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pico-digital-studios · 3 months

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Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Prime Encounter

This scene was co-written with @mcgamejolter. The scene is also based on this animation by DedGrafic.

During Cosmic Discoveries, OMT!Tails was thrown into the Prime Sonic universe by Lost Memory Sonic and knocked out from the impact. A few moments later, Sonic Prime/Modern Sonic showed up, seeing the alternate version of his best bud lying on the floor.

Modern Sonic: Huh? What's up with the blue shoes? Yo, Tails!

As he knelt down to have a closer look, another portal opened behind him, prompting him to leap out of the way as LM!Sonic showed up.

LM!Sonic: Urgh... You could've just stayed out of my business, Prower, and you managed to screw up even THAT.

He held OMT!Tails up by his ankle.

LM!Sonic: You should never have become the hero of your world. You're a mistake, child.

OMT!Tails (in a daze): Uh... Mom, I don't wanna go to school today... I've got a headache...

LM!Sonic: You're an abomination, a danger to others AND to yourself.

On cue, Sonic Prime sped right through him, moving OMT!Tails to a safe position before going back to confront his alternate self.

Sonic Prime: Hey, man. If you're part of Eggman's new army of creepy eyes, you'd better hit the hay if you know what's-!

LM!Sonic promptly bashed him out of the way.

LM!Sonic: SILENCE!

Once Sonic Prime impacted with a tree, his hands were quickly restrained via energy spheres.

LM!Sonic: To think you're the "Prime" version of myself. Disgusting... You once fragmented this reality, creating wars between dimensions and threatening thousands of lives. There's not much difference between you and this two-tailed freak; you're both ticking time bombs that could wreak havoc on reality.

Sonic Prime: Oh, brother. I found someone even grumpier than Shadow. Hey, what's up with you beefing about the whole Shatterverse incident that happened a while ago?!

Shadow Prime arrived on the scene.

Shadow Prime: Well, to be fair, he's right.

Sonic Prime: Hey, wow!

Shadow Prime (to LM!Sonic): However, that still doesn't justify why you've come here. So I suggest you leave now!

LM!Sonic glared at Shadow Prime hatefully, seeing ANY Shadow being his big berserk button.

LM!Sonic: Get out of my way! That sorry excuse of a sidekick is coming with me!

Shadow Prime: So it's the kid you want, huh?

Sonic Prime: Hey, now. I don't want another Nine situation, so I hope you're not thinking about giving Tails to red eyes over there-!

Right then and there, Shadow Prime charged at LM!Sonic as they engaged in combat.

Sonic Prime (genuinely surprised): Huh. I'm... I'm actually surprised.

As the fight went on, OMT!Tails wearily woke up, noticing Sonic Prime restrained.

OMT!Tails: Oh? Hang on! I'll get you down from there.

He disabled the spheres, letting Sonic come back down to terra-firma.

Sonic Prime: Thanks, dude! So... alternate universes... Tell me about it.

OMT!Tails: You know, I remember seeing you a few months back. Weren't you being chased by that robot that wanted the Paradox Prism?

Sonic Prime: Metal X? Yeah, that would be me.

OMT!Tails gasped in awe, his thoughts ultimately confirmed.

OMT!Tails: So you ARE Prime Sonic!

Sonic Prime: The one and only! Fastest thing alive with no-one to serve except the wind that flows free! What more can I ask for than the freedom to go wherever I want! Well... Except, it's clean-up duty again. Someone's gotta fix the mess Baldy McNosehair did.

OMT!Tails: Heh, figures. So, will Shadow be alright trying to fight off that psychopath on his own?

Sonic Prime: Shadow? Oh, please! He's fought a giant lizard and an alien god trying to destroy humanity. What else could some edgy-looking version of myself possibly do?

OMT!Tails: I mean, there's all sorts of variations of you out there, several of which have got this huge Society aiming to keep the wider multiverse safe!

Sonic Prime: So I've heard. I gotta admit, it's really weird seeing hedgehogs that look like me but with different-coloured fur across those multiversal stretches. Speaking of that... is it me, or was that a version of Nine I saw the other day?

OMT!Tails: It sure was!

Sonic Prime: So, where do you plan to go from here? Besides obviously running from that psycho.

OMT!Tails: Well, I've still got some more work to be doing with my own multiversal team once I get moving again.

On cue, LM!Sonic was kicked close to the two.

LM!Sonic: H-How is he so strong...?! This isn't fair! He should've fallen by now!

And fittingly, Shadow Prime kicked him right in the face.

Shadow Prime: Leave now, freak, unless you want me to kick your ass a second time.

Sonic Prime: (to Shadow) Nice work, Shadow! (to OMT!Tails) See? Told ya he could beat him no problem!

OMT!Tails: Heh, sweet!

LM!Sonic got up, frustrated.

LM!Sonic: You weren't even giving it your all! Urgh, Maria would be so ashamed of-.

OMT!Tails: Woah woah woah WOAH! Haven't you even researched the golden rule related to Shadows?

LM!Sonic: Enlighten me, "genius".

OMT!Tails: Do. NOT. Mention. Maria. Out loud. When Shadow is in proximity!

Shadow Prime cracked his knuckles, not at all chuffed with this version of Sonic speaking foul of Maria.

Shadow Prime: So unless you're looking for a death wish, leave our world... and never come back!

LM!Sonic: Fine, then! (to OMT!Tails) But this isn't over, fox! I'll get you yet!

LM!Sonic made his retreat through another portal.

Sonic Prime: Aaaand we'll never see him again.

Shadow Prime: You'd better get back to wherever you came from, Tails. We're not looking to get involved in whatever situation this is.

OMT!Tails: Yeah, that's a good call.

OMT!Tails prepared to leave.

OMT!Tails: Oh, yeah. Before I go, if it at least helps you feel a little better, Shadow, there's always at least one universe where she's alright. Well, see you both around!

OMT!Tails left, Shadow Prime being left to process Tails's words.

Shadow Prime: You know... I prefer him over Nine any day.

Sonic Prime: Oh, come on! Nine wasn't that bad either!

The two began running off.

Shadow Prime: Yeah, but at least this Tails didn't try to kill us.

Sonic Prime: Uuurgh! You're never gonna live that down, are you?

Shadow Prime: Nope.

Sonic Prime: You know what? I shouldn't have asked.

#sonic exe #sonic the hedgehog #spider verse #sth #sonic #sonic fandom #sth au #sonic au #spider man #sonic prime

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junkydrawr · 6 months

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Well, it's been a while, so here's another Snively scene for ya'll. Just a little bit of Snively's childhood.

Oh yeah, I'm learning Spanish so I just tossed some random thing in there. Lol

"How come you don't use your real name?" Tails twirled in the water.

"I don't like it."

"What was it again?"

Snively lifted one foot from the water, watching the silt slide from his toes. "Colin."

"How come you like Snively better than Colin?"

"I wouldn't say I like it better. But it's the lesser of the two evils."

"Colin isn't that bad," said Tails. "My real name is Miles...now that's just dorky!"

"No, it's fine. It has sophistication." Snively wiggled his toes back into the mud. It felt nice.

"What's sophistication?"

"Class. Polish." Snivey rolled his eyes. "I realize Sonic is your idol, but must you emulate his vocabulary incompetence...?"

"I got no idea what you just said." Tails splashed one of his namesakes into the water, sending spray Snively's way.

It honestly felt nice too. He wiped his face. It might be pleasant to simply sit down, let the water flow up to his chest. He'd probably be covered in sand afterwards. Not so pleasant.

"I think you should use Colin." Tails nodded seriously. "Snively sounds like a joke. Like...sniveling."

"...but isn't that what I do?" Snively smiled crookedly. Hazy memories surfaced like the glittering sand beneath the water.

He was nine and his father was the Minister of Justice. Father attended galas and parties and meetings and other boring things. Usually, Colin Jr stayed home. Tonight, his father decided to drag him along.

Snively was not pleased. He'd have to don his suit and tie, those stupid shiny shoes that hurt his feet...and be around droning, pretentious rich people for endless hours.

At least the food was usually good.

Father stopped by the leather armchair where his son was lounging with a book.

"Hijo, tienes que hacer listo." (Son, you have to get ready.)

Snively sneered without looking up. "Yo no entiendo." (I don't understand.)

Father insisted on his enrollment in Human Multicultural Languages. It was another class to nap through. Father liked to grill him with random phrases in various languages of Earth. (Of course, random phrases was all Father knew.)

When Snively had asked to drop out, his father had gone on a tirade.

"We must preserve our heritage," he growled.

"But we're from England."

"The heritage of our species! The glory of Homo Sapiens!" Colin Sr tilted back his head arrogantly, his fire-hued hair gleaming in the chandelier lights. "Our people are meant to conquer the stars, boy!"

Oh Gods. Snively resisted an epic eye roll. It'd only earn him a slap.

Father loathed the fact that Common Mobian was prioritized over Human languages on all levels of schooling. They were both fluent, naturally. When your species was only 3% of the population, you had to assimilate or remain insular, and that was not an option when the majority controlled all of the resources as well.

"You do understand me, Snively! Now answer properly!"

He sighed and struggled for the words. "Um...Que hora hace lo empiezar?" (What time does it start?)

"It starts at seven. You have an hour to get ready and you look a mess." Colin Senior fisted a handful of his son's shirt, drawing him close. "You had best not disgrace me, Snively."

Snively cringed. "No, daddy."

The gala was some stupid fundraiser, something to do with raising money for the Overlander cause - the group that believed they shouldn't bow to the Mobians.

War was on the horizon, but such things were surreal to a nine year old boy who had his hands full with a critical, loveless father, schoolyard bullies, classwork and studies.

Snively managed to snag a glass of wine from a passing server. He sipped from it, brushing his hair from his eyes. Oh, it made him feel burning and tingling. He liked it.

The air was thick with the scent of rich hors d'oeuvres, silver confetti, gold balloons, clashing perfumes. He scratched at the red tie at his neck and sat at an empty table.

Look at this silly lot. He eyed all the men in their suits, the women in their fancy dresses and overdone makeup, all the breasts pushed up and begging for attention. A server paused and offered him delicacies from her silver tray.

Oh yes. Small weiners wrapped in brioche, pinky-sized shrimp, and tiny snack cakes!

"Thank you, I will." He took the entire tray.

"Excuse me, young sir-" she huffed and he aimed a finger across the room. There was Father, shaking hands and blabbing with other stick-up-the-ass bigwigs.

"Oh, would you like to tell my daddy on me? He's right there."

She blanched, hurrying off.

He smiled in bratty enjoyment, then sampled the plate. Well, perhaps it was worth being dragged here. But after a while, he was full and bored, and this dreck of a party was still carrying on.

I wish Uncle Julian were here. He sighed, leaning back in the chair. Uncle would have so many witty and funny things to say of all this! Snively giggled. He imagined Uncle's commentary in his deep voice. Look at this group of overstuffed turkeys, my dear boy. Ah, has that woman over there smuggled melons into her brassiere?

I wish Julian was my father instead...

He tried to squash the frequent, sorrowful thought and stood, restlessly wandering the gala. He ended up passing near his father, still chatting with other pompous arses. People of wealth and influence.

"Oh my," cried an elderly woman showing too much skin. "Is this not your son, Minister?"

"Jolly right!" Another man, decked out in Overlander military garb, pulled Snively in by the shoulder. "This is the lad."

"Ah yes." Colin Senior beamed with false pride. An equally fake hand of affection patted his son's other shoulder. "My darling boy, my golden child."

"What a fine-looking young man."

Snively resisted a sneer. Think that's the first time I've heard that one.

"My pride for him knows no bounds."

"And what is your name, son? Named after your father, are you?"

Colin Senior nodded, drawing his son closer, his hand kneading on the back of his neck. You'd best not disgrace me.

I hate being named after this clod.

I hate how he's pretending to love me.

The golden child smiled sweetly, his blue eyes sweeping the group. "Oh yes, sirs and madames. My name is Colin as well...but honestly, I far prefer Father's nickname for me."

Father's hand tightened on his nape. A warning.

"Oh, and what is that?" The elderly woman leaned forward.

Colin Jr beamed radiantly. "Why, Sniveling Bastard, of course. Snively for short."

The old woman gasped, and all the assembled eyes stared at his father. Colin Senior sputtered, red creeping up his brawny neck, as he fumbled for an out.

"Um...ah...heh...ah...the boy is such a joker. Such talent for wit."

There was forced laugher, and Snively slipped away as his father desperately tried to save face.

He retreated to the bathroom, where in the stall, he bent over and laughed until tears streamed down his face.

He shed a different sort of tears later in the privacy of their manor home.

It had been a while since Father had thrashed him with his belt, and he struck especially hard tonight.

Snively curled painfully in bed, sniffling and wiping tears. His rear and thighs burned with swollen welts...but inside...he glowed.

I can't wait to tell Uncle about the look on Father's face. He giggled softly, gingerly rolling to his other side with a pained gasp.

Yes, he would be sore for days...but he was full of appetizers and the darkness of pleasurable spite. Welts would fade, but the memory would never lose its sweetness.

The recollection of Daddy's humiliated, fumbling face made him chuckle. Colin Jr had fully embraced his hateful nickname from then on, stabbing it like a needle into his bastard father.

He sloshed his hands in the cool water. "No, I shan't ever use that name." He let his hands still, seeing his pitiful reflection staring up. "Snively is who I am."

Tails twirled again. "Maybe you can make up your own name! Something you like!"

The small man grinned. "All right. Snively the Grrrrreat."

"Yuck! No way!" Tails splashed more water his way.

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A/N: So that's my take on why Snively sticks with his nickname instead of given name. He really should make something else up though hahaha. (Also, I just realized I didn't make it clear, that Colin Sr only called his son 'Snively' (and variants of) in private.)

(Also Humans being 3% of the population might be an overestimation. In my storyline Mobius and Earth are seperate and the Overlanders immigrated from Earth to Mobius over a period of several hundred years until they ended up blowing up their home planet. Bummer. Lol. Anyway, it's a minor detail since that shit's in the past, right?)

#snively #junkysnivfic #SatAM fic

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discoscoob · 3 years

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Partners in Crime | Loki x Female Reader

Loki (Marvel) x Doctor Who

You go undercover and infiltrate the TVA in an attempt to rescue Loki from the shady organisation.

Part Nine | Part Eleven | Chapter Index

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: descriptions of Loki’s death in Infinity War

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You had ran back into the TARDIS and straight to the wardrobes, you dressed in a formal black work suit with a white blouse and a pair of black court shoes, a far cry from your usual style but since you had decided you were going undercover you thought you might as well look the part. You had covered the scrapes you acquired on your jaw and cheekbones during the battle of New York with some concealer and applied some light makeup to complete the look.

You straightened out your suit jacket and checked your hair was neat enough by gently patting it with your palms to feel for flyaways, as you made your way back into the deserted control room. Your eyes landed on the Doctors jacket, as you passed it, noticing it was still discarded on the seats, since the Doctor hadn’t took it with him when he left.

Despite already knowing the control room was empty, you glanced around just to be sure before you fished into the inside pocket of the suit jacket and felt around for the wallet containing the psychic paper. While you were feeling around you felt your fingers brush against the sonic screwdriver, you decided it might be useful so you pulled it out and slotted it into your own pocket before you returned to hunting for the psychic paper.

You discovered that the Doctor wasn’t kidding when he said his pockets were bigger on the inside, you dragged out a yo-yo, a pair of retro 3D glasses, the yellow water pistol you used in Pompeii and a stethoscope before you finally managed to find the wallet containing the psychic paper. You discarded all the random objects on the seats along with the jacket before you turned on your heel and made your way out of the TARDIS.

While you were in the unlit room the TARDIS had landed in, you blindly felt around for a light switch, until you remembered you had the sonic screwdriver, you used the small blue light on the end of it as a torch, it wasn’t very effective but it provided some visibility and from what you could see, you were in a maintenance closet.

After slipping the sonic back into your pocket, you carefully pushed the door handle down and slowly cracked the door open and peaked out of it with one eye, exactly like you had done earlier. This time you were looking along the ceiling for any visible security cameras, from your position you could not see any.

The corridor was once again deserted, so you proceeded to pull the door open wider and poked your head out to look both left and right. The decor was dated with an orange and brown patterned carpet which you might have found in a cheap hotel in the 70s and the walls were painted a creamy coffee colour.

Swiftly you slipped out of the maintenance closet and gently pulled the door shut behind you, while still vigilantly looking up and down the abandoned corridor, now you had to decide which direction to go.

To your right you were closer to the end of the hallway where there was a set of mahogany double doors with frosted glass panels, while to your left, the end of the corridor split off into two other separate corridors, after weighing up your options you decided to head towards the double doors.

The room you entered was spacious and well lit by large round lights that covered the entire ceiling. In the centre of the room there were retractable line divider belts in place which lead to a glass incased service desk, where you could see a bored worker was slouched in their seat. You took a deep breath and straightened your spine before you began to walk through the winding barriers towards the desk.

Once you arrived you looked down upon the chubby, middle aged man who had not yet acknowledged your presence as he hunched over the desk, reading a colourful comic that was spread out on the surface in front of him. Your eyes nervously travelled around the room again as you double checked no one else was there before you hit the shiny, gold coated service bell with the palm of your hand.

“Have you had your consultation with Miss Minutes?” The guard, who wore a name tag which informed you he was called Edgar, idly addressed you without looking up from his desk.

“What?” You asked, already beginning to feel your nerves spike.

“Every prisoner must have a consolation with Miss Minutes before standing trial for their alleged crimes.” Edgar explained, as if he was reading from a script.

“Oh... I- I’m not a prisoner.” You nervously laughed, you were here to break Loki out, not get yourself arrested too.

The guard finally lifted his eyes to you and took in your appearance and formal attire, you pulled the psychic paper from your pocket and held it against the glass, willing it to show him something that will grant you access to the prisoners.

“You’re a psychiatrist?” Edgar questioned, appearing dumbfounded.

“Yes.” You nodded confidently, as you returned the wallet to your breast pocket, “I am here to evaluate one of your prisoners.”

“You’re in the wrong department.” He informed you as his eyes cast back down to his comic, you waited for him to tell you where to go, but he remained silent.

“Which department do I need to go to?” You prompted him.

“The prisoner department.”

Another pause. You rolled your eyes.

“And where is that?” You tried to remain patient but getting information out of this man was like pulling teeth, you could feel the frustration building in your chest.

“Down the corridor, to the left, take the elevator to floor VG2.” You were already making your way back through the winding line dividers by the time he was halfway through his sentence, you would have ran if you weren’t meant to maintain a professional cover, alas, you were confined to speed walking.

As quickly as you could, you made your way down the carpeted corridor and turned left until you arrived to a pair of elevators with metallic gold doors. You pushed the black round button on a panel between the two elevators to call for one. You tapped your foot as you impatiently waited with your hands clasped in front of you.

The ding prompted you to lift your head just as the elevator doors began to slide open, your whole body halted to a stop mid stride as your eyes locked with a pair of familiar frosty green ones, which stared right back at you, holding just as much surprise.

You and Loki were completely frozen as the pair of you did nothing but stare at each other for a solid moment, which felt much longer than it actually was. You took in his appearance, the bulky collar he was wearing around his neck along with a loose fitting, beige jumpsuit which had an orange TVA logo printed on the left side of the chest.

Loki was the first to break contact as his eyes fleeted with panic to Mobius, who was stood next to him, but luckily he hadn’t noticed you as his attention was focused on studying a brown paper file which he held open in the palm of his hand.

Quickly you jumped out of view and pushed your back flush to the wall between the two elevators before you heard Mobius tut with a sigh.

“Don’t you just hate when the elevator stops on a floor and no one is there?” You heard Mobius say, there was no response from Loki before the doors slid back shut.

You rolled back off the wall with a sigh of relief and put your hand over your racing heart to calm it after almost getting caught. You looked up and followed the floor numbers above the elevator as they lit up, indicating which floor it was at, until it stopped in order to find out which floor Loki was being taken to and memorised it as you pushed the button to call another elevator. The doors to the other one opened and you stepped in and selected the floor which Loki was taken to.

With a ding the doors parted to reveal a concrete corridor, much different to the one you were on earlier. It was filled with people dressed in uniforms, some in plain brown suits and others dressed head to toe in black combat armour carrying weapons, you were wary of those ones. Your heels clicked against the hard floor and the sound echoed off the walls as you slowly made your way further down the winding corridor. You tried to not appear too inconspicuous as your eyes shifted around in search of a familiar face.

You passed several dark wooden doors, any of which Loki and Mobius could have disappeared behind and you would have no idea, it wasn’t like you could go searching behind each individual one without drawing attention to yourself.

“Excuse me, are you lost?” A petite woman with a friendly disposition approached you, obviously having noticed the way you were aimlessly wandering without any direction. She had warm eyes and showcased her pearly white teeth with her plump glossy lips stretched into a kind smile. You instantly felt comfortable in her presence, so you were confident enough to be somewhat honest with her.

“Yes actually, I’m looking for Mobius and I can’t seem to find him.”

Her eyes widened with delight at the fact that she knew exactly where he was and could help you as she pointed to a pair of double doors a few paces behind her. “I saw him go in there with one of the prisoners not too long ago.”

Your eyes shifted to the double doors and you noticed there was two security guards stood in front before you looked back at the friendly woman in front of you, “thank you,” you smiled.

“No problem at all.” She told you as she began to make her way towards the elevator.

Once she was gone, you searched for a corner to hide behind which also gave you a perfect view of the double doors as you waited for Loki and Mobius to come out.

A few minutes passed before you saw the door open and Mobius stepped out without Loki, you watched him disappear down the corridor before you rushed to the double doors, you were quickly halted by the security in front but you maintained a calm exterior as you reached into your pocket and showed them the psychic paper, they studied it for a moment as your heart raced with nerves, before one of them grunted with a nod and granted you access.

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding after you shut the door, with your back turned to the room you just entered.

Heat flourished through your stomach at the sound of Loki’s voice saying you name, as a smile curled at the corners of your lips before you turned around to see him.

In the dimly lit room, Loki was rising from his seat, his face was illuminated by a holographic projection that was playing against the wall furthest from you, as he began taking quick strides towards you.

Before you could even say anything, you felt his palms rest on both your cheeks as he pulled your face towards his own and greeted you with a hungry kiss.

“If I might interject.” Loki’s voice filled the room and interrupted your kiss, as you pulled your lips away from his and glanced over his shoulder at the projection, which displayed footage of Loki.

“What is that?” You asked him as your eyes bounced between his face and the projection.

“Never mind that,” Loki shook his head dismissively and grasped your hands in his. “I can’t believe you’re here, you’re alive.” Loki once again gently grasped your face in one of his hand as he stroked his thumb against the apple of your cheek.

“Thanks to you. You saved my life.” You smiled gratefully at him as you brought your own hand up to rest on the back of his but he retracted it just as you did and you pinched your brows together with confusion.

“No thanks to me,” Loki corrected you as he shook his head and took a step back from you, “I am the reason you got hurt in the first place.”

“Loki, it wasn’t your fault...”

“It was. It was me. I am the one who shot at you.” Loki admitted and you remained silent as you let the information sink in.

“Almighty Thanos... I, Loki, Prince of Asgard... Odinson... the rightful King of Jotunheim, God of Mischief do hereby pledge to you my undying fidelity.” The projection once again caught your attention.

“Thanos...” Your eyes drifted back to Loki, “when is this from?”

“It... it’s...” Loki tried, but your focus shifted back to the projection as a deep voice filled the room through the speakers.

“Undying? You should choose your words more carefully.” You realised the new voice belonged to Thanos, who was now displayed on the projection, his larger frame dwarfed Loki’s, proving just how intimidating he was.

Loki had his arm extended above his head as he clenched a dagger in his fist and held the tip to Thanos’ throat, but the mighty titan encircled Loki’s arm with his large hand, making it appear no larger than a twig, he twisted his arm and the dagger fell from his palm as he raised his other hand to Loki’s throat.

Your face paled and stone cold horror surged through your thumping heart as Thanos began to lift Loki off the ground, causing his body to thrash around violently as he tried to struggle free from the deadly grasp.

“He... he’s killing you.” Your voice trembled as you watched helplessly, you turned you face away when it became too difficult to keep watching, wishing you could also close your ears to the unsettling noises that filled the room.

“You... will never be... a god.” Was the last thing you heard Loki say through the speakers before you almost jumped out of your skin at the sound of a door slamming shut with such force it overpowered the noises from the speakers.

You turned around to find Mobius with his back to the doors, a curious smile played on his lips as his eyes shot back and forth between you and Loki. You instantly stepped back towards Loki and encircled your arms around his and pulled him closer to you, keeping him in an unyielding hold.

“So I’m assuming this is some sort of rescue mission slash prison escape?” Mobius casually spoke as he began to walk further into the room.

You and Loki shuffled back together, ensuring you maintained the same amount of distance from him as he moved around the sparsely furnished room.

“Something like that.” You mumbled with your chin held high in defiance but Mobius appeared unfazed as his eyes fell to Loki.

“I’m afraid he won’t get very far wearing that.” The agent brought his finger up to point at his own neck in order to demonstrate that he was talking about the collar, which was secured around Loki’s neck, you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head curiously.

“Then, I guess, it’s a good job I brought this with me, isn’t it?” You smiled, knowing you had the upper hand as you pulled the Doctors sonic screwdriver from your pocket and held it in front of you.

Loki’s own lips lifted into a triumphant smirk once he realised what you had held in your hand. You pointed the blue glowing tip to the electronic latch of his collar, a low-pitched buzzing emitted from the sonic before you heard the latch click open and with a quick shake of his head, the collar easily slipped from Loki’s neck and landed on the floor at his feet.

“Ah, shit.” Mobius sighed under his breath, with his gaze focused on the discarded collar.

“This is nothing personal.” Loki told him as he raised his palm, Mobius hardly had time to react before green mist was shot in his direction, his legs gave way beneath him as he collapsed to the floor unconscious.

“Is he dead?” You worried as you took a couple steps towards Mobius’ body.

“No, he’s just sleeping.” Loki assured you as he conjured some rope out of a shimmering green light and he strode towards Mobius.

“This will buy us some more time.” Loki told you as he pushed Mobius’ limp body on to his front and began tying his wrists together behind his back, before he tied his ankles together.

You watched wordlessly until Loki rose back to his feet then walked towards you, he clasped you by your shoulders and looked down at you intensely.

“I have a plan.” He told you.

“Loki, what was that projection?” You worried, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t wipe the horrific images from your mind.

His eyes cast down and he stroked his hand up and down your upper arm to offer you comfort, “It’s a lot to explain, but right now we need to get out of here and I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.” You said without hesitation.

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“Oh my god...” Your hand shot to your throat, “why hasn’t my voice changed? I still sound like me.”

You were currently looking into a handheld mirror, which Loki had conjured for you, getting used to the fact that the face staring back at you wasn’t your own. You ran the tips of your fingers over the facial hair above your lip and gently pulled it between your forefinger and thumb.

Loki had transformed you into a double of Mobius, as a green shimmer ran down the length of his body and he changed from the prison jumpsuit into the same TVA uniform he had been wearing when you first met him in Pompeii.

“I can’t change your voice, you will have to refrain from speaking to anyone. We just need to get out of here and back to the TARDIS. It should be easy enough.” Loki explained as he fixed the collar of his jacket before he crouched beside Mobius and riffled through his pockets until you heard the jingling of keys. Loki threw them over his shoulder at you and you managed to catch them as you cradled your hands together with your palms open and the keys landed right in the middle.

“We will lock the door behind us,” Loki explained and you nodded as he approached you.

“I don’t deserve any of this after what I did to you...” He saw you open your mouth to cut him off so he rushed to continue, “when the elevator doors opened and I saw your face, I thought it was a figment of my imagination... When the TVA captured me, I wasn’t sure if I would ever see you again or if I would ever find out whether or not you made it out of New York alive. I have lived with the weight of my actions on my shoulders, ever since the mind stones influenced faded but I have never felt anything even close to how I felt when I saw your injuries and I knew I was the one responsible for them. I will do whatever it takes to gain your forgiveness.”

“Do you really think I would be here, looking like this,” you gestured to your form disguised as Mobius, “if I hadn’t already forgiven you? You weren’t fully in control of your actions on that day but you were fully in control when you saved my life, despite knowing that using your magic would attract the TVA’s attention, you put yourself at risk to save me and now I’m doing the same for you.”

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Loki’s lips before you took his hand in your own, “now let’s go before he wakes up and alerts everyone that you’ve escaped.”

You let go of his hand just as your other reached for the handle of the door and you lead the way out with Loki following behind you. You acknowledged the two guards on either side of the door with a silent nod as you looked at the keys on the keyring and realised you didn’t know which one fit the lock on this door.

You glanced at Loki for help, hoping your wide and confused eyes were enough to make him understand your predicament since you couldn’t use your voice. Loki subtly raised his finger to point at the key you needed and you quickly locked the door, before you made your way down the winding concrete hallway, towards the golden doors of the elevators.

Your heart was already leaping out your chest after your blunder with the keys, but apart from a few nervous glances towards Loki, no one really paid the pair of you any attention and you were relieved to see that the plan was working.

The familiar ding alerted you to the fact that the doors were about to slide open. When you saw a curly haired woman, dressed in a brown suit decorated with an orange sash, exiting the elevator, you stepped aside and offered her a polite smile, with the intention of letting her pass by, but she stopped in front of you and Loki and stared at the pair of you with suspicion.

The polite smile faded from your face, as your pulse once again began to quicken under her scrutinising gaze, you chanced a glance towards Loki in an attempt to gage how he was handling the situation, your inner panic spiked when you noticed the worry hidden in his eyes as they bounced between you and the woman stood before you.

“Agent Mobius, where are you taking the Loki variant?” She questioned you.

You focused hard on trying to maintain a calm exterior while you were internally experiencing a meltdown as panic rose through your chest and your mind raced with the millions of possibilities for how this could go wrong, since there was no way you could answer her, you had no idea how to get yourself and Loki out of this situation.

“I have decided join your little club and help protect the sacred timeline, Mobius and I are about to head out on a mission.” Loki answered for you and you sent him a grateful look, once the woman turned her attention to him.

“Mobius, you know variants aren’t allowed out on missions without my clearance.” She crossed her arms over her chest and sent you a disapproving look.

“You already gave me clearance.” Loki answered and the woman rolled her eyes before turning to him again.

“That was the first time and you ended up running away with a genocidal Time Lord.”

“The Doctor?” A confused crease formed between Loki’s dark brows.

“He destroyed the Time Lords.” She said, the tone she used made it seem as though her answer should’ve been obvious.

“Well, if they were anything like you, I can’t say I blame him.” You had to bring your fingers to your lips to stifle your laughter.

“Mobius!” You jumped at the sound of ‘your’ name and stood straight as you looked to the authoritative woman before you. “Wait for me in my office, while I return your variant to his cell.”

Your internal meltdown only worsened and you glanced at Loki again hoping he would offer you some sort of sign that he had a plan, his eyes were twitching back and forth as he stared at nothing in particular, you could practically see the cogs turning in his mind as he raced to come up with a plan. When the woman’s gaze flicked over to him, all evidence of his plotting was wiped from his face and his lips stretched into a sly smile.

“Lead the way, Your Honour.” Loki hit the button to call the elevator, since it had already arrived earlier the doors slid open instantly. He held his hand out and offered the woman to enter the lift first, as she did Loki glanced at you and subtly nodded his head towards the corridor, directing you to follow that direction.

Trusting that Loki knew what he was doing, you began to back away until you turned around and started walking down the corridor. You didn’t let the fact that Loki called her ‘Your Honour’ go unnoticed, you realised that was Loki’s subtle way of telling you who she was so you would be able to find her office. As you walked down the corridor you glanced at the engraved gold plaques above each door, until you stopped in front of one which read ‘Judge Ravonna Renslayer’ before you proceeded to enter.

Inside, the office was dimly lit and lacked any windows, you realised that you hadn’t seen any windows throughout the entire building and it only added to the mysteriousness of the entire organisation. The walls were made off sculpted dark wooden panels and the floor was covered in an orange and brown carpet, similar to the one which decorated the corridors upstairs.

A single stained glass lamp, which stood on the large wooden desk in the centre of the room, was the only source of light. Behind the desk was a large, red leather chair and in front of it were two smaller brown leather seats. The surface of the desk was kept neat, a stack of files perfectly piled on top of one another sat in the centre, apart from those and the lamp there wasn’t much else on it.

On the far back wall, behind the desk, to the left and right there were two book shelves neatly filled with large leather bound books of various colours. Between the two book shelves, there was a wall, decorated with the wooden sculptures of three heads, you found them rather ghastly to look at so you diverted your eyes back to the surface of the desk as you lowered yourself into one of the seats in front of it and waited.

The only sound that filled the room was the constant ticking of a clock as each second passed and you were beginning to find the repetitive sound irritating, your leg bounced up and down with nerves, as you hoped with all your strength that Loki knew what he was doing. You had no idea what you were going to do if Judge Ravonna Renslayer walked through that door and expected you to speak with her.

You glanced over your shoulder when you heard the sound of the door click open, hoping you would be greeted by the sight of Loki, but your heart dropped and an array of colourful language raced through your mind when the Judge entered the room instead.

“Agent Mobius.” She formally greeted you and you stood from your seat and offered her your hand to shake as a form of greeting, since speaking would blow your cover, although you doubted you would be able to last long without saying anything.

The Judge just stared at your hand for a moment, with confusion behind her eyes, before she swatted it away and stepped closer to you almost making you jump when her arms slid around the back of your neck and she brought her face inches away from yours.

“No need to be so formal when we’re in private, Moby.” Her breath fanned across your lips, as she whispered seductively and you could hardly control the way your eyebrows shot up to your hairline as you gulped, completely thrown off guard by the unexpected turn of events.

Your mouth moved like a fish out of water and you didn’t know where to put your hands, but when she let out a snort of laughter and took a step back, you tilted your head with suspicion. A green shimmer illuminated the dull room and Loki was stood before you, still laughing to himself but at least now he was looking sheepish about it, as you glared at him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“I’m sorry, that was cruel,” he held his hands up defensively, “but your face... or rather Mobius’”

“Now is not the time for games.” You scolded him as you swatted at his chest.

“There is always time for games.” Loki answered defensively and you affectionately rolled your eyes.

“What did you do with her?” You asked, curious about how Loki safely escaped from the Judge.

“Transformed her into me and put her in my cell before I shifted into her form.” Loki shrugged like it was nothing.

“Will she look like you forever?” You worried.

Loki shook his head. “Once we leave, my magic will leave her.”

“Let’s get out of here.” You said and Loki shifted back into the Judges form as you made your way out of her office.

This time you successfully made it to the elevator and to the floor that you had left the TARDIS on without any interruptions. You lead Loki down the deserted corridor towards the maintenance closet, just as an alarm started blaring throughout the entire building.

“Do you think that’s for us?” You looked at Loki with worry.

“We’re not going to stick around long enough to find out.” Loki answered as he grabbed your hand and started running the rest of the way to the closet.

“Stop them!” A guard dressed in black armour shouted as they burst through the double doors at the end of the corridor, leading a group of other guards behind them.

“I guess that answers your question.” Loki mumbled as the pair of you ducked when they began shooting their weapons at you, Loki moved to ensure that he was shielding you as he reached for the handle to the closet and ushered you through the door once he opened it.

You pushed through the TARDIS doors, with Loki hot on your heel, relieved to be in the familiar control room but you still needed to get the TARDIS out of the closet before the TVA guards followed you inside.

Without hesitation Loki was immediately at the control panel, figuring out how to pilot the ship, some sparks flew off the console when he flicked one of the switches and he ducked while you let out a yelp, before he stretched his arm out and reached for the leaver, the one the Doctor had told you was called the Time Rotor Handbrake, and the TARDIS began trembling as it dematerialised.

Loki and you both held on tight to the console to maintain your balance, before the tremors subsided and you both let out sighs of relief, knowing you were finally safe.

Loki and you shared a glance and with a flick of his wrist you both transformed back into yourselves before you fell into each other’s arms. You snuggled the tip of your nose into his neck and he planted a gentle kiss on the side of you head.

“I’m never letting you go again.” Your voice was muffled as you spoke.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Loki promised.

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stuffkin · 3 years

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i am once again late but international sister’s day was august 1st sooooo here we go!

this is for @takamakiswife

Sonic Speedster: yo keep sunday free would you

Ann: maybe i already have plans

Sonic Speedster: clear your schedule then!!!

Ann: why?

Sonic Speedster: bc *i* have plans!!!

Ann hadn't had plans to begin with, but she continued to poke and prod at Ryuji for funsies until she gave in.

Of course, he won't tell her what those plans are. And by the looks of it, Akira's in on the secret, too--secret huddles, rushed whispers, sudden silence when she joins them, the works. She leaves them to it.

Sunday rolls around. Ann wakes up late, the late morning sun burning lazily through her curtains. Stretching languidly, drowsily, she rolls over and grabs her phone. It'd be incredibly easy to fall back asleep like this, but old habits die hard.

Besides, the handful of messages from the group chat wake her right up. Right. Secret plans.

Sonic Speedster: ann are you awake

Sonic Speedster: wake up already

Sonic Speedster: i'm bored

Cat Lord: ryuji it is barely 8am let people sleep

Cat Lord: why are you awake anyway

Sonic Speedster: im bored!

Cat Lord: want me to come over?

Sonic Speedster: um

The messages drop off after that. Ann blearily frowns at her phone. Well, that's not ominous at all. She checks the time. It's almost eleven.

Ann: well i'm awake now

It takes almost negative time for an answer to come through.

Sonic Speedster: ANN

Sonic Speedster: kira can we go see ann now

Cat Lord: i am literally sitting next to you

Ann: and yet

Cat Lord: and shouldn't you ask *her* that

Cat Lord: huh

Cat Lord: oh

Ann: let me see my boys

Cat Lord: incoming

None of them live particularly close to each other, so Ann thinks she has time to wake up properly. She's barely dragged herself out of bed to brush her teeth when the doorbell rings. Her reflection blinks back at her. That can't be them already.

And yet, sure enough, her boys are on the other side of the door. Akira looks tired and disgruntled. Ryuji is the polar opposite, grinning widely as soon as he sees her. "Ann!"

She stares at them both for a long moment, taking in the way Akira's holding Ryuji's hand to the way Ryuji's rocking on his heels to the way they're each dressed. Like Ann, Akira looks like he just rolled out of bed. Ryuji, on the other hand, is dressed to the nines in his usual No Mo' Rules shirt and a pair of shorts. Not unusual. But she spies the chew necklace dangling around his neck and the yellow Crocs on his feet. She softens.

"Couldn't give a girl time to get ready for our big day, huh?" She ushers them inside.

"Mm-mm. Too 'cited." Ryuji leans against Akira to slide off the Crocs. Then he dumps his backpack next to the shoes. Ann can't remember the last time she's seen him with a backpack.

"He was already halfway here when he was messaging us earlier," Akira tells her. "Guess the plan was to wait outside until you woke up."

"Was 'cited," Ryuji repeats vehemently.

"You sure are. Do I gotta be worried about these mystery plans, kiddo?" Ann puts her hands on her hips.

"Mmm, nope." Ryuji bounces on the balls of his feet. "'kira an' Mona made sure I didn't go too overboard."

That isn't reassuring in the slightest. Ann turns to Akira, who's slumped on the step and picking at the laces of his shoes with one hand while he's freeing Morgana from his bag with the other. Morgana winds himself around Ann's bare legs.

"Good morning, Lady Ann."

"Morning, Morgana." Ann leans down and scratches behind Morgana's ears in the way that he says he hates but the purrs say otherwise. "What have these troublemakers planned for me?"

"I'm sorry, but I've been sworn to secrecy." He doesn't sound very sorry at all. He just rubs his head against her hand for more scritches. Ann complies.

Akira yawns and leans against the wall. "All sorts of activities and shenanigans."

Ryuji looks up from where he's rummaging through his bag. "'kira!"

"What? I didn't tell her."

Making the most scathing noise Ann's ever heard from little Ryuji (and with strong contending with non-regressed Ryuji, to boot), he continues digging only to yank out a crumpled piece of paper. From where Ann's standing, she can see Ryuji's messy scrawl, some doodles, and what looks like streaks of crayon. At the top, in blocky letters, is SKEDUEL in English letters. Actually, now that she's paying attention, she's pretty sure the rest of the page is in English, too.

Ryuji's hatred of English is incomparable, and yet he wrote their plans in English. Something warm and fuzzy grows in Ann's chest.

Akira leans back and swipes the list from Ryuji. Ignoring the whine it elicits, he squints at it, nods, and hands it back. He points at Ann. The effect is diminished by the fact he's still sitting down. "You gotta go back to bed."

"I what?"

"'Kira!" Ryuji's full-on pouting now. "Shh!" He turns to Ann. Sullenly, he echoes, "You gotta go back to bed."

"Can I know why?"

"Mm-mm. Surprise."

He still looks upset, so Ann plays it up with a gasp. "A surprise! How'd you know I love surprises?"

It does the trick. The pout vanishes into a grin, his tongue sticking out between his teeth. "'Cause you always have."

She can't deny that, so she reaches over and ruffles his hair. "My baby knows me so well!"

Ryuji wrinkles his nose. "'m not that small today." He hesitates. "Don't gotta be small at all if ya don't want me to be. Gimme a minute an' I can be big."

"No, no no no no, don't you dare." Ann slides her hand from the top of his head to his cheek. "I want to see my li'l guy. Promise." She holds up her other hand, pinkie extended, and Ryuji relaxes. He wraps his pinkie around hers. Squeezing gently, Ann grins and taps his nose. "I'm all yours today, buddy."

"Good." He nods and looks at Morgana. "Make sure she goes back to bed?"

"Of course." Morgana starts to pad down the hall, looking back only to make sure she follows. She does. Once she's flopped back into bed, Morgana curls up on her stomach.

"You sure you can't tell me anything?" Ann wheedles. She can already hear clattering from the kitchen. Hopefully Akira's taking charge.

"Do you really want to make Ryuji upset?" Morgana counters with a yawn. "Just trust him."

"I do."

The room is quiet after that with Ann idly scratching behind Morgana's ears while listening for her boys. Every now and then she can hear a low voice (Akira) followed by a burst of laughter (Ryuji). It's enough to almost lull her back to sleep. Almost, because just as she's on the cusp of dozing again Ryuji pokes his head through the door.

"Sissy, we're coming in."

Ann waves him in, carefully shifting Morgana to the mattress so she can sit up. Ryuji pushes the door open the rest of the way to reveal Akira behind him. In his hands is a tray (Ann's pretty sure he had to dig into the depths of a cabinet to find it--she barely remembers it) laden with three precariously balanced plates and glasses of juice. Part of her wonders how much arguing was done for Akira to carry it instead of Ryuji. The other part of her is beaming.

"Did you two make breakfast?"

"Mhm!" Ryuji climbs onto the bed next to her.

"More like brunch at this point," Akira comments. He fussily arranges the tray on the bed before sitting across from them. Morgana cracks an eye open before slinking into Akira's lap, probably for mooching purposes.

"Pancakes an' 'nanas an' strawberries but only a li'l syrup 'cause 'Kira said so," Ryuji tells Ann seriously as though she can't see for herself. "An' cinnamon 'cause that's how Mama makes 'em."

"Ooo, that sounds delicious, bub! Thank you! I bet you and Akira worked really hard, huh?" Ann grins at him. His cheeks turn a little pink, but he's grinning right back, so he must not be too embarrassed.

"Yeah!" His voice drops, which is to say, barely at all. "'Kira kept eatin' the strawberries."

"Well, someone's gonna turn into a strawberry if he eats all of them, isn't he?"

"That might be fun," Akira says thoughtfully, as though he's seriously considering how he might transform into a strawberry. Knowing him, he probably is.

Ryuji isn't as amused. "You'd be too tiny to do anythin'!"

"What if I was a giant strawberry? A person-sized strawberry?"

"Um." Ryuji screws up his face in thought. It doesn't take him long to come to a conclusion. "Okay."

Akira nods sagely. "What fruit should Ann be?"

There's no hesitation this time. "A cherry."

Ann raises an eyebrow. "Why a cherry?"

She half expects some answer along the lines of what connotations cherries have, or something about the flavor, but Ryuji surprises her. "You always steal my cherries when we go get ice cream. They're your favorite."

He says it so easily, so earnestly, that Ann has to pause. She's never really considered whether or not she has a favorite fruit, but Ryuji's honest assessment makes her realize that maybe she does. "You're right!" She reaches over and boops his nose. "Now what about you?"

He shrugs. "'nana. 'S yellow."

"So are lemons."

"Too sour."

The conversation devolves after that, if only because Morgana tries swiping a piece of fruit and ends up with a banana slice on his head. Ryuji lets Akira cut up his pancakes, but refuses to let either of them feed him. Ann suspects he's trying to keep himself from slipping littler. Still, when he's finished, she takes the time to wipe away a smear of syrup from the corner of his mouth.

While Akira takes the dishes to the kitchen, Ann scoots to face Ryuji. "What's next on the agenda, kiddo?"

Ryuji yanks the crumpled SKEDUEL from his pocket and smooths it over his leg. Now that she's closer, Ann can definitely see the scrawled jumble of English. There are spots of Japanese that were hastily scribbled out. "Asakusa."

"Oh? What are we gonna do there?"

"Sissy wanted to go shopping there," Ryuji mumbles, fidgeting with the edges of the paper. "An' 'Kira thought Sky Tower would be good for lunch."

That's right, she had mentioned wanting to check out a shop that had opened recently. But… "I don't think you two would have very much fun shopping with me, bub. It's just a bunch of clothes."

Determination sets like stone across Ryuji's face. "It's fun 'cause it's with you, duh."

She doesn't quite believe him, but she appreciates the sentiment. "Well, I'm sure it'll be great."

Ryuji grins. "'m gonna see what 'Kira's doin'. You get dressed." He bounces up and out of the room before she can say otherwise.

With a sigh, she scoots herself to the edge of the bed before remembering a very important detail. "Morgana, shoo."

Once she's alone, Ann goes through the meticulous process of getting dressed. That is to say, she grabs a pair of stylishly distressed jeans and tight white top. She doesn't think she has the usual luxury of time--one rarely does with Ryuji--so instead of her usual pigtails, she pulls her hair back into a ponytail and swipes on the barest amount of makeup she can stand. It's not that she needs makeup; she just feels more confident, that's all. Still, she stares at herself judgmentally in the mirror for a long moment before grinning cheekily at her reflection. "Just right for a day with the boys," she tells herself.

The pitter patter of feet in the hallway tells her that her assumption about time was correct. As she opens the door, Ryuji is raising his hand to knock. He stares at her.

"Do I have something on my face?" Ann asks, twirling the end of her ponytail around her finger. She knows she doesn't--she'd just been looking in a mirror, after all--but she can't help but be a little nervous. Ryuji's opinion about her appearance has never mattered, and he's always been stupidly honest, so she's not sure why it matters now.

"You look really pretty," Ryuji says simply.

Ann feels her face heat up; to cover it up, she reaches forward and lightly pinches Ryuji's cheek. "Aww, what a sweetheart!"

Ryuji makes a face. "C'mon, 'Kira's waiting." As Ann follows, he adds, "He did alllll the dishes."

All of them? Ann remains silent for a moment, flustered. While there hadn't been many used for their brunchfast, and there probably hadn't been many used for cooking, Ann is acutely aware of how she'd been letting dishes accumulate all week. When they reach the entryway, where Akira is tugging on his shoes, Ann pokes him in the back of his head. "You didn't have to clean up my mess."

Akira looks up at her as if to say, well, it's not like you were doing it. But he doesn't say that. What he says is, "I like washing dishes."

Ann narrows her eyes at him before sighing. "Well, thanks." She plops down next to him and pulls a pair of sneakers towards her.

Once they're all shoed and Morgana bagged, they leave for Asakusa. Ryuji, in the middle, swings Akira and Ann's hands all the way to the train station, only letting go once they're on the train proper. He seems okay, but Ann keeps an eye on him anyway; there have been too many instances of little Ryuji bursting into tears on trains because it's too crowded or loud, and right now, it's both. Thank you, Sundays. But when she catches his eye, he just grins sunnily at her.

Even so, he presses closer to Ann once they reach Asakusa, the throng pressing doggedly towards the exit finally getting to him. He slips his hand into hers, palm pressed to sweaty palm. His other hand latches onto the back of Akira's jacket. Akira glances back, assesses the situation, and skillfully guides them through the crowd towards a less busy corner of the station for a breather. Ryuji doesn't look happy about stopping, but he leans against the wall and pops a detested chew bead into his mouth. Ann frowns.

He must be worn down. He hates those things. Squeezing his hand, she asks, "Is my li'l guy holding up okay?"

"Mhm." He doesn't say anything else, but she doesn't expect him to; she can see his jaw working as he chews.

Akira has no such reservations about speaking. "Headspace check?"

Disgruntled, Ryuji spits out the chew bead. "...littler." When Akira shares a look with Ann, correctly interpreted as should we head back?, Ryuji scowls. "No home."

It's such a stark difference from how happy he was earlier that Ann can't do much more than blink in surprise. Still… "Honey, we don't have to do anything you don't feel up to doing."

"'m fine."

Ann shoots another look at Akira. This time, it says, I'm leaving this decision to you. Akira looks just as lost as she feels--it's not often Ryuji is cranky when small--but his face clears immediately. " Okay, but if you start feeling worse or smaller, we're going home." He levels Ryuji with a stern look that leaves no room for argument. "No hiding."

Ryuji heaves a loud sigh, and the clouds disappear as soon as they've come. "Fine. Go now?" As an afterthought, he adds, "Please?"

"Good manners!" Ann praises warmly, squeezing his hand again. "Let's gooo." She isn't as adept as Akira at finding the neatest path through the people still milling about, but she does well enough, and soon they're bursting out into the busy streets of Asakusa. Now this she knows how to do. Making sure to keep a tight grip on Ryuji’s hand, she skips along down one street and the next, occasionally peeking back with a grin at her boys. Every now and then, Ryuji or Morgana points something interesting out to the others.

If all they did was walk around, Ann would have been happy. But soon enough they reach the clothing shop, all wide windows and bright clothes. "Here we are!"

No response from the boys. Glancing back, she sees Akira eying one of the floral sundresses. Ryuji, on the other hand, looks one part stricken and one part confused. Ann hadn't thought he'd enjoy this. Even out of headspace he'd always scoffed at shopping excursions. "You sure you don't want to do something else, sweetheart?"

Any misgivings wipe themselves free and make way for determination. "No." With that, he marches inside. Ann has no choice to follow, given that he hasn't let go of her hand, but she casts a helpless look back at Akira. He's no help at all, just shrugging and following them inside. Morgana gives her the kitty equivalent of a grin before ducking into his bag to nap.

They don't get very far inside before Ryuji yanks his hand free and slides his bag around so he can rummage for something. "Know I packed it so where--oh!" Triumphantly, he pulls out a laminated card and hands it to Ann.

"What's this?" Ann flips it over and reads the front. Gift Certificate for-- "Oh my God. Ryuji, honey, that's too much."

"'Kira got it," Ryuji says dismissively.

"With your money," Akira counters. He slides his hands into his pockets. "Sojiro's been letting him pick up some shifts at Leblanc. And I'm pretty sure there's a new part-timer at the beef bowl place on Central."

Ann's heart explodes in a rush of warmth. "You didn't have to do that."

Ryuji flushes, not looking at either of them and hugging his bag to his chest. "Sissy deserves nice things," he mumbles, "an' you like tryin' things on an' pickin' things for yourself, so…" His leg's bouncing in a way that tells Ann he's second-guessing himself. Well, we can't have that.

"Well, thank you, anyway." She scoops him in for a hug, giggling when he makes a surprised sound. "Wanna help me pick something out? After all, you know me the bestest!"

It works. Ryuji relaxes into the hug, and she can feel him beaming against her shoulder. "'Kay."

Grinning widely, Ann breaks the hug so he can slip his bag onto his back again. "Let's do this, then!"

In spite of the boys' hesitation, it doesn't take them long to warm up to pulling shirts and skirts and dresses off the racks for Ann to try. Unsurprisingly, Ryuji keeps handing her bright, fiery colors. Surprisingly, they're all modest. Again unsurprisingly, they are all things Ann would have chosen for herself.

She feels seen. Known.

She's in the middle of trying on a casual blouse with off-shoulder sleeves when she hears Ryuji giggling like a little madman, followed by Akira saying something that just sets Ryuji off more. Ann takes the time to study herself in the mirror before stepping out of the dressing room to see what all the fuss is about. It takes no time at all for her own laughter to bubble over.

"Ryu, what are you wearing?" she says in between bursts of giggles. Ryuji twirls--twirls--around to grin at her. On his head is a hat he'd pointed out earlier. All purple velvet and bits and bobs and more brim than hat, it is the most obnoxiously ugly old-lady hat Ann has ever seen.

He strikes a pose. "Am I pretty?"

"The absolute prettiest." An idea pops into�� her head. "Wanna learn how to catwalk?"

A quiet gasp is more than enough answer. "Jus' like you?"

"Just like me!"

"Okay!"

Fortunately, there aren't very many customers, and the even fewer employees don't cast them a second glance. Ann guides Ryuji through the steps, the poses, the works. He's not the most graceful about it, but he's happy, and that's all that matters. They even bully Akira into trying on a black skirt with red trim that he'd been eying. It somehow works with the hoodie he's wearing. When he spins, it flares out; when Ryuji "ooh"s, he blushes faintly.

"I think we know what Akira's getting," Ann whispers to Ryuji. He giggles and nods. Akira pretends to not have heard them before ducking back into the dressing room. Ann waits for him to come back out before doing the same.

One dress and one skirt purchase later, the three of them are stepping back out into the warm day. Ann swings Ryuji's hand. "What's on the schedule now?"

"Umm." Ryuji shoves a hand into his pocket and pulls out the vaguely crumpled SKEDUEL. Shaking it open, he squints at it. "Sky Tower nex', but no' that long since breakfas'..."

"Well, are you hungry?"

He shakes his head and pockets the paper again. Ann and Akira share a look. Ryuji's always hungry. Now that Ann's paying attention, it seems like Ryuji's energy is flagging like it tends to do when he's regressed. Before either of them can suggest returning home, though, he perks up and tugs on Akira's sleeve. When Akira leans closer, he whispers something in his ear. Akira nods seriously before pulling out his phone and typing something. When Ann asks what he's doing, he ignores her, but says, "Come on, new plan." Taking Ryuji's free hand, he leads them a few streets over. Not having much of a choice, Ann follows.

A crepe shop. They managed to find a crepe shop. A worthy replacement for Sky Tower, all things considered. Sky Tower isn't much of a place for itty bitties. Regardless, she protests when Akira moves to pay for her, only to back down when he levels her with a stare. Two crepes for her and Akira and a juice box for Ryuji.

They find a bench nearby to enjoy their snacks. In spite of his claim that he wasn't hungry, Ryuji doesn't complain when Akira pops a piece of crepe in his mouth. Even so, he stays quiet, watching the flow of people pass them by. Ann gets the feeling he's not really paying attention. A stifled yawn proves her earlier suspicion correct.

Ann doesn't say anything until they've finished their food and Akira's stepped away to throw away their trash. Propping her against the back of the bench, she asks gently, "Getting tired, baby?" She half-expects him to whine that he's not a baby, but it's not that surprising to get a quiet nod. "Yeah, thought so. You got up sooooo early today!"

"Was 'cited," Ryuji mumbles, echoing his first sentiment of the day. He rubs his cheek, frowning. "No home. Sche--um."

"Can I see the schedule, hon?"

Ryuji complies, sluggishly pulling out the paper and handing it over. Anm scans it quickly. "Geez, you planned a packed day."

"Sissy 'serves it. Lotsa fun." Ryuji slumps over to lean on her shoulder.

Ann wraps an arm around her shoulders to keep him steady. "Why so much?"

"It's Sissy's day," Ryuji says simply.

"Huh?"

"International Sisters Day," Akira supplies as he rejoins them. "Day to celebrate sisters."

"But I'm not..." She trails off as they both look at her, one expectantly, one with a raised eyebrow. It hits, hard, her heart combusting into a million fireworks. "I...guess I am, huh?"

"Love you, Sissy," Ryuji mumbles.

"Stooooop, you're too cute," Ann whines, planting a kiss on his temple. "But I love you, too, my sweet." She glances down at the list in her hand. If it weren't for the liberal use of crayon, she wouldn't have known what kind of headspace Ryuji had been in when he wrote it. Still… "I think some of this will have to wait another day. It's a lot, even for me. I thought you said Akira and Morgana kept you from adding too much?"

"He never said that," Morgana pipes up from over Akira's shoulder. "He said 'overboard.' You should have seen some of his original ideas."

"Okay, but this is still a lot."

Ryuji's voice is miniscule. "Didn' mean to be small today."

Well, that would explain it. Ann has no doubts a Ryuji on any other day would have breezed through this list no problem. "Well, that's okay. Now we just have a list of things to do later!" She gently shakes his shoulder. "But for now, why don't we go back to my house? I know a certain pelican and ostrich that miss you sooooo much."

"St'ech 'n' Scoop?"

He must be fading fast if his words are missing so much. "Exactly! Good job, sweet pea!" Her voice drops conspiratorially. "And I have lots of cookies."

The cookie bribe probably hadn't been needed, but the way a sunshine smile stretches across Ryuji's face couldn't be traded for the world. Akira's exasperation is just an added bonus.

As they return to the station, a link of brother and baby brother and sister, Ann looks at the SKEDUEL again. At the very bottom is a stick figure family, complete with cat. It's them, because of course it is. Ann had never particularly thought about siblings, or what it would mean to have them, but right now, she's thankful to have found the best brothers a girl could ask for.

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***Best of the 1st Half of 2021: SONG EDITION***

Six months into 2021 and since 2020 wrapped up...some things in the world have changed, while other things remain the same (for better or worse). Folks, it’s time to talk about rap music in 2021...

One trend definitely has continued well into 2021: the underground rap world - I’m talking the artists, the aesthetic, the sound, the full projects, every box you can think of - continues to kick the mainstream rap world’s ass. There are already signs of the two imaginary separate worlds intermingling more and more, and we will have to deal with the pros and cons of that down the line...but one thing is for sure: rap music runs deeper, and more sonically diverse than ever before, and as long as there is an internet to enlist the ears and talents of artists from all over the world, the art form will continue to divide, change shape, borrow from the old and add some new, again and again. And we will all be better for it.

So let’s dive right in. As usual there are about 1,000 more songs that I would love to cram into this list, but there are only so many spots...and I’m married with a toddler, so even though I am listening to rap music for a concerningly large portion of my day, it takes a lot of extra coffee and less sleep to keep these posts going (but it’s still worth it, I love connecting with folks over the same under-discussed but ridiculously dope songs and artists).

There are many lists but none quite like this one, here is THE RAP PUNDIT’S LIST OF THE BEST RAP SONGS FROM THE FIRST HALF OF 2021....hope you find some joints you never heard before and really enjoy. And to all of the MCs, Producers, mixers, singers, curators, readers, writers, critics - anyone that contributes something to this music I love....thank you, as always. 🙏

[Bonus joint] 55. “GANG GANG” - Polo G feat. Lil Wayne

https://soundcloud.com/polo-g/polo-g-lil-wayne-gang-gang?in=polo-g/sets/hall-of-fame-675200176

[Bonus joint] 54. “Furious Styles” - Illa Styles feat. Nickelus F https://illastyles.bandcamp.com/track/furious-styles-ft-nickelus-f

[Bonus joint] 53. “Box of Churches” - Pooh Sheisty feat. 21 Savage

https://soundcloud.com/ceo-mrpooh/box-of-churches-feat-21-savage

[Bonus joint] 52. “Beating Down Yo Block” - Monaleo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnMPEfV0bSA

[Bonus joint] 51. “BUZZERBEATER” - Rahiem Supreme feat. Al.Divino & Estee Nack

https://franksvinylrecords.bandcamp.com/track/buzzerbeater-feat-al-divino-estee-nack

50. "A Man Apart” - Rx Papi

https://soundcloud.com/rxpapi/a-man-apart-prod-by-noisy?in=rxpapi/sets/100-miles-walkin

(Face it: you’re either feelin’ the Rx flow or you’re not. The endlessly quotable MC is not always taken seriously, but similar to how the saddest clowns are most adept at masking their pain behind a smile, Papi needs to be taken seriously as a talented rap artist.)

49. “Moving On Up” - Evidence feat. Conway The Machine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5F35OOXvQ4c

(Evidence, Babu, Daringer and Conway all joining forces on a record feels like a timeline altering reach between two completely different generations of elite underground hip-hop artists, but in the case of “Moving On Up”, it’s not just a “hey wouldn’t it be dope if” fantasy, it’s a sweet reality. Ev has connected with the Griselda camp before and of course the results are dope. Add this one to the list, one of the many fine moments off of Unlearning Vol. 1.)

48. “Gordon Ramsay Freestyle” - Remble

https://soundcloud.com/remble2/gordon-ramsay-freestyle-prod-by-laudiano

(An attention grabbing MC if ever I heard one, Remble clearly hails from the same camp as Drakeo The Ruler - Stinc Team - but with that flow and sense of humor, he may develop a lot more than just a strong following out on the West Coast. Look out for Remble, he is knocking on the door of blowing, he’s just one key feature away...)

47. “The Shifts” - maassai feat. AKAI SOLO

https://maassai.bandcamp.com/track/the-shifts-feat-akai-solo

(If you haven’t checked out one of 2021′s most quietly impressive albums, I cannot recommend With The Shifts enough.)

46. “BOXINABACK” - Bris feat. Alphie Blood

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n3ai7WYivGo

(The career of Sacramento’s Bris was really beginning to pick up momentum in 2020...sadly, he was killed the same year. I cannot pretend to be an expert in the Sscramento rap scene, I just know that it’s been bubbling for a while, and this song really captured my attention as soon as I heard it. RIP, Bris.)

45. “Last Day Out” - Rio Da Yung OG

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sB51CUUod1w

(Right before Rio Da Yung OG entered the penitentiary, he dropped “Last Day Out”, a song that perfectly captures what the rap game will be missing while he’s gone - and more brutal honesty than we are accustomed to hearing from Flint, Michigan’s punchline killer.)

44. “Thousand Miles” - MAVI

https://mavi.bandcamp.com/track/thousand-miles

(The whole EP is impressive, but I think this joint most actually captures MAVI’s rhyme skills, flow and song writing ability. With young talent like this bubbling up from the underground scene, the future of rap music is as strong as ever.)

43. “Appletree” - Valee & KiltKarter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qPO2AXgZMSc

(Not necessarily a vibe that everyone will be into...but one that if you are into it, you will reap the rewards in abundance. It’s so enjoyable to hear Valee applying his unpredictable cadence to new music once again, made that much more enjoyable by the fact that he has already dropped THREE mixtapes in 2021 and it’s only July!)

42. “Next Chamber” - Peter Rosenberg feat. Method Man, Raekwon & Willie The Kid

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1amHQefki98

(Admit it: this is the type of production we have all been wanting on Wu-Tang albums for years. We won’t get it, but this is closer to the sound that they represented....and of course let’s not forget about the always welcome WTK feature, who does more than hold his own over the NY legends.)

41. “St. James Liquor” - Skyzoo feat. Aaria

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWC_tFzqUz8

(Pen game’s don’t come much finer than Skyzoo’s. The Brooklyn MC put a lot of work into All The Brilliant Things, and the final result was a collection of thoughtful rap songs like this one: descriptive, autobiographical rhymes over beautiful instrumentation that conjures memories of classic Roots records, and the headspace that only the greatest early 90′s East Coast lyricism could provide. Great song, great album.)

40. “10″ - Drakeo the Ruler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIRJoQFyS6c

(One of the best stories in 2020 rap music was when Drakeo hit the street once again, after a painfully long stretch of time in prison. He really hit the ground running in 2021, dropping one quality track after another...but then again, he never really stopped making dope rap in the first place, be it in the studio or over prison phone.)

39. “MASSA” - Tyler, The Creator feat. DJ Drama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vGz0bFutZs

(When folks were saying that Tyler was RAPPING rapping on his new album, this is what they were talking about. Not since Kanye West has a polarizing rapper-producer excelled so well at spilling his guts all over a track, and moments like this "MASSA” make Call Me If You Get Lost the standout project that it is.)

38. "DARTGUNZ” - Chuck Strangers

https://soundcloud.com/chuckstrangers/dartgunz-produced-by-samiyam

(Chuck Strangers remains low-key one of the best MC / Producers in the game, but Chuck is merely flexing his bar-work on this Samiyam produced gem.)

37. “Messy” - Nappy Nina & JWords

https://nappynina.bandcamp.com/track/messy

(Big shout-out to Pitchfork for putting me on to Nappy Nina within their rap song of the day section, The Ones. I love her music, and when paired with the incredibly gifted producer JWords - who I was only somewhat familar with thanks to previous terrific collaborations with MIKE and maassai - the result is a dope ass album like Double Down.)

36. “Nobles” - The Alchemist feat. Earl Sweatshirt & Navy Blue

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQoKO_v93g0

(The instrumental sounds as a triumphant as you could expect music from this trio to sound. My only complaint about This Things Of Ours was that it wasn’t 10-50 songs longer.)

35. “Nothing Like The Sun” - Tree feat. Roc Marciano

https://mctreeg.bandcamp.com/track/nothing-like-the-sun-feat-roc-marciano

(Okay so for the past few years, I had been pressing Tree, Closed Sessions, and just about anyone that would listen that a less than a minute clip from an old Tree promo featured an unreleased Tree & Roc Marciano joint. So finding out that this joint would *finally* being released on Tree’s Soul Trap album, it felt like Christmas morning. Now the world finally gets to hear two of the finest rap artists from the past decade plus!)

34. “nine lives” - maassai

https://maassai.bandcamp.com/track/nine-lives

(A great example of a song that seems to get better and better as it goes on, maassai & that horn sample are undeniably good on here.)

33. “Lemon Pepper Freestyle” - Drake feat. Rick Ross

https://soundcloud.com/octobersveryown/drake-lemon-pepper-freestyle?in=octobersveryown/sets/scary-hours-2-1

(This one really radiates, “YES, you have heard this before”...but when it works so well, that’s not such a bad thing. Drake came ready to rap, and it will propel this joint to the top of many lists you will find on those other web sites.)

32. “triboro.” - Remy Banks feat. Mr. Muthafuckin’ eXquire, Wiki & A-Trak

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwSJ-DtZRBk

(I dig this in a big way. A few of NYC’s finest, flexing over what feels like blasting Kraftwerk out of a boombox on the L Train? I’m so on board.)

31. “Safe To Say” - Good Gas, Fki 1st & Band Gang Lonnie Bands feat. Band Gang Biggs & Glockboyz Teejaee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aykhcv625u0

(Of all my favorite projects that dropped in 2021 thus far, I don’t know if any have been as inexplicably under-discussed as the Good Gas, Fki 1st & Band Gang Lonnie Bands banger, Street Dream Team. I stumbled upon the project completely by accident one week while thumbing through all of the new joints that dropped from Detroit MCs one week, and I have kept it in heavy rotation ever sense. While not necessarily a spot-on snapshot of Band Gang Lonnie Bands’ typical sound, for a Michigan outsider like me, it makes for a great entry level intro to one of my favorite rappers out of the Motor City right now.)

30. "Early Exit” - Lloyd Banks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BUofKVrb-A

(Yeah the Roc Marciano verse sounds like it was recorded over an old radio on cassette tape, but as someone from the real mixtape era, I’m not going to let shaky sound quality distract from the fact that every other part of the song is fantastic. The bars are there of course, but the beat and hook are all spot-on, and sound quality be damed it’s just great to hear Banks & Roc together.)

29. "Yonkers” - Wiki & NAH

https://wiksetnyc.bandcamp.com/track/yonkers

(Rife with experimentation and half-freestyles, and sonically living somewhere between Company Flow and Ratking, the subterranean metro sounds of Wiki and NAH’s Telephonebooth might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but if you have been checking for Wiki’s music prior to this point, chances are you are going to be feeling this collaboration with NAH, a producer that I was previously not familiar with, but became a huge fan over night thanks to cuts like “Yonkers”.)

28. “John Wick” - AKAI SOLO & Navy Blue

(Whether you still believe “lo-fi” rap is a legitimate sub-genre or not, there’s no denying the abilities of these two gifted writers/artists. The wind is blowing in this direction my friends, I just hope you get on board soon and stop neglecting all of the great rap music rising from this corner of the underground.)

https://akaisolo.bandcamp.com/track/john-wick-prod-navy-blue

27. “Let It Roll Interlude” by IAMNOBODI feat. Phonte & BeMyFiasco

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVA1hXEnwnE

(Hard to believe that arguably the strongest rap verse of 2021 would be so under the radar, but here we are...)

26. "Taylor Made Suit” - Evidence

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qLIuc3z7KQ

(Perhaps the thing I love most about this new Ev - both the song itself, as well as the entire album - is how incredibly effective he sounds over minimalist production throughout. “Funeral suit, same as my wedding suit”...shout-out to the legendary MC and producer, both for everything that has has endured in his personal life and his ability to turn his pain into art.)

25. “GOOFIEZ” - Mother Nature and Boathouse feat. Valee

https://mothernaturebarz.bandcamp.com/track/goofiez-featuring-valee

(When Chicago talent gets busy on a record, not many can hang with them. Be on the lookout for more and more big things from the likes of Mother Nature, Valee, and Boathouse.)

24. “Peach Cobbler” - Navy Blue

https://navybluethetruest.com/

(I’m not sure if there is a “chosen one” right now, someone destined to reach such levels of success and/or respect that Drake & Kendrick-esque waves are felt over a generation...but if there is, the mega-talented producer/MC/skater/whatever he wants to be Navy Blue might fit the bill.)

23. “Rose Gold” - 42 Dugg feat. EST Gee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhmKfKZr-PQ

(There are more than a few songs off of 42 Dugg’s Free Dem Boyz that belong in my Top 50, but “Rose Gold” gets the nod off the strength of the menacing beat paired with 42 and one of the most scorching hot rappers walking the earth right now, EST Gee)

22. "MANIFESTO” - Tyler, The Creator feat. Domo Genesis & DJ Drama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnDXCoHRl4o

(The Selena Gomez/Justin Bieber bar will garner most of the hype around this joint, but don’t let it distract from the fact that this song is one of the best collaborations between former Odd Future members since the collective’s creative peak.)

21. “What’s Next” - Drake

https://soundcloud.com/octobersveryown/drake-whats-next?in=octobersveryown/sets/scary-hours-2-1

(Pay attention to this Drake guy, I think he has a shot of making it. He makes it seem so easy, yet he has no peers at his level right now. There’s the growing underground elite...then there’s Drake, and little competition to duke it out with him when it comes to smash rap hits....assuming that is still supposed to be a thing?)

20. “MOMENTZ” - Mother Nature and Boathouse

https://mothernaturebarz.bandcamp.com/track/momentz-2

(You would be hard pressed to find a more enjoyable, high quality tape than SZNZ. The Chicago MCs rock a beat that sounds like a Camp Lo leftover - and I mean that in the best way possible - and show a natural penchant for earwormy choruses that should serve them very well in this biz.)

19. “Grace Jones” - maassai

https://maassai.bandcamp.com/track/grace-jones

(Somewhere between spoken word and where Lyricist Lounge-era Rawkus resides, you can find the warrior poet that is maassai: quite simply one of the most impressive MCs in rap right now.)

18. “How It Feels” - Lil Baby & Lil Durk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAsRTTO8L2k

(I know how it feels to care relatively little about a collaboration project between two of the game’s more revered Lil’s, then be blown away by both of them rapping their asses off for like 20 songs.)

17. “Falling Out the Sky” - Armand Hammer & The Alchemist feat. Earl Sweatshirt

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctmTme9cG74

(There’s wavy, and then there’s wavy in the hands of The Alchemist, Earl Sweatshirt and Armand Hammer. One of Haram’s many standouts, this one is probably not what fans expected when they first saw the album’s tracklist, but it might actually be more special than we expected.)

16. “Capitol 1″ - EST Gee

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ng7Sg1_RTM

(Mark my words: by the time we reach the end of 2021, EST Gee will be in the top 10 of every reputable rap site’s best MC list. At least I know that he will most likely be on mine.)

15. “LUMBERJACK” - Tyler, the Creator feat. DJ Drama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WOjaYotX1c

(Who knew we needed Tyler to join forces with DJ Drama to rap over a Gravediggaz joint? Never one to do what everyone expects, when this cut dropped about a week before his new album was released, it was clear that he was ready to pick up where he left off with his impressive bar-work on a flurry of features in 2020. Now that I think about it, after “Something To Talk About” and “327″ maybe we shouldn’t be surprised that Tyler dropped one of the hardest joints of the year.)

14. “The Stellar Ray Theory” - Mach-Hommy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3GWJrL2ht0

(The single that Mach & Griselda stans were terrified to hear, at the risk of revealing their no-longer-a-secret project to be a painful example of how far the parties had drifted since their over-publicized fallout, only to find the opposite: Mach & Gunn didn’t just find their chemistry once again, they improved upon it.)

13. “Sandra” - MIKE

https://mikelikesrap.bandcamp.com/track/sandra

(With his new Disco! album, MIKE managed to step outside of his typical lane of delivery, showing how nimble he truly is as a MC, and even takes his skills to another level as a producer, delivering what might be the most enjoyable album of his career thus far.)

12. "No Time” - Your Old Droog feat. Wiki

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y8Ozq9tMLE

(The new YOD album sounds so painstakingly written and executed, you would never believe it just casually dropped out of the blue one evening. Few are better at crafting themes without compromising the joy of listening to the music, Droog delivered once again.)

11. "What The Money Taught Us” - Skyzoo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JV2QEbxMYgU

(This new Skyzoo album has so much beauty to unpack, please dig in if you have been keeping it on the back-burner for some reason.)

And now the Top 10...

10. “Folie Á Deux” - Mach-Hommy feat. Westside Gunn & Keisha Plum

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LF1-VvJsbqI

(Conductor Williams does it again, putting his own unique touch to one of Pray For Haiti’s standout cuts. The song is almost beautiful sound if it wasn’t for Westside Gunn, Mach and Keisha Plum pumping their own unique rawness into the beat. This one represents everything going right with Griselda right now.)

9. “Hallways” - Peter Rosenberg feat. Roc Marciano & Flee Lord

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TrDrvozDzo4

(Superior to anything on last year’s Mt. Marci, Disco Vietnam really blessed Flee Lord and Roc Marciano with the type of late night loungin’ in New York banger that Roc knows how to knock out the park better than anyone. “Hallways” screams late night underground radio in a way that feels both nostalgic and fresher than just about anything out right now.)

8. "Seeing Green” - Nicki Minaj feat. Lil Wayne & Drake

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diUcHDlCqMo

(Many have tried to recapture the skill, swagger, and star power of The Roc in the early 00′s, but most have not been able to come close. Leave it to the diamonds in Young Money’s crown to come through and capture the pomp and circumstance so successfully, it’s amazing that Just Blaze wasn’t somehow involved. If you aren’t feelin’ at least one of these verses, time to join a hater support group.)

7. “Prayers Over Packages” - DJ Muggs & Rome Streetz & DJ Muggs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2r2AYxN20ZI

(Most underground artists must be so excited to have the legendary DJ Muggs lace them with a full project, and I’m sure Rome Streetz was honored. But while Muggs delivered another strong performance on Death & The Magician, it’s Rome that elevates the material to truly masterful levels.)

6. “Wants and Needs” - Drake feat. Lil Baby

https://soundcloud.com/octobersveryown/drake-wants-and-needs-feat-lil?in=octobersveryown/sets/scary-hours-2-1

(Yes Drake still has the touch, one of rap music’s few legitimate hitmakers left....but hot damn, it’s Lil Baby coming through to turn the joint to ashes that carries “Wants and Needs” to song of the year caliber levels.)

5. “S.R.D.” - Peter Rosenberg feat. Styles P, Ransom & Smok DZA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tzSrIZ8tso

(Don’t overthink it: the watery boom-bap backdrop provided by Buck Dudley is exquisite, and all three MCs go in. I think it’s time to admit that if it wasn’t for the like him or passionately hate him aura around Peter Rosenberg, a lot more folks would. be praising this compilation as one of the finest since peak DJ street tape era.)

4. “Black Sunlight” - Armand Hammer & The Alchemist feat. KAYANA

https://armandhammer.bandcamp.com/track/black-sunlight-featuring-kayana

(What more can I say about this union by now? Al dipping into his breezy bag to bless the lyrical onslaught of billy woods and ELUCID was not something that I thought I needed, but after hearing them cook together I don’t know if I ever want Armand Hammer to go back to the bleak soundscapes they’re often know for. The contract in style was so effective throughout Haram, bringing out the best from all parties, in my not-so-humble opinion...hopefully even more to come from this alliance.)

3. “TV Dinners” - The Alchemist feat. Sideshow & Boldy James

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuUGrlVivic

(A slick, seemingly harmless little head nodder from The Alchemist, Boldy and the rapidly ascending main-stage level Sideshow. I felt this one right from the jump the day Al’s This Thing of Ours EP dropped, and it’s remained high on my list of 2021 favorites ever since. Give me a bunch of chill MCs doing deceptively slick pen-work over a jazzy but simple loop, and I’m set.)

2. “The 26th Letter” - Mach-Hommy feat. Westside Gunn

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7jcjW8h230

(Forget the albums that go for thousand of dollars. Forget the mysterious aura around him, forget the Twitter stan-dom and those that loathe them, and forget the flames of Griselda gossip that are fanned by both fans and doubters....and just imagine you never heard this MC rap before and you have just pressed play on “The 26th Letter”. )

1. “Kill All Rats” - Conway & Big Ghost LTD. feat. Ransom & Rome Streetz

https://bigghostlimited.bandcamp.com/track/kill-all-rats-ft-ransom-rome-streetz

(Whenever attempting to wrangle my favorite songs into one tidy list, there is one ex-factor that can elevate a collection of bars to an elite song: execution. You already know that when punchlines kings the caliber of Ransom, Rome Streetz, and Conway The Machine get on a record together, it’s bound to be a bar-fest....but to the extent of “Kill All Rats”??? Not expected. The name of the song itself invites a certain degree of redundancy, but when three great MCs jump on a track and write verses near the top of their skill level - and when a producer like Big Ghost sounds equally incensed with the instrumental that he brought to the table - even a straight-forward posse cut can end up being the best rap song of the year thus far.)

*COMING SOON: BEST RAP ALBUMS, AND RAP VERSES OF THE FIRST HALF OF 2021...stay tuned.* 👀

See also:

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/649527317251670016/best-of-the-1st-quarter

https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/638904640503726080/the-best-rap-songs-of-2020-great-songs-that

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Super Smash Bros critical hit quotes

To contribute to the recent efforts to turn Smash Bros into Fire Emblem with Nintendo All Stars, I thought it would be cool/funny to add critical hit quotes to Smash Bros characters. Maybe they could say these whenever they used their final smashes (some of them already do lmao). Or, if we ever do get a tactics RPG with Nintendo characters which would be THE DREAM, Nintendo could use these. Some of these were really easy, others were really hard. I bet you can guess which ones.

Also, for characters who communicate with singular noises/grunts, I’ve added a translation of what they’re actually saying.

Mario:

“Lets-a go!”

“Mario time!”

“Mama Mia!”

“Wahoo!”

Donkey Kong:

“Banana slamma!”

“DK! Donkey Kong!”

“You’re an absolute zero!”

“Here I come!”

Link:

“My courage will prevail!”

“This is just between you and me.”

“…Now!”

“I’m dangerous, you know.”

Samus:

“For true peace!”

“You’ve done well.”

“Time to pay up!”

“Mission complete.”

Dark Samus:

“I will corrupt you.”

“The thrill of battle.”

“Touch me. I dare you.”

“Dead on arrival!”

Yoshi:

“Yoshi!” (Peace!)

“Hm hm, hup!” (I’m finished with you!)

“Yoshi yo?” (Fried or scrambled?)

“Yo yo yo!” (Don’t be such a baby!)

Kirby:

“Haiii!” (Hello!)

“Poyo poyo!” (Thanks for playing with me!)

“Uwaaah!” (Hey, that hurt!)

“Hiyaaa!”

Fox:

“Here I come!”

“Better luck next time.”

“It’s go time!”

“Mission complete.”

Pikachu:

“Pika pika!” (Bye bye!)

“Piii, pikachu?” (Oh, you want some more?)

“Chu, pika pi!” (I’m electrifying!)

“Pika pi pi!” (Sparks are flying!)

Luigi:

“Let’s-a go…”

“Go, green!”

“Bang, bang!”

“ACHOOO!”

Captain Falcon:

“Come on!”

“Show me your moves!”

“I’m number one!”

“Guess I’ll have to show off!”

Ness:

“Say fuzzy pickles!”

“Batter up!”

“You stink!”

“Does it hurt yet?”

Jigglypuff:

“Puff puff…” (I’m getting sleepy…)

“Jigglypuff jiggly jiggly!” (Time for a power ballad!)

“Jiggly, jigglypuff puff?” (Would you like an encore?)

“Jigglypuff puff jiggly!” (Sing with me now!)

Peach:

“Sweet!”

“This is fun!”

“Don’t hit me!”

“Want some cake?”

Daisy:

“Sweet!”

“I got it!”

“I’m the best!”

“Hi, I’m Daisy!”

Bowser:

“Bowser time!”

“I’m oughta rip your stuffing out!”

“Even scarier up close, huh?”

“Bwahahaha!”

Ice Climbers:

“Knock ‘em out!”

“Double trouble!”

“You’re wobbling!”

“Catch and release!”

Sheik:

“Time is cruel.”

“For my people!”

“Silence.”

“We will meet again.”

Zelda:

“Victory is a step away!”

“For my people!”

“I will not yield!”

“It would be wise to stand down.”

Dr. Mario:

“You are terminally ill.”

“The doctor will see you now.”

“I diagnose you with defeat!”

“Clear!”

Pichu:

“Pichu pi pi…” (This is exhausting…)

“Pichu pichu!” (My time to shine!)

“Chu, pichu pi!” (I’m electrifying!)

“Pi pichu chu!” (You’re such a baby!)

Falco:

“Had enough yet?”

“Gotta jet!”

“Quit moving around!”

“I’ll take you down with one shot!”

Marth:

“Eyes on me!”

“This is it!”

“Forgive me!”

“Shine, Falchion!”

Lucina:

“Time to change fate!”

“You will not stop me!”

“Hope will never die!”

“Our bonds give me strength!”

Young Link:

“My courage will prevail!”

“No hard feelings.”

“I’ll show you a terrible fate!”

“Hey, you! Listen up!”

Ganondorf:

“Pathetic little fool!”

“Your place is beneath me!”

“I am your demise!”

“Behold my power!”

Mewtwo:

“Do not defy me.”

“Pathetic.”

“You’re a fool.”

“Your thoughts betray you.”

Roy:

“I won’t lose!”

“By my blade!”

“For those I must protect!”

“My flame burns bright!”

Chrom:

“Anything can change!”

“Now I’m mad!”

“I will not fail!”

“Our bonds give me strength!”

Mr. Game & Watch:

“RING!” (NINE!)

“Beep beep bop beep.” (I am beyond your comprehension)

“Breep BOP!” (Now DIE!)

“Boop boop beep bop.” (The time has come!)

Meta Knight:

“Know my power!”

“Behold!”

“Come meet your doom!”

“You will not escape!”

Pit:

“You’re finished!”

“Bye now!”

“It’s game over for you!”

“Say your prayers!”

Dark Pit:

“Goodbye!”

“It’s time!”

“Game over.”

“Nothing personal.”

Zero Suit Samus:

“Be still.”

“You’re mine.”

“I object!”

“Stunning, isn’t it?”

Wario:

“I’m-a gonna win!”

“Stinker!”

“You smell that?”

“WAHAHAHA!”

Snake:

“It’s showtime.”

“War has changed.”

“I won’t shed tears for you.”

“Be quiet.”

Ike:

“Prepare yourself.”

“No holding back!”

“Amateur.”

“Out of my way!”

Pokémon Trainer:

“It’s super effective!”

“A critical hit!”

“Go get ‘em!”

“We’re a top percentage team!”

Diddy Kong:

“You’re outta here!”

“I’m one tough Kong!”

“Here’s my chance!”

“Hoo hah!”

Lucas:

“Don’t back down now…”

“I’m sorry!”

“You must be tired.”

“I can endure this!”

Sonic:

“Now I’ll show you!”

“I’ll always keep on running!”

“Do you know who I am?”

“You’re too slow!”

King Dedede:

“You ready to get clobbered?”

“I’ll kick you to the curb!”

“Bow before my majesty!”

“I am D-D-Devious!”

Olimar:

“You were a fine research specimen.”

“Courage, Olimar!”

“I must survive!”

“Carry, fight, multiply!”

Lucario:

“The aura is with me!”

“I can smell your fear!”

“You can’t hide from me!”

“That was your last mistake.”

R.O.B.:

“Now terminating.”

“Initiating critical attack.”

“ERROR: Life not found.”

“I am Robotic Obliterating Buddy.”

Toon Link:

“My courage will prevail!”

“You want a piece of me?”

“Let’s get dangerous!”

“Do you hear the wind blowing?”

Wolf:

“What’s the matter, scared?”

“Playtime’s over.”

“You’re good, but I’m better.”

“Can’t let you do that!”

Villager:

“Now, scram!”

“Time to get buried!”

“This is gonna hurt!”

“Who’s the mighty one now?”

Mega Man:

“Leave it to me!”

“I’ll make you pay!”

“This is for the greater good!”

“You must be stopped!”

Wii Fit Trainer:

“Feel the burn!”

“Let’s get fired up!”

“You’re off balance!”

“No pain, no gain!”

Rosalina:

“I’ll put you to sleep.”

“Children, avert your eyes!”

“Let us begin!”

“Away with you!”

Little Mac:

“Don’t underestimate me!”

“I’m gonna punch you out!”

“This one’s for the Bronx!”

“Dance like a fly, bite like a mosquito!”

Greninja:

“Gre nin.” (Silent takedown.)

“Ja, Greninja!” (Now, you must die!)

“Gre, ninja gre…” (Just as the flow of the ocean…)

“Gre JAJAJAJA!” (Hiyayayaya!)

Palutena:

“You shall be purified.”

“Time for some divine intervention!”

“I won’t hold back!”

“Say your prayers!”

Pac-Man:

“Get ready!”

“Let’s put a smile on that face!”

“Do you have a fevor?”

“Wakka wakka wakka wakka.”

Robin:

“Time to tip the scales!”

“Checkmate!”

“I have a plan!”

“Our bonds give me strength!”

Shulk:

“This is the Monado’s power!”

“I can change the future!”

“Looks like I don’t have a choice!”

“I’m really feeling it!”

Bowser Jr.:

“I won’t quit!”

“Are you watching, Dad?”

“You need some roughing up!”

“Hope you’re ready!”

Duck Hunt:

“Heheheheh~”

“Grrr…”

“AWOOOO!”

“Ruff, ruff!” (I’ll bite your ankles off!)

Ryu:

“I will finish this.”

“Now’s my chance!”

“Gotcha!”

“I’m not finished yet!”

Ken:

“You’re going down!”

“Get serious!”

“Gotcha!”

“Open your eyes!”

Cloud:

“No hard feelings.”

“Your luck’s run out.”

“I’m breaking my limits!”

“Not interested.”

Corrin:

“This ends here!”

“I make my own fate!”

“I won’t surrender!”

“Open the way, please!”

Bayonetta:

“Let’s dance, boys!”

“New ‘do, dead you!”

“You’ve been naughty!”

“Flock off!”

Inkling:

“Woomy!” (Booyah!)

“Ngyes!” (Aww yeah!)

“Wo squalimey!” (Come on, this way!)

“Say fwess!” (Stay fresh!)

Ridley:

“You’re about to die!”

“I make a big impression!”

“Start screaming.”

“You’ll make for a good snack.”

Simon:

“My path is clear!”

“On my honor as a Belmont!”

“I vanquish the darkness!”

“I offer only defeat.”

Richter:

“You don’t belong in this world!”

“Begone, monster!”

“I vanquish the darkness!”

“Farewell.”

King K. Rool:

“I’ve had enough of this!”

“Nothing can stop me!”

“You’re all doomed!”

“Any last requests?”

Isabelle:

“My apologies!”

“Now you’ve done it!”

“I’m gonna go Isaballistic on you!”

“Will that be all?”

Incineroar:

“Grahaha!”

“Cineroar!” (I’m gonna put on a show!)

“Incin!” (Oh, yeah!)

“Incineroar, cin?” (You want an autograph?)

Piranha Plant:

“Plant gang!”

“You see these pearly whites?”

“For Lord Bowser!”

“I’m about to head out.”

Joker:

“The show’s over.”

“You never saw it coming!”

“I’m going to ravage you!”

“Time to steal your heart!”

Hero:

“But I must!”

“Have you wet your knickers?”

“My turn!”

“Time to get critical!”

“HOES MAD”

Banjo and Kazooie:

Banjo: “I’m sorry!”

Banjo: “Out of the way, please!”

Kazooie: “You can shove it!”

Kazooie: “Get bent, nerd!”

Both: “We’re raring to go!”

Terry:

“Are you okay?”

“Hey, c’mon!”

“Bingo!”

“Take it easy!”

Byleth:

“Here is something to believe in!”

“Allow me to demonstrate!”

“Let this be a lesson!”

“No hesitation!”

Bonus:

Sans:

“You’re gonna have a bad time.”

“Get dunked on!”

“This’ll hurt a skele-ton!”

“Sorry about this, pal…”

Cuphead:

“You’re up!”

“Don’t mess with me!”

“Ready for a walloping?”

“Oh, it’s on!”

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blueboxshenanigans11 · 7 years

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Calming the Storm

Nine x Reader

Request: @spacedreamfighter asked: Thanks for answering, would you every do angry Doctor. AKA The Oncoming Storm?

Hello again! Here is some angry Doctor! I wrote this with Nine in mind since he was the first one to say he was the Oncoming Storm, however I think you could see any of the regenerations of the Doctor’s in this one. I hope you enjoy, and I hope to see you drop in my ask box again in the future! Thank you for your patience and support!! xoxo

Title: Calming the Storm

Word Count: 2,562

You knew you were on the planet Skaro. You knew that you and the Doctor had been separated. You didn’t remember being knocked out, and you didn’t recognize the room you had been put in once you had woken up. You had lost track of time not being able to even have a glimpse of the outside world. Had it been three days? Four? Five? You were tired. All you wanted to do was to lay down, but your restraints kept you in place against the wall. The best you could do was sit, but even that was painful with your arms chained above you. You struggled against the chains, helplessly hoping that you may just be able to wiggle your wrists out. You knew it was silly to think that, but you still hoped there was a slight chance, and you weren’t going to quit. You were worried. You worried that the Doctor was in another room somewhere also chained up, maybe being tortured…you didn’t want to think about that, and you really didn’t want to think that there was a possibility of him being dead…No. No he was still alive. He had to be. He was the Doctor.

You knew he would be coming for you if he wasn’t already captured, but you knew that there would be a trap set for him if he did come back. You couldn’t bear to see him get caught because he was trying to save you. As your thoughts continued to run on loop of what could happen, you found yourself pulling and twisting harder against your restraints. When another wave of fatigue hit you, you slumped to the floor, suffering through your arm pain to let your body rest even for just a minute. “Doctor…Doctor please be all right.” You whispered to yourself, shutting your eyes to press the tears that had been threatening to fall for a while. As hopeless as it might be, you couldn’t help but feel the Doctor could sense your plea, and hoped that he would be listening to it.

The Daleks had gone too far this time. They had taken you. They had taken his companion. The Doctor felt his hearts feel hollow as he thought of what the Daleks might be doing to do, or what they planned to do. He knew they would try to trap him if he came to save you, but he didn’t care. You meant more than all the stars in the millions of universes in the time space continuum to him, and he wasn’t going to lose the one person that meant more than life itself. He was going to get you back, even if it meant destroying Skaro itself.

As he paced throughout the Tardis, trying to figure out where you were and how he could get you back safely, an incoming transmission came pinging onto one of the pulldown screens by the giant console. Without question, the Doctor knew who this incoming message was from. He snagged the overhanging screen and yanked it down in front of him to see listen to what the Daleks had decided to say. “Doctor! We have your companion! If you wish to see her not harmed, you will surrender to the Daleks! You have twenty-four hours to surrender! Surrender or you will be exterminated! She will be exterminated!” As the Doctor heard the all too familiar gritty mechanical voice ring through his ears, he felt his blood toil from fire hot and ice cold. He had been threatened more times than he could count throughout his hundred’s years of life, but when someone threatened you, it flipped a switch in the Doctor that made him feel erratic, but unstoppable.

He quickly pulled levers, and pressed buttons along the circular control system of the Tardis, until one of the many building of the Dalek stronghold appeared on the screen in front of him. The Tardis had such a strong connection with you as well, and was able to find you swiftly feeling the new danger the Daleks had sent only moments before. The Doctor felt like he could kiss his beloved spaceship for discovering your location, it was the first glimmer of hope he felt since you had been taken from him. “I’ll be there soon Y/N. Hold on just a little bit longer…” The Doctor uttered before grabbing his leather jacket, and rushing out the Tardis doors. He was out in Skaro, completely vulnerable to an attack but he didn’t care. He began to run towards an odd shaped building that was tucked within the large city scape that would be beautiful if death loving alien machines hadn’t inhabited it. You were being held in there. The seventh floor. He may not have fancy weapons or large guns, but he not only had his sonic screwdriver, but his hatred for the Daleks that fueled him. Hatred and love blinded him, and at this point, he didn’t care what or who may lay destructed within his path.

“Where is the Doctor!? Speak! Speak!” A large black Dalek screeched at you. You were looking at the ground, wishing more than anything that you could cover your ears to protect them from the awful voices of the Daleks. You were breathing slower than usual being deprived from as much as you had been, it took everything in you to utter any words. “Fuck…you…” You managed. And the Dalek spun and yelled in anger. You were shot with a non-deathly shot of electric energy from another, deep red Dalek also standing in the room they held you in. “Answer us! Answer us!” “I don’t know…Even if I did…I wouldn’t tell…any of you.” You panted, trying to keep yourself in consciousness. “You lie! You lie! Where is the Doctor!?” You couldn’t help but think that as intelligent and deathly as these creatures were, they couldn’t grasp the simplest of concepts. “You’ve had me here, how would I know where he is?!” You yelled back, “I hope he left! I hope he doesn’t come back! You won’t be able to follow through with your plan!” “He will come! He always comes for his companions!” “Nice try then, he won’t come for me. I bet you anything he’s already in the time space continuum and is millions of miles away from Skaro. Your plan is a failure. All of you failed.” You weren’t expecting anything less than to get electrocuted again for your outburst, but it was worth it. The more doubt you put in their head, you hoped the sloppier they would be and maybe, just maybe you could find an opening to escape.

“TELL US! TELL US OR BE EXTERMINATED!” The Dalek’s screeched over and over again, causing your ears to ring so loudly you could have sworn you were going to be deaf if you made it out alive. As the Dalek’s screamed, electrocuted you, and you tried to hang on as much as you could, none of you had realized that the Doctor had appeared in the doorway. “GET AWAY FROM Y/N!” He yelled over the commotion, his voice booming off the walls. It was as if no one could overpower him. The Daleks all froze, stunned by his sudden appearance. You felt a faint smile appear on your wearied face. “Doctor, Doctor you came back.” You muttered under your breath, not having the strength to be any more excited. As if the Doctor could sense your voice, his head snapped in your direction. You were taken aback by the way he looked, you had never seen this side of him before. His eyes looked like there were wildfires within them, his body was ridged and looked like it was vibrating with fury. His presence was booming, and demanding the room to pay attention to him.

He began to walk towards you, when one of the Daleks attempted to block his way. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Now.” He growled, no fear present in his face. “You will be exterminated Doctor! Exterminate! Exterminate!” But before it could even lift up its gun to aim at him, the Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the eye and it immediately exploded on the spot. The Dalek began to spin in circles, yelling as if in pain and confusion. It spun right into its fellow Dalek, and they both sparked and seemed to short circuit. The Doctor continued his path to you in silence, not letting any Dalek stand in his way. If anything were to try and stop him in this moment, he would unleash his power onto them as well. He was going to get you out of here, even if it meant being relentless.

Within moments, he had used his sonic screwdriver to unlatch the chains holding you, scooped you up in his arms and began the return trip back to the Tardis. You wanted desperately to walk on your own so he didn’t have to carry you, but you weren’t even able to lift up your head you were so weak. As you were being carried by the Doctor back through the building, there was utter chaos carrying on around you. There were Daleks running all about, some on the ground motionless, others spinning out of control. There were sparks of electrical explosions, lights flashing, and short circuiting happening all around you as if framing you and the Doctor as he made his path through it all.

The Doctor still didn’t utter a word to you, but you could feel scorching heat radiating off of him. His rage had taken a full takeover of his body. You had never felt or seen him like this. The Doctor was a fierce man, but he always had a gentle quality about him. He was humane, merciful, and understanding even in the most difficult of moments…something had changed him and it was scary to witness him like this. You were looking up at his hard jaw line, his eyes still not meeting yours when you felt yourself begin to drift. You tried to push yourself to stay awake, but the darkness quickly swept over you drifting you into a forgetful sleep.

You woke up hours later back in the Tardis. You were laying on your bed, and the room was dimly lit as to not hurt your eyes. When you realized where you were and the puzzle pieces of the previous events came together, you sat up with a jolt desperately looking around for the Doctor. “Doctor!” Your voice cracked out as you spun your head towards the door. The door quickly swung open, the Doctor entering your room in a rush. “Y/N! Are you okay!? Here, here take it easy.” He cooed, coming over to the bed and sit down in front of you. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him hard, afraid that if you let go you would be separated again. “You’re okay love…shh, I’ve got you now.” He whispered in your ear, trying to steady your shaking body. “I, I thought, that…that they were going to kill me.” You claimed, still not letting him break your embrace. “They didn’t. You’re on the Tardis with me and you’re safe.” You remembered how you had seen the Doctor last, and how it had frightened you to see him that way. You slowly pulled away from him, and he transitioned himself to sit next to you on your bed. You looked into his eyes, and saw that the fires that once were held in them were now extinguished. They were back to being lovely, kind, and the melancholic Doctor eyes you had come to love. His body wasn’t vibrating with hatred, his blood wasn’t boiling, he wasn’t making his presence large…he was just the Doctor. The Doctor that cared for you and everything in the universe.

He watched you closely as you gathered the sight of him, you let your hands wander to his cheeks feeling his warm skin against your cold hand. Your hands slid from his face down his neck, over his shoulders and down his chest. “Doctor…you’re, you again.” You declared, relieved tears welling up into your eyes. “Yes…yes I’m me.” He acknowledged, his eyes darting away from yours. You furrowed your brow, bringing his face back to face yours, “Doctor, what is it?” He let out a small scoff and shook his head, "Having feelings is ruining my reputation.” You looked at him confused, but he still wouldn’t let his eyes meet yours. “I almost lost you. The Dalek’s tried to take you away from me, and I couldn’t…I couldn’t think of what life would be without you…They used you against me, and I…I didn’t want you to see…I didn’t want you to see me like…like that…” You sat with him, remaining silent as he thought of what to say and squeezing his hands to reassure him that he could continue. “Y/N…that is a part of me. What you saw back on Skaro…that is part of me. I’m sorry you had to see it, but…it had to be seen. You needed to know. The Daleks call me the Oncoming Storm, and it’s because…I’m capable of destruction, hate, and…and evil. I chose to not let it be all of who I am, but it is me…It’s me…” You could see that he was beginning to crumble, and you quickly gathered him in your arms and stroked the nape of his neck. “Doctor, you’re safe. You’re here with me…It’s okay. Everyone has those parts inside of them. It’s not just you. And it’s okay to have those dark parts in us. When we act on them, yes it can be bad, but what’s the most important is the decisions we make. You make the decisions to not let those dark parts consume you. You are so brave…and you are so strong. You’re the Doctor, and you are complex and beautiful.”

The Doctor let out a small chuckle into your neck as he breathed in your scent, quickly wiping his face as if he had tears falling but still refused to let you see. “We’re here together and that’s all that matters.” He claimed, laying his forehead against yours. You nodded against him, giving him a small smile. “All through time and space, I will always come back for you.” “I’ll always be ready to go with you. I’ll always be here to calm your storm.” You promised, bringing his face to yours and gently kissed his lips. You felt his love and compassion flow through you, and your whole body began to flutter. You repositioned yourself on your bed so there was enough room for the Doctor to lay down beside you. You took him into your arms, his head laying on your chest to feel your heart beats and breaths. You let your hands run along his head and neck, soothing him the best you could. You had seen the Doctor as the Oncoming Storm that day, but when the two of you were together it didn’t matter what storms raged on around you, the two of you would bring the reverie that the universe would need from now through all of time and space.

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lenin-it-to-win-it · 7 years

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“we are so (thot) married”

i was bored so i decided to write a parody of the first chapter of my good comrade @theseerofdoomisunaltered‘s magnum opus “we are so (not) married”, if i have time maybe ill do the rest but no promises bc im a lazy inconsistent bitch lmao

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hizashi was fuckin PISSEd!

he was angery and is upset bc shouta THAt dumB THOT had gone and goetten himself injured AGEIN!!!! he hadnt sleeped in 69 hours (hehe) bc he was 2 busy gettin turnt with tha bois (painkillers and mowten dew) and had goten into a fite with some villens (fourth graders) bc they sed cats were lame.

showta got carried by on a stretcher and hibachi pissed himself and not even in the kinyk way. paremdedics kept hziashi from geting close to the stretcher or the room shota is carreid into. “shit boi u fam?” a nurse asked.

“no’ mic sobbed loudly. “we;r emore like,, friends wtih benefits? as in, i beneFIT this dick up his ass ayy lmao” he lamaoed thru his tears.

the nurse kept askieng quetions but hizashy was sobbing too loudely to hear so he just said yes bc why not its good enouff 4 improv rite? the nurses let haizashi pass so he RAN into shotuas room, screming so loudly he killed like four people and a dog.

shoauta looked like he’d gotten fucked by knife dicks in all six holes at once. one of his legs was being held together with silly string and glue (aizawa was sniffing the bottel) and he was covered in blood and helo kitty bandaids. to put it simply he looked fine as fuck and mic was super fuckign horny for him but his teeers killed his boner

“mike u ignoernt slut ur so fcukin loud” aizawa moaned, taking a big hit from the glue bottle.

hizashey wanted to screm but he didnt want to get sued for murdeer again like last time so he kept his mouth shut by tenderly taking the glue bottle from aizawa and shovig it up his own ass.

“wat, arent u gonna offer me some simpathy sex?” aizawa asked raiesing an eyberow.

“maybe later” hixzashy wept sobbily. “right now im too full of emotion and ass glue to present my mic up ur bootyhole.

aizawa tenderly patted mic on the cheek with his scotch-taped cock (cock tape) and then licked the tears off his nuts. “its all good in the hood”

“All is N OT good in the hood you jelly filled fucknut!” mic screamed tearfully and angrily. “what if u are is DIED??? then the two of us could never cha-cha real smooth again!??? HOW COD U DO THIS TO MEH>???? IF U DIED,,,,,,” hizsahy cried and nutted at the same time “i’d die 2 bc my gay ass cant fuckien drive but its too far to walk 2 school so id try yo drive anyway and id crash the car and die and it would be ALL UR FOLT!!!!”

aizawa just rolled over in the hosptial bed and ripped his hospital gown open,e xposing his lush bird nest of chest hair and supple pink nips screaming out for slurpage. “ur so dramatic” he whsiepred seductively. “why dont u quit the shakespeare and start suckspeareing me off?”

hizashy wiped away his tears and got to succking. the nurse walked in as hizashi was giving aizawa some eraserHEAD if u know wat i mean. she crumbeled some paperwork into balls and threw them at mic and them stormed off.

“FILL THOSE OUT YA GODDAMN TWINK”

mic fillde out the paperwork with aizawas pen(is) and tehn tenderly cradeld aizawa in his arms (carefully cupping his nuts for protecktion of course) and got on the roomba he used insted of a car bc his gay ass never learned how 2 fuckin driev. “vrroom vroom bitch” he said as they sped away at a blistering pace of .005 mph from the hospital. “the ass-magnet 9000 is in motion fuckers!”

‘take me 2 taco bell” aizawa whined. “i hav some casual craigstlist sex solicitors to meet for dinner tonite”

“NO CASUAL CRAGESLIST SEX UNTIL U RECOVER FROM UR INJURIES!” hizashi screamed. “IM GONNA TAKE CARE OF U, U BIG SALTY BABY” hizashy was super mcfuckin gay for aizwa so watching him get fucked the hell up and then just want to immedetly get back on the plow horse (so to speak) and jump into th e casual craigslist sex wasnt fun.

hziashi did a sick ollie off his roomba and knocked the door down with his throbbing erection only to promptyl start sobbing when he got a dick splinter.

“u dum fuck thats wy u shoud go thru the door like a normal person” aizawa grumbled as he sucked out the dick splinter. “for fucking out loud even that 5 dollar thottie ALL MIGHT, SYMBOL OF PEACE TM goes thru doors like a normal person.” shouta thought for amoment. “well except for the one time at that christmas party in april,,”

“well YEAH but if i didnt kick down the door dick first wat kind of pro hero wold i be?” hizashi protested

“one wihtoout dick splinters”

“ya ok tru”

hizashy threw aizawa over his shoulder like a thicc sack of poatatos and caried him 2 his lightning mcqueen racecar bed where they made the sekcs for 35 seconds before aizawa fell asleep. mic, exhausted from the hwole dick splinter fiasco, fell aslep too, resting his head on shoutas soft pillowy ass.

he woke up the next morning when nemuri broke down his door and started kicking his ass “HIZASSHI YOU STUPID BITCH HO W D ARE U GET MARRIED WITHOUT ME????”

tensei, who had been wheeled in in a weelbarrow, slapped mic in the face with one of those rubber stretchy extendy hands that he carried around for that express purpose. “YEAH YOU WHORE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BRIDESMAID DAMMIT I ALREADY HAD MY OUTFIT ALL PICKED OUT I WAS GONNA WEAR THIS DANK ASS SONIC THE HEDGEHOG COSPLAY AND U FUCKERS R O B B ED ME OF MY HAPPINESS”

“wat in the fresh hell are u talkign about?” hizash asked confusedly.

tensei whipped out his rose gold iphone 69 and hsowed hiszashi a news report that said “THEY GAY BITCH” followed by a picture of mic and aizawa doin the scooby dooby doo on the hospital bed.

“Everyones shook af by the news that screme mcmeme, also known as president michael, and iceicezawa are married!” the report said. there was a picture of one of the paramedics mic had accidently murdered with his screaming. before dying she had apparently tweeted to the news and told them that mic had said YEAH when she asked if he was married to the patient shoota and so now everyone in the world new they were gay and thogth they were married!!!

some ppl like tensei and nemuri were happy (about the marriege anyway, in general tensei wasnt happy bc his twitter had got hacked and the entire internet could see his turbo-nudes and his ingeniDONG) but there were some bitch ass hos that were not plesed with this developement.

for example endevor had posted in the yuotube comments of a video entirely unrelated to the marraige thing “these daM hOME OF SEXAULS keep ruinging eeverything with their GAY AJENDA!!!! my son looked at a Gay once and hes fuckin gay now, thx oBamA!!111! THIS IS THE FUTERE LIBERALS WANT!11! present mic?? more like present CUCK!!1!”

hizashi dropped the phone. how was he gonna explain this to the internet? how was he gonna explain this to shouta?!?????

tune in next week for more fuckery, i can probably get this done in three chapters lol, if not three then DEFINITELY six, it sure would be wild if it ended up being nine chapters huh lamao

#bnha #erasermic #tag yourself im present cuck

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