with the students.

“So Combot went AWOL, hacked into 6 other robots, and he’s currently trying to take over the school by being an annoying jerk.” Drooler summarized with a tone and face that could only be described as 100% done. While Tech just glumly nodded not wanting look up at the being he failed, Drooler let out a long, drawn out sigh as he started to pace back and forth trying to think of a plan. Luckily inspiration hit him as a slightly crazed/evil grin spread across his face.

“Fellas, I got an idea!!” Drooler loudly proclaimed his voice filled excitement and a little bit of battle lust as well. The teachers stood to attention and tensed up ready for what ever order the fire being would give, while the kids seemed a little less convinced.

“Well this should be good for a few laughs.” Zim muttered under his breath his voice full of venom.

“Tech start tracking down the robots, with any luck they could lead us straight to Combot. Also try and see if you can activate the safety protocols in those tin cans and work on trying to get the school under control. Guys when Tech finds get your gear and try to offline them, we’re going to try to lead them away from the school. Zapp stay with the kids and make sure that none of the appliances of doom attack them, Behemoth you stay too in case Zapp needs backup.” Drooler ordered the group, his words sounding like an old general and his tone commanding. The teachers nodded as they began to get ready, dozens of blue holographic screens appeared around Tech as he began to input information, Zizzoro muttered something under his breath and two blacked sheath 12 ft. long tachis appeared, Jacks hand markings began to glow and 3ft long ice shards began to form. From behind his back Barrage with his lower arms pulled out two Browning Hi-powers and his upper arms pulled out two Hector&Koch G41s, Ghost ripped out two of his tail spikes and they turned into sickly green hunting knives, Boulder reached into his armor and pulled out a dark blood red chain. Finally the markings on Drooler’s body began to glow and flames traveled down his arms, and the flames took solid form as two 10ft double headed, black metal battle axes with flame red handles and slate gray spikes at the end of the handle. The group began to walk out of the room but they were brought out of their superhero walk by the students.

“Hey what about us?!” Gaz asked rather annoyed at the fact that the teachers forgot about them.

“Yeah what if the robots come after us?!” Chloe yelled, she already had to deal with enough this morning and she needed time to fix/mourn her hair. Luckily some of the students went and defended their teacher’s aaction.

“Hey, we got Zapp and Behemoth to defend us!!” Steven voiced his opinion loudly trying to defend the gentle giant.

“Yeah besides if those robo-rejects even tried to get near us Behemoth would just rip them to shreds!” Star exclaimed with wonder at his strength but he seemed to have paled at the ripping shreds part.

“I would rather prefer not to, if there’s a chance to talk to peace I will try to find.” Behemoth told the students who were surprised at the fact that a literal behemoth didn’t want to fight.

“But you turned that inferior machine into nothing more than scrap!!” Zim screeched out disappointed that an E-class being isn’t as blood-thirsty as legends said.

“Yes but Combot didn’t offer much negotiations for a peaceful discussion, did it?” Behemoth told the small green alien and he just smiling as the same alien couldn’t think of anything. However discussions would have to wait as the screens surrounding Tech turned red for a second and four blue dots appeared on them. The dots were a couple inches away from a medium sized rectangle but that seemed to dishearten the teachers.

“Great only four of dem, and they’re in da forest.” Jack complained rather miffed at the fact there was going to be a long search before he could punch something. Drooler just had a look of deep thinking before of a another plan, luckily it didn’t take him that long this time.

“Okay, those of us that are going to find the robots will split up into groups. Two groups of two and two of us will be on our own, Boulder I want you to cover the skies. If you see one of those trash cans try and steer to one of the groups. While those who are staying will try and find the others, they could still be in the school.” The groups for the tracking team were Barrage and Zizzoro, Jack and Ghost, while Boulder and Drooler were going alone. All of them left the room in rather flamboyant way, Drooler’s eyes glowed orange and he mumbled something in a foreign tongue. Then a ring of fire appeared around them and enveloped them, after a few seconds of a burning bonfire the fire died revealing that they were gone. Though that made some of the students worried considering the only ones left were Tech, Zapp and Behemoth which seemed like a disadvantage, considering Tech lost to a robot, Behemoth was a pacifist and Zapp was currently just staring at scroll with what seemed to be scibbles.

“Welp we’re dead.” Sashi said rather disappointed that they seemingly got the short end of the stick.

“Come now that won’t happen, now who would like to get some retaliation on that mechanical menace?” Luckily that seemed to have taken their mind off the depressing matter, the students split into three separate groups. The first group consisted Zapp, Alya, Star, Sashi, Marco, and Penn while group two was Behemoth, Steven, Connie, Zim, Gaz, Marinette and Adrien. The others stayed with Tech, who didn’t really like the idea of that. Group 1 went to look for the other robots on the east side of the school while group 2 went to the west side of school. While group 2 was looking for Combot, Zim decided to try and pry into Behemoth’s reason for not wanting to feel the rush of committing a violent act.

“So beast why do prefer boring peace talks while you could just turn them paste with a single swing of your fist?” Zim asked in the politest way he could manage which was still insulting, Behemoth just rolled his eyes he knew that he would get these types of questions from an Irken.

“Zim, I prefer not to talk about my reasons, but I know this when you welcome violence for a solution the outcome is far worse than what it was before.” Behemoth answered the young alien rather glumly, Zim was about to ask again but he was cut off by glares from Marinette and Connie. As they were walking Behemoth felt something in the air, his ISO sensors were telling him that something was coming this way but then it stopped. This caused the kids to bump into his leg, most of them started to worry except for Zim and Gaz who got annoyed at the action.

“Why’d we stop?” Gaz asked the crocodile creature who said nothing just kept on staring down the hall, Zim just rolled his eyes and began to walk forward. Until a hypodermic needle full of a glowing, neon green liquid shot right past him and as the needle broke against the wall it left a huge acid burn on the wall. Guided by instinct Behemoth grabbed all the kids and turned his back towards the attack, not a second too soon as thousands upon thousands of needles were fired at them all containing acid. Thanks to Behemoth’s quick action the kids were safe from the acidic projectiles, but the floor wasn’t as lucky since it was eaten away by the highly corrosive substance. After a distressing two minutes the onslaught of needles finally ended, Behemoth hesitantly put the kids down onto the ground and he let out a breath of relief. Which was released too early as they could hear a sparking sound could be heard and a strong scent of alcohol attacked their nostrils.

“Did the tr—tr—treat---ment w---wo—rk?” A glitching feminine voice could be heard from across the canyon of melted metal. From the acidic smoke a figure could be seen, it was robot rather feminine in figure, with red and white paint slightly peeling off, with wires extending out of it’s back to the ceiling and one of it’s arms was now a modified gun holding the acid needles. The kid were petrified at the sight of the robotic nurse while Behemoth turned around to face the nightmare nurse and he harshly whispered to them.

“Get away from here and try to find Combot, I’ll hold her off.” Most of the kids seemed a bit uneasy about the decision but Behemoth didn’t seem to be open to discussion.

“Also Mrs. Marinette, Mr. Adrien and Mrs. Maheswaran before I forget I must do something. For Mrs. Marinette and Mr. Adrien out e tuuina atu ia te oe le faataga.” When he was done speaking the phrase two familiar floating figures were in front of them and for Connie Behemoth’s markings began to glow and a medium silver blade with semi serrated double sides came out, he handed it to Connie who smiled and gave a nod of thanks. Then the robotic nurse began to charge at Behemoth with her wires giving sparks in a firework fashion, the kids began to run as Behemoth prepared to battle. After running through the halls blindly for ten minutes they stopped to catch their breathe and figure out where Combot could be hiding.

“Maybe he could be at the gym, that’s where we saw him last.” Connie suggested to the group but one of them disagreed.

“I don’t think so he would have to be close to the school’s mainframe to hijack most of the tech and have a sophisticated enough computer to run that much data at once.” Gaz told them, they were rather surprised since Gaz kept mainly to herself and only spoke when annoyed or called on by one of the teachers.

“What I used to hack into my brother’s computer to make him think that our government would confiscate his evidence of aliens.” Gaz told the group most of the group just deadpanned at the statement while Zim just had a small grin on his face.

“So which room would it be?” Connie asked all of them and sadly none of them could think of it, so far the only rooms they saw were mainly classrooms and only one personal room. Most of the kids were a little saddened by this development until a little voice in their head helped them.

‘Hello, hello can you guys hear me?’ In the most literal way possible as familiar voice rang out in their heads and they not so surprisingly freaked out.

“What the, Tech how are you-----?” Steven asked the disembodied voice of the math teacher, just utterly confused at what just happened.

‘It’s hard to explain but I believe I can help with your predicaments.’ Tech told the kids, who are still rather weirded out at the new ability that one of their teachers however they needed help.

“So what can you offer me you smaller beast?” Zim rudely asked Tech, while the others looked like they would strangle the green alien except for Steven who just looked upset at him.

‘While beside giving you detention I can tell you that my cameras caught Combot breaking into the computer lab and has been trying to use the computers to gain access to school.’ Tech answered Zim’s question rather smugly while the invader just glared slightly.

“So where is the computer lab?” Connie asked the disembodied voice still rather creeped out by it.

‘Down the hall about thirteen feet to your right.’ Tech answered Connie, the kids nodded at the instructions they quickly ran to the lab and stopped when they saw a medium door with a grid pattern on it and when they opened door they saw something horrid. It was Combot but he was changed for the worse, its metallic skin now an obsidian black, spikes erupted from its arms, and finally the lower half of it’s body gone replaced with black and neon green tentacles. Combot’s head turned 180 degrees to face the slightly creeped out children and spoke to them.

“Well, well the newbs have arrived to try and beat the final boss. Too bad for them they’re going to first blood for the OP gamer god that is me.” Combot taunted the group and the creep factor was greatly diminished and the annoyance factor went up a little. Mainly it was annoying for Gaz and Marinette both seemed a little offended at the newb comment.

“Hey I got more than 5,000 hours on Doom Brawl!!!” Gaz yelled angry at griefer robot, flames in her voice.

“And I played all the versions of Ultimate Mecha Strike!!!” Marinette said with not as much anger but still rather upset at the comment.

“Ha whatever you really think that those trash games will prepare you for us?!?!” Combot yelled out at the children, though they were slightly confused about the us part. Until what seemed like a huge fireball was speeding towards them, luckily Steven activated his bubble to protect them. It did and the kids got a look at Combot’s player two, he was ten feet tall, sphere like body, metallic red, legs that looked like red tree trunks, two cannon like arms with three claws, finally he had one singular yellow eye.

“Meet Pogtan.” Combot tauntingly said to the but they weren’t afraid many of them either faced worse or built worse, Marinette and Adrien transformed into their costumes though Marinette didn’t like the suits tightness, Steven summoned his shield, while Connie got into her stance. Finally spider legs came out from his pak and Gaz picked up a few rocks ready to throw them. One sadistic robot just smiled at the challenge while the other just saw threats that needed to be eliminated for safety. The fight was an uphill battle when the kids found out that Pogtan didn’t have anything to counter close combat they tried to rush but Combot covered him. Similar was when they tried to attack Combot from a far but Pogtan just shot it down, the fight seemed to be lost until a certain problem solver came up with an idea.

‘Tech are you there?’ Marinette thought trying to contact the bird like creature.

‘I’m hearing you Marinette what do you do need?’

‘I have an idea could you broadcast it to the others?’ Marinette asked and of course Tech obligated, as the kids began to hear of the plan they began have hope though Zim did have complaints that were quickly shot down. First Adrien charged Combot his staff in hand and hit him, of course Combot just caught the staff with it’s tentacles but it failed to notice a familiar pink disc flying towards it. However Pogtan took notice of the odd projectile, he aimed and fired a bomb as it got closer to shield the shield just disappeared from sight. Adrien noticed the signal from Gaz he, using his staff, pushed Combot into the bomb’s path and flipped out of the way. Confused Combot began to turn its head and noticed the bomb heading it’s way, too late to dodge the bomb and the explosion caused Combot to stumble back and fuel leaked. Pogtan just looked worried and used his eye to display a message.

“Sir, I am sorry the enemies tricked me int---” Then one of Combot’s tentacles slammed into Pogtan and it sent him scraping across the floor leaving red marks. Combot just stomped towards the downed robot and began to beat him senseless.

“How could you mess up this badly?!?!? I gave you one simple job yet you idiotic lagging piece of scrap!!!!!” It shouted out in rage at the defenseless machine as metal chips began fly off Pogtan body, however Combot was stopped from his rampage as the shield made a return and smacked his head. Combot just turned its head slowly as if to process the fact it got hit by a child, then it’s eyes just narrowed in anger and began to stomp towards Steven with intent to kill. Steven stood his ground not even flinching as the as the rage robot came closer until a little voice warned him to move.

‘Umm, Steven hate to burst your movement but you might want to move about 0.025 inches to your right.’ Steven did and it was good decision to do so, as the doors were destroyed as Behemoth charged through his jaws wide open. Which clamped down on Combot hard and loud enough to create a small shockwave, Combot tried to escape but that plan was foiled as Behemoth started to death roll. The kid quickly got out of the way as Behemoth’s actions were creating a mess, then Combot’s head fell out of his jaws and tried to use wires to crawl away but that plan was foiled by Connie stabbing her sword through it finally killing it. As Behemoth swallowed the robot remains he turned his attention to Pogtan but Steven stood in-between the two.

“Please don’t he’s hurt enough.” Steven said feeling rather sorry for the beaten robot who didn’t even move since the killing of Combot while the kids were glad to see Behemoth, some may not admit it, they wondered what happened to the nurse robot.

“So, what happened to the nutty nurse?” Adrien asked the enormous English teacher.

“Well you see…” Behemoth tried to say until the zapping sound could be heard and they could smell the medical alcohol.

“I---I—I—is everyone o—o --- okay?” The nurse bot asked the kids who just looked completely terrified and petrified at the arrival of the other psychotic robot. All of them entered a battle stance until Behemoth put up all of his hands and he made a calming motion with them.

“Be at peace, while I was battling Tibbi I noticed a strange pattern to her moves. It took me a while to figure her fighting style out until I realized she wasn’t trying to fight but trying to subdue and tranquilize. Though Combot corrupted her outer data she was still a nurse deeper within so in order to bring it out I acted out as if a terrible blight was upon me. So, the hacking program was overridden by her primary programing and she took care of the blight.” Behemoth told the kids who still were wary of the nurse but they slightly accepted the explanation.

“C—co—come with me to the healing station.” Tibbi kindly order glitching as she talked, the kids hesitantly followed the former rouge nurse and Behemoth to the healing station. Later Tech contacted them and gave them news that both group A and the other teachers were okay, so were the robots when asked why Drooler just grumbled about a fee they would have to pay. While everyone at the school seemed to be happy that technological reign of terror was over in another place something was enraged at the failure of it.

“Auggggh, I knew those buckets of bolts wouldn’t be enough to wipe out those beasts!!!!!” A large figure in a dark, wet cave yelled out in anger it’s eye livid at what just happened.

“Grrrr, luckily I have a few more backup plans to deal with those monsters.” Opening it’s palm it used some sort of magic to see sixteen people projected before it, the figure just smiled wickedly and just smiled showing yellow teeth that wer sharper than a shark.

“Hopefully for their sake they don’t fail me.”

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Protagonist Prep.

Ch. 7 part two, A.I think this was a bad idea