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lazyrants · 7 days

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Defeeted (prod 103)

Original airdate: August 16, 2004

Story by Scott Gray

Written by Noah Zachary, Mani Svavarrson, Magnus Scheving, Scott Gray

Directed by Magnus Scheving

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Ronald Binion, Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, Heather Asch, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood, Sarah Burgess

This is the second episode of LazyTown that aired on the same day as the first one. All in all a very early and flawed episode.

The episode begins with some amazing aerobics from Sportacus while he.. tries to brush his teeth. My lord, he is so extra. And it is so cool! How everyone can see those jumps and flips that Magnus, Joe and Dyri did and not like them is beyond me.

Anyways, it's a new day in LazyTown and everyone has seem to forgotten everything Sportacus had tought them in the last episode. They take him for granted and don't care. Anyways, Stephanie is in her room writing in her diary, bored. Milford asks what is wrong and Stephanie tells him that nobody is playing outside. Milford knows what just to do (rely on Sportacus). He gives Sportacus a letter saying 'I need your help'. Sportacus rides the airship to LazyTown, but not before doing a flip into his chair.. and landing the wrong way. LazyTown is the pinnacle of comedy.

Milford talks to Sportacus, telling him something terrible has happened. Sportacus tries guessing four times what has happened, and all his guesses are lethal natural disasters. LOL! This is funny. Anyways, Milford tells him about the whole thing with not wanting to play outside and he asks Sportacus to get the kids excited with a sport like he did last year at the Sportacular Spectacle Day. Now, excuse ME, but didn't Sportacus arrive in LazyTown, like, one episode ago? The continuity of this show's first season kills me sometimes, like when a clip from Soccer Sucker (episode 24) is played in Dear Diary (episode 16).

Anyways, Robbie is as usual, angry about Sportacus, so he looks into his periscope and finds the sign Milford has put up. Robbie reminisces about how Sportacular Spectacle Day was a day full of pie eating contests and diving into chocolate syrup. He then admires his newest invention - "THE FEET CRAZER MAKER 6000!!" Then he plays with the remote control, calls it beautiful until it kicks him in the face and he falls onto the ground. I. Love. This. Show.

He then gets up from the floor and wears his newest disguise - Rob U Blind, a salesman with ridiculous ways. Now we are in Pixel's house with Ziggy and Stephanie. Ziggy is hyping the event up. He is ridiculously excited. Steph is curious. And french fry hair boy is playing a video game and insulting Ziggy in between rounds.

Sportacus is on the soccer field practicing his amazing move (kicking a soccer ball while doing a backflip). Robbie is walking to him and almost gets hit in the face by the ball. Anyways, he walks up to him and plays the funniest sequence of this episode.

Robbie asks Sportacus if he has ever thought "Boy, my shoes are sure full of slimy smelly goo!"? Sportacus of course says no. THEN Robbie pours slimy smelly goo all over his shoes. Robbie then (pretends to) cleans the shoes with the Shoe Cleaner 6000, and once he is finished, he swipes the shoes and gives Sportacus the Feet Crazer Maker. What's funny is that Sportacus is not having any of it (and Robbie is also pretty hilarious).

So, anyways, after that, it is time for Sportacus to perform his epik move!1!111!1!1!!, but Robbie has the remote control and plays with Sportacus, making his "feet go cuckoo!" -Sportacus. Everyone is worried and confused, except Robbie who is enjoying every single moment of it. It's so unintenionally funny. Sportacus just looks insane. I also love Milford's "reaction" to getting kicked in the head. Could be the cause for his stupidness in the later seasons?

Now Sportacus is on a bench trying to get his feet to go back to normal while Milford and Bessie are just sitting there and questioning if that was supposed to happen. It's so funny. One of the possibly craziest events in LazyTown just happened and they're so quiet about it, especially the man who got KICKED IN THE HEAD. Anyways, back to Stephanie and the gang, who are using multiple methods to try and get him back to normal while performing "Always a Way", a.k.a ONE OF THE BEST LAZYTOWN SONGS IN EXISTENCE. THIS SONG IS A TREASURE AND I WILL GO BRUCE LEE MODE ON ANYONE WHO DISAGREES. It's inspirational and a head banger (well at least the radio edit).

Now Robbie shows up on stage in his LazyCus costume and performs an amazing move (attempting the splits and falling down and failing terribly)! Milford and Bessie aren't really all that impressed, but LazyCus convinces them by saying that they don't have a superhero anymore.

Cue Sportacus coming on in stage with the gang, doing a handstand. He then fails and flails his feet around. Fortunately, french fry hair boy is behind Robbie while he drops his gadget off the stage and turns it off, and the shoes go flying off.. and Robbie runs off stage in such a cartoony way it is hilarious..

Sportacus stands up normally, but he doesn't know where his shoes are. Robbie runs back on stage to give him the Feet Crazer Makers, but french fry hair boy stops him and tells him to put them on. Robbie declines but Pixel comes back with the classic 'unless-you're-afraid' argument. Ooh, snap! He ends up putting them on, acting like everything is fine, but then Pixel turns the gadget on.

Then his feet go cuckoo and everybody laughs at his pain as he falls down and gets his foot stuck in a bin.. I would too. Anyways, somehow Stephanie gains hold of the real shoes and cleans them up. He puts them on and Bessie throws him a ball to do his epik !!111!!!!111 trick. He performs it, the ball almost hits Robbie again, everyone is impressed, they sing the Bing Bang song (both verses), the end.

I must say, for the third episode of the TV show that LTE filmed, this is an amazing episode. Of course, the puppeteers screwed up visibly like four times in total, but it was an amazing episode with an amazing song. But there was no Robbie sequence at the end, possibly because the two verses of Bing Bang were sung instead of one verse.

THE END

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scarlet-ancunin · 1 year

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Hello are you ok?, i hope of time i asked hahah ,and I was wondering if you could imagine that Reader's five-year-old younger sister saw Ian Wright and said he's very handsome, and Reader would scold her, but her sister would say "but you say he's beautiful, why can't I speak"

thank you for letting me know

Lol i love this okay Ian x Fem Reader.

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Sister Knows Best

Today was not a great day for you, you was running slightly late because your babysitter called out sick so it would mean you had to bring your younger sister to the facility.

You called magic and told him the truth and the situation you was slightly facing and they said it was okay lucky for you. Your sister behaves well and you filled her bookbag with things she would like to do.

Then you had a small bag with her little snacks because you told her you would go out for lunch. Which she agreed. "Is this where wright works y/n" ylur sister ask cutely.

You chuckle "yes bunny this is were Ian works the pretty one" you smile blushing lightly when your younger sister does kissy faces to you "h-hey please don't do that in front of them"

"No promises" she giggles when you told her you would get her extra nuggets. The whole team was there as you walked inside "guys im really sorry i am late i just i couldn't find a proper babysitter but i promised she is well behaved." You said quickly

Magic chuckles "i told them already we were just waiting on you to come so we can meet her" they all nod and Ian was sitting on their chair smiling at you.

Your little sister peeks her head and looks at everyone and smiles waving shyly "hello" they all said hello you pushed her gently to the front "im Magic" she giggles and says hello magic then afterwards Addison and Jenn introduced themselves then Ian "hello I'm Ian Wright im the brains here" they all rolled their eyes including you playfully.

"Your handsome Ian" your youngest sister said making raise a brow "b-bunny i told you not to-" "thats no fair y/n you called them pretty why can't i call them handsome" she pouted cutely.

Ian was grinning but their was a light blush there, the rest of your friend was trying to hide their laughs and smirks Jenn giggles. Ian got up suddenly and picks your younger sister up. "Hmm i think I'll take my first watch with her she looks smart enough to handle Ziggy" they walked away

Addison and Jenn laughed Magic tapping your shoulder "good luck" when he walked away the girls came closer "you better hope your younger sister doesn't tell them everything." Jenn said laughing

Addison held your hand "it was nice knowing you y/n" you blush deeply and nod "uggghhh lets work you guyss" you all left to work.

Around Lunch time you walked towards the break room getting your youngest sister McDonald's since it is what she wanted and yourself a little sandwhich. Of course Magic, Addison and Jenn was watching from his office and had the audio on. They totally wasn't trying to play match maker.

Your youngest sister managed to see what everyone did but they ended up staying real close to Ian. So when you walked in their and saw Ian playing tic tac toe with her it was a sight to see but also your heart was beating fast.

"Oh y/n we was just talking about you." You did a nervous laugh "good things i hope" you glare at your sister who sticks her tongue at you.

"Yes there were good things including how much of a crush you have on one of the programmers here" you pause mid-step and looked confused.

"I like to know who the only one i talk about is you-" your sister giggles loudly "i told you y/n will do that"

Magic and the rest laughed while watching you blush deeply glaring at your little sister "why you little" "mmm don't harm the messenger y/n besides that means the feelings are mutual." You looked at Ian blushing more. "I like you to y/n i just wasn't sure you felt the same and now that i know you do i can finally do this"

By that time they was in front of you and kissed you softly on the lips where you was to surprised to respond before responding soon after and kissing them back. "Get a room and where is my nuggets" your younger sister said pouting. The team on the other end just laughed now leaving to finally join them.

You pulled away blushing and sat between your sister and Addison while Ian was on the other side of your sister talking with the rest of the team. Jenn was playing with your youngest sister ever so often and you trying to ignore how cute Ian was eating their food but sneaking fries from your sister who literally ended up feeding them a fry.

You suppose your sister knows best.

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#unhinged desire simp #quantum leap #quantum leap 2022 #quantum leap ian wright #ian wright quantum leap #quantum leap ian wright headcanons #dr ian wright #ian wright #quantum leap ian wright x reader #dr ian wright x reader #ian wright x reader #ian wright x you #join me in mason alexander madness

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bowies-thighs · 2 years

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Don't know if this is a weird question to ask but i've been looking at pictures of Ziggy Stardust era Bowie and marvelling at his long beautiful legs (like Lulu lol) and thinking he had very sultry eyes/gaze. Some of the pics have been very suggestive (the upskirt ones especially) and I have been wondering if I am really any better then a man? The thing is with Bowie is it's easy to forget he was a human and father and i've been trying not to objectify him and attempting to put my focus on his talent first and foremost (i'm a new fan) or am i overthinking this? lol. If this sounds disrespectful of him as a person please let me know

I'm probably the wrong blog to ask honestly bc according to some people in the community i've done nothing *but* objectify him (?? lmao??).

I think you may be working yourself up and overthinking this, which is normal. We (should) all want to respect our faves as much as possible and might feel poorly when we don't, but i wouldn't go as far as to say you're no better than a man for it. Finding pics of Bowie that are definitely more raunchy and suggestive and feeling some type of way about them isn't bad! He got the ball rolling and got people talking about him that way. He caught your attention which is the goal.

Now, if you were calling him sexy and saying you wanted to be sexual or something with him while the photo is domestic (like if he's carrying his kid around) that obviously crosses a line and that would be cause to think abt urself for a while. David knew when to be hot for the fan gaze and when to be hot for himself yknow?

#asks #anonymous #david bowie #my post

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starmaniamania · 1 year

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Québecois review of the 94 production in Montreal (with Patsy Gallant, Luce Dufault, Michel Pascal etc., using the 93 Furey mise en scène). Translation under the cut -- I love how they keep calling it "the Parisian Starmania" and ragging on Paris and the French lol

The Parisian Starmania was not damaged in transit

Last night, in the foyer of the Saint-Denis theatre, at the intermission of the Montreal premiere of the Parisian Starmania which was created last October at the Théatre Mogador and transported here as is -- for lack of a local producer -- Luc Plamondon was signing autographs. Near him, a very young girl was bouncing up and down, her programme in her hand, obviously overexcited at the idea of getting a scribble by the man with the smoked sunglasses.

The scene was as telling as the plethora of special effects, acrobatics, costumes, videos, pyrotechnics and fancy lighting effects which had dazzled the venue just as much as the rock opera's story and songs a few moments before. Plamondon, who neither sings, dances nor bungees down from the rafters like the Etoiles Noires -- the thugs who terrorize Monopolis -- had still found a way to live the dream that Ziggy, Zéro Janvier, Stella Spotlight and all of Monopolis's inhabitants have: last night, Plamondon was not only an artist, he was also a star. He matched his show and its triumph perfectly.

Indeed, this umpteenth Starmania production is having the intended effect -- unsurprisingly. Of course, it did not reach Paris-levels of hysteria -- we need much more than they do to go mad with admiration -- but it is clear that new audience members, those who were discovering Lewis Furey's mise-en-scène yesterday (while all the media had already been invited to see it in Paris) were wide-eyed at all the staging innovations designed by Furey (the interaction between video and actors was particularly deftly done) and were falling, like the French have, for this new batch of characters. Not all, however: Frank Sherbourne, the only non-Québecois in the cast, gave a slightly stilted Ziggy, and next to me there were whispers that Judith Bérard lacked character and precision. On the other hand, Patsy Gallant's Stella Spotlight was in my opinion much better than at Mogador. She was heartbreaking and wholly believable, evoking Gloria Swanson in Sunset Boulevard.

This is the genius of this Starmania's casting choices: the actors are the same age and have almost the same background as their characters. Gallant is true to life as an ageing star -- she is, to some extent, playing herself. Michel Pascal as Zéro Janvier has no trouble convincing us he wanted to be an artist -- Starmania is the first time he's had the chance. And Luce Dufault, the club-hopper, Dan Bigras's background singer, could very well be found waitressing in a Montreal Underground Café. She was perfectly credible and natural, with that rebellious streak which allowed her to stare the audience in the face shamelessly, and served us the Complainte de la serveuse automate with utter sincerity.

That said, beyond the characters and the mise-en-scène (which is not always good -- the pyrotechnics and the robot newsreader are a bit much) it is the songs which, once again, give this Starmania its real grandeur. At the most, a typical musical is build around 2 or 3 great themes: Starmania has 6 or 7, which are decidedly timeless. Le monde est stone, Les uns contre les autres, re-incarnated by Luce Dufault, were new songs. In the end, that's all we ask.

#starmania 1993 #reviews #in the press #translation

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antaradimensi · 1 year

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May is here again! Repeat, MAY IS HERE!

Almost one year ago since my trip to Temanggung and Semarang, phewww lot happen since those days. Still don't have any plans to do in this 27th chapter besides quality time with my family and food celebration (until I write this post) because I already reward myself with a bunch of stuff (incl new bike and Animal Crossing game) I feel more content than last year.

Somehow just crossing my thought, after I finished re-read Jakarta Sebelum Pagi novel days ago and saw post on Twitter about places mentioned on dat book I probably visit those places this year. Maybe not all in a day or two, I just want to take pics in every places and put it in my journal. I reallyyyyy love slash obessed with Jakarta Sebelum Pagi, here some good reasons why:

Emina’s thoughts mostly jump to one another thought, trying hard to focus. Emina reminds me of the younger version of me and also myself today, she has it all. My thought was bouncing more than today. I like Emina and the story behind her name. I always believe our name must be something to our lives.

JSP mentioned things similar to most of my thought about Jakarta and its people. It describes topics I care about, including ‘adulting in Jakarta for clumsy people’ LOL That’s me.

THE STORY omg Ziggy’s plot twist never disappoints me. The ‘noise’ in the narrative really blurred how it will end. Besides many coincidences and ‘impossibilities’ when we think again about the story, Ziggy still wrote it beautifully even though it says JSP is the hardest novel Ziggy wrote.

Every place mentioned in this book had its story and how it connect to people around from time to time. Also, I love to see big cities at midnight with someone I care about and talk to. Two main characters in this book did a so-called “Midnight Excursion” to visit places in mysterious letters. I love it all; midnight walk, mystery, and letter and I’ll do it often if I was a man or I was in a lower criminal rate city.

Last but not least ABEL FERGANI. He is (for now) all that I want even though they mentioned him as a ‘damaged person’ due to his past. Even it got creepy at the start (yeah stalker who’s not scared?) yet later understandable. I like a man who loves his job, knows what he wants and loves, is polite enough, is not in a rush gesture, and pays attention to little things. Abel has a phobia of sound and physical interaction due to what happened to him and his family when Aljazair’s civil war. As someone who still had needs to love someone from my kind but not comfortable enough with physical touch, Abel look perfect to me. He knows that He wants Emina, and trying hard to heal himself first until it is safe enough to stay beside Emina, later continues his healing process by staying with Emina.

#jakartasebelumpagi

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wendeeee · 2 years

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alice x reader

requested: yes

➩ you end up sacrificing yourself instead of alice

w: death, idk its sad, its been to long since I've watch fearstreet so sorry if some scenes are off, pretending cindy and alice aren't gay for each othwr

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you slowly slid down the wall of the underground cave you were in. you were currently not so okay. you got up and started pacing around. the felt dizzy. first you were with your friends, everything went haywire from there.

you watched cindy go away into the cave, you didn't bother to do anything. you sat there next to alice with your knees to your chest. you heard cindy call for help and bang on whatever she had found. "hello is anyone there?" she yelled. you followed to her voice and looked up to the vent. you started to help her push up the vent. "ziggy. she's up there. we need to help her!" cindy shouted at you. you pushed harder eventually pushing the screws unlose and getting you out.

you watched as cindy stabbed Tommy in the back. You stood back just incase. When you saw him fall to the ground you sighed in relief. you looked back down to the underground and saw Alice. "could you uh, you know, help?" she smiled at you. you gladly helped her up. You hugged her tightly and let a few tears flow down your cheeks.

Ziggy, Cindy, Alice, and you made it to the cafeteria making a plan to escape and figure out what to do. "This thing is like a million years old" she pointed to the bag around her shoulder. You squinted your eyes and noticed it was the bag you gave her barely a month ago. "I bought that like-" she cut you off "this."she pulled out Sarah Fiers hand and the book.

When the 4 of you read through it Zigg6 noticed a phrase. You all thought through the plan and knew you had to re-bury it. Alice tried to intervene by saying she would go and bury it with you all. "You're not coming with us. You're staying here.", she tried to show you that she could move just fine by hopping but you still refused. you looked got a knife from a table on the other side of the cafeteria. " Please y/n. I dont want you guys to this alone.. for shadyside, for our friends.." she muttered to you.

You looked back at her and stood there for a moment. You thought back to all of your friends. The people you would trust with your secrets, the ones who you could tell things and they would understand. You put down the knife stood back next to her. You kissed her as she wrapped her arms around you. "For shadyside."

You stood back away from her and looked back at Cindy and Ziggy. who gave soft smiles. "y/n, alice" cindy screamed at you. you looked back to see Tommy coming towards you with an axe. you pushed alice out of the way before trying to move your self, which failed. you didnt feel anything but you knew you feel to the ground. you were slowly going unconscious. the ringing in your ears was what you heard. "y/n please.. please y/n. i love you." you didn't know it, you didn't feel it but Alice was there. you could only hope that she knew you loved her too.

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a/n: I am not dead, fortunately, but I haven't posted in awhile lol

#alice x reader #alice fearstreet #fear street #fear street image #fear street x reader #fear street 1978

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hatterstan-shameblog · 2 years

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Bedrest

Pairing: Takeru & Aguni

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Illness, injury, language, mentions of medical stuff (including prescription pain medication)

Tags: humor, hurt/comfort, sick!fic, banter, AU where Aguni works security at The Beach (the club one), cat, I can't remember who suggested Takeru get hit by a tree but that's what happened in this fic lol

Notes: Here we are: Aguni taking care of Takeru, and all the fun that includes. Also features Ziggy, Takeru's pet cat that I completely made up because I think he would definitely be a cat guy.

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It's 3AM.

Aguni Morizono kicks off his shoes and shoves his feet into his house slippers. Without even turning on the light, he trudges over to the refrigerator and scowls when the light assaults his eyes. He snatches up a can of beer from the door and closes the door before making his way to the couch.

Working security at a night club sounds like an exciting job, but it's mostly the opposite. Hours of vigilance, eyes scanning the same room over and over, spine kept straight even after it starts to hurt. Escorting drunks out the door offers a glimmer of variety, but is quickly over and often ends in a rather unpleasant scene.

The old sofa welcomes Aguni's half-hearted flop, the cushions groaning as he deposits his tired bones with all the grace of a half-deflated balloon. There's never anything good on television at this time of night, but he turns it on anyways. Some kind of variety show flickers on the screen, with celebrity guests and smiling commentators—mindless, easily-digestible garbage.

It's exactly what he needs to unwind.

He's just about to crack open his beer when his cellphone begins to buzz. It's odd for him to be getting a call this late—maybe it's a new kind of scam, trying to get people while they're half-asleep? He doesn't recognize the number, at any rate.

Sighing, he places the can back on the table and picks it up.

"Mr. Aguni Morizono?"

He frowns.

"...Speaking."

"I'm sorry to bother you so late," the voice says, "but, do you know a Mr. Danma Takeru?"

Aguni sighs. He sets down the can of beer and slouches further into his sofa.

"If he thinks I'm driving all the way down to Kabukicho at three in the morning to pick up his drunk ass up—"

"I believe there's been a misunderstanding," the voice pleads, "I'm calling from the hospital. Mr. Danma has you listed as his emergency contact."

Aguni smacks himself in the head. Of course, the one time he's anything but cordial is the one time he's not getting a telemarketer. Turning down the volume on the TV, he switches the phone to his other ear and prepares himself for some unpleasant news.

"Is he," Aguni asks slowly, "I mean, he's...alive, right?"

A crash—tinny but sharp, the sound of something metal falling onto the floor.

"Oh! Yes, yes, of course," the voice quickly explains, "I'm sorry if I made you worry. Mr. Danma is very much alive..."

The voice goes on to explain how very lucky Takeru is—sustaining nothing but a few cracked ribs and a dislocated shoulder after being hit by the falling tree is nothing short of a miracle. The fact that they discovered double pneumonia on the X-ray was another shock, but since it was caught early enough, he is able to be treated by oral antibiotics.

"Unfortunately, there isn't much we can do for his injuries aside from pain management, but he's been responding very well to medication so far," the voice says cheerily; although, beneath that, Aguni detects a note of frustrated strain.

"That's good," he says, and then, for good measure, "Tell him I'll come by in the morning with his toothbrush and stuff—"

"You can come get him now."

Aguni blinks.

"...Now?"

"Yes," the voice sighs, "Normally, we would wait until morning to release him, but he...he's anxious to get home."

Another voice crackles through the line—lower, much more familiar than the one Aguni had been hearing up until this point. Although it's impossible to tell what exactly is being said, it is clearly being said loudly and repeatedly, as evidenced by the shushing Aguni hears over the line.

"I really do apologize for inconviencing you, Mr. Aguni, but—oh, oh dear!"

A chorus of very loud beeps begins—it's almost lyrical, like a horrible little song with a strong, alarm-blaring beat. The phone has no doubt been put down on some kind of nearby surface, because Aguni can hear the phone voice gently scolding the cause of the ruckus.

"Mr. Aguni?"

The voice is back, and sounding more frazzled than ever. Takeru has that effect on people on a good day, but Aguni can only imagine how very charming he's being under the influence of heavy drugs.

Aguni frowns at his unsipped beer.

"Okay," he grumbles, "Tell him I'll be there soon."

And so Aguni goes back out into the night—begrudgingly, driving perhaps a bit too aggressively through the nearly deserted streets and cursing every red light along the way. It's a shame; it's a nice night, the stars are out and the weather is pleasant, but Aguni is busy thinking logistics.

He'll probably have to stay with Takeru, at least for a few days—between the injuries and the medications, he'll need a lot of help. Aguni will need to stop at the pharmacy for various and sundry items he may or may not actually need. At least he had the foresight to throw a few changes of clothes and a handful of other essentials into a bag before heading out.

He pulls up to the hospital at a quarter to four, grabs a parking space, and trudges his way into the hospital—where he is met with paperwork. And paperwork. And more paperwork. A veritable mountain of the stuff, nearly incomprehensible for the content and the teeny-tiny print on the page. He signs where is necessary, checks off little boxes, and nods his way through the droning explanations of the tired worker assigned to his case.

But, eventually, even bureaucracy must rest, and Aguni signs the final document that allows Takeru to be released into his care.

And not a moment too soon, because the second Aguni sets down the pen, the double doors to the general ward open and in comes a very floppy-looking Takeru, being pushed in a wheelchair by a nurse whose smile is just a little bit too tight to be authentic.

"...and that's when I—you beautiful son of a bitch, what took you so long?"

Takeru looks rough. Perhaps that's putting it too lightly; he looks half-dead, with sallow-drab skin and deep purple circles bruised beneath his eyes. His right arm rests in a sling, the band of which seems to be supporting not only his limb, but holding his torn and mud-stained shirt together as well.

"Sorry," Aguni says, "Had to do my hair."

Takeru guffaws. Half-guffaws, more like, because the sudden gasp of air sends him into a coughing fit that shakes his entire body, uninjured arm clutching around his aching ribs.

"Slow breaths," the nurse reminds him, patting his arm in an almost motherly fashion. She looks up at Aguni, "So, are you the famous Mori-chan? Or are you his roommate, Ziggy?"

"Ziggy is a cat."

"Ah. That," the nurse says, "makes a lot more sense."

She hands Aguni a glossy folder, the cover emblazoned with the hospital's logo and the words 'Discharge Instructions' in large, unavoidable print.

He is also given a plastic bag full of pills—more specifically, four different bottles of pills, two inhalers, an antiseptic ointment for the various cuts and scrapes he had sustained from the fall, and a topical pain reliever for any additional aches that may arise.

"I'm gonna speak plainly with you, Mr. Aguni," she says, leaning in and speaking softly so Takeru won't hear—not that he's paying attention to them at all, suddenly captivated with the fraying edge of his torn shirt, "You're going to have your hands full with this one."

"Yeah," Aguni mumbles, "I figured as much."

The nurse gives him a few more tips—ice for the ribs and shoulder, extra pillows to keep his head elevated, a recommendation for an over-the-counter menthol jelly to help keep his bronchials open.

"The next 48 hours are going to be difficult," the nurse tells him, "Just try to get through it."

And when she helps him load Takeru's achy body into the passenger side of his car, Aguni realizes how very difficult this ordeal will be.

"Fucking ouch," Takeru slurs, mouth opened in an almost comical scowl as he is helped up from the wheelchair by Aguni's strong arms, "Goddamn sonnova bitch motherfucker—"

"Yep," Aguni grunts, lowering his friend as gently as possible into his sedan, "that's what they call me."

Before Takeru can ask, Aguni reaches in and buckles the seatbelt for him. Takeru tugs at the restraint with his good arm, mumbling something about 'straps' and 'not even the good kind.' Aguni closes the door before he can elaborate further.

"Well," the nurse says, "good luck."

The drive home is unexpectedly peaceful. Takeru keeps his face pressed against the window, wheezing and sighing as they zip through the still-sleeping city. Every so often, Takeru hacks a miserable cough, body seizing with the pain of his injuries.

"S'alright," Aguni soothes, patting his friend on the knee, "We'll be home soon."

The sky is just beginning to fade to pre-dawn indigo when they arrive to the hat shop, Takeru's apartment looming above. Perched along the pill-shaped window is small, dark shape—Ziggy, Takeru's beloved cat, appears to recognize Aguni's car, and looks to be throwing his fuzzy head back in a no-doubt soul-shattering scream.

"What are the odds the cat's gonna maul me when I walk through the door?"

"Fifty-fifty," Takeru rasps. He punches a floppy finger against the button to unbuckle his seatbelt—unsuccessfully, but with great fervor all the same, "Give him a blueberry. He'll forgive you."

Another coughing fit shudders through the sickly man, his face turning purple-red with the effort of catching his breath. The seatbelt finally comes undone, and the buckle jerks up and smacks Takeru in the jaw.

"Nuh-uh," Aguni says, climbing out from the driver's side, "you're not dying in my car."

Aguni rounds the vehicle and opens Takeru's door—he really is a pitiful sight, curled in on himself and wincing in pain in his mud-stained and shredded shirt—but there is still a glint of something mischievous in his drug-hazy eyes.

"I'll...die," Takeru wheezes, "wherever I want...you bitch..."

It's a comfort to know that Takeru is at least well enough to joke. Aguni more-or-less lifts him out of the car, a tired arm slung around his neck, and half-drags his friend through the shop and out back.

The old metal stairs to Takeru's apartment loom mountainous and foreboding in the little concrete courtyard behind the shop. Aguni stifles a groan.

"You think you can make it?" he asks Takeru, who's already slumping against Aguni's side from fatigue, "because your only other option is being carried, and I'll have to throw you over my shoulder to do it."

"I'm not worth," Takeru pants, "a bridal carry?"

"Dead weight like you?" Aguni asks, guiding Takeru to take the first step, "I'll throw my back out."

"You're...lucky," Takeru gasps, "plenty of people...would love...to be you right now."

"Oh yeah," Aguni says, groaning as they slowly ascend, "Next time, call one of them to come pick your stupid ass up from the hospital at three in the morning."

Another step, and then one more. Takeru dissolves into a coughing spell once more and threatens to fall down the stairs.

"The fucking," he gasps, "'M like the fucking...people who climb Everest."

"People who climb Everest don't complain as much as you do."

The closer they get to the top, the more Takeru seems to wilt. His wheeze rattles through his ribcage, face turning red with the effort it takes to keep himself upright, never mind moving.

So Aguni makes quick work of getting them to the door, and snatches Takeru's key from his keyring before jamming it in the door while the sick man whines his displeasure at still being in a vertical position.

There is also the soft wailing of an upset cat, shrill little "oww's" muffled by the heavy front door.

"Cat," Takeru croaks, pushing his foot towards the small opening where a swish of something caramel-colored and fuzzy darts back into the darkness of his home.

"Yup, I see him," Aguni mutters—and it's only a matter of time before Ziggy makes another escape attempt, so he quickly shoves Takeru inside and jerks the door shut behind himself with all the speed and finess expected of a desperate man.

"Ah‐wooooow," Ziggy yowls, well-manicured claws scrabbling against the wood floor as he runs full-speed at the men, and all Aguni can do is squeeze his eyes shut and brace for angry feline impact.

He feels the pull of claws sinking into his pant leg—ah, yes, he's being climbed, the pinpricks of pain from those determined paws poking into his thigh as Ziggy ascends Aguni's person. Of course Takeru's cat would go for the throat. Of course Takeru's cat would go for the throat today of all days...

And the furry little bastard is too quick for Aguni to stop with his unencumbered hand—he needs that for supporting Takeru, who seems to be losing strength by the second—so all he can do is wait for a pair of pointy fangs to sink into his throat.

But the pain never comes. What he gets instead is something soft nuzzling into the side of his face and a throaty purr vibrating his collarbone.

It's sweet.

And terribly inconvenient.

"Aw," Takeru pants, "he...loves you."

Aguni sighs. With a half-feral, unruly beast in one arm and a cat in the other, he takes a look inward and realizes that he has more than earned himself a vacation. A beach getaway, where he can sit on the sand and sip a pinã colada while the sound of waves crashing against the shore washes away all his worries.

"Okay," Aguni says, "here's how we're gonna do this..."

He sits Takeru on the floor as gingerly as he can, which results in a barrage of insults such as 'you clumsy bastard' and 'fucking brute', but ultimately has the desired effect of having the man out of his arms.

Next comes the cat.

"Here," Aguni says, hands circled beneath Ziggy's fuzzy arms and lifting the small feline from his shoulder, "Take...this."

Although Ziggy only has one eye, it holds a wealth of guilt-inducing poutiness—surely, the little fellow doesn't understand why his tall friend is rejecting his love—but the moment he realizes that he's being placed in his beloved owner's lap, he chirps a happy little mew and curls up into a contented circle.

"Three minutes," Aguni says, and he's not sure if he's talking to the man or the cat, "just...stay there for three minutes while I go get the stuff from the car. Please. That's all I'm asking for."

"Mori," Takeru says, stifling a cough while scratching Ziggy beneath his chin, "I can barely move. We'll behave. I promise."

Aguni has no choice but to trust him.

But, since Aguni knows Takeru, he knows that Takeru is not actually a man to be trusted when he says that he'll behave. So he rushes down the stairs and makes his way to his car at a brisk, speed-walking pace—not enough to arouse suspicion from Takeru's neighbor, Mrs. Watanabe, as she waters her azaleas at this almost-unacceptably early hour—but enough to get him to his vehicle in quick fashion. He gets his bag from the trunk, then Takeru's bag of medications from the back, and he almost walks off without snatching the folder including the man's discharge instructions that had been left on the dashboard.

And he rushes back through the shop, making his way up the stairs with his boots thudding heavily on the metal as he prays that Takeru hasn't managed to injure himself further during his absence. He throws open the door and quickly shuts himself inside, throwing the lock behind him for good measure.

Aguni was right to be worried—Takeru is nowhere to be found. Just as he's about to kick off his shoes, he hears a faint voice coming from the kitchen.

"We're over here."

Over here is, in fact, on the floor in front of the refrigerator, the door of which has been left open and alerts Aguni to the fact that he will have to add a grocery run to his list of unexpected chores for the day. Takeru is lying on his uninjured side, smiling as Ziggy licks and chews at a freshly-opened tin of cat food.

"I told you to stay put—"

"He was hungry," Takeru interrupts, "He's a smart boy who knows when it's time for breakfast."

"How did you even get over here?" Aguni asks, flopping his bags on the table and opening the folder to look over Takeru's medication schedule, "You said yourself that you could barely move."

"I wiggled," Takeru says dreamily, rolling onto his back so he can watch Aguni from his spot on the floor, "Like a...like a mermaid, except with legs."

Aguni reads the label of one of Takeru's medication bottles, squinting at the fine print.

"So," he deadpans, "a human being?"

"No," Takeru sighs, "definitely mermaid with legs. You had to be there, I guess."

Aguni finishes sorting the pills in relative peace, with only the sounds of a cat devouring its meal and a heavily-breathing Takeru to provide background noise.

"The good news," Aguni says after he finishes preparing the medications, "is that you get more painkillers soon."

"What's the bad news?"

"I gotta get you off the floor first."

It's a painful procedure—painful for Takeru because it strains his poor, injured ribs, and painful for Aguni because Takeru is cursing and shouting directly into his ear while he essentially lifts the man up by himself. But the important thing is that they manage to get back to Takeru's bedroom in one piece. Aguni deposits him on his bed with a sigh, dreading the next challenge he has to face.

Choosing an outfit.

"Not those," Takeru says when Aguni reaches for the pajama set that had been left folded neatly at the foot of Takeru's bed, "Those were for a different man. I've changed now. Gimme the leopard ones."

Aguni pulls open the bottom drawer of Takeru's dresser. He frowns at the contents.

"Yeah, uh," Aguni says, "I can't believe I'm asking this, but...leopard print, or the ones with leopards on them?"

"The print is obviously cheetah," Takeru snips—the pain is beginning to come back and it's making him aggressive. It's hard for Aguni not to take it personally.

"Oh, of course," he mumbles sarcastically, yanking the leopards-on-them pajamas out if the drawer and pushing it closed a little too forcefully, "so obviously cheetah, only an idiot would think it was leopard..."

"You're mocking me," Takeru pouts, "I get pinned under a tree for over an hour because I was too sick to stand properly, and you're mocking me? After everything I've been through?"

"You were there that long?" Aguni asks, easing the strap of Takeru's sling over his head and laying it next to him on the bed, "I didn't know that."

"Bird tried to make a nest in my hair."

"Wait. Seriously?"

Takeru grimaces at the sight of his tattered shirt, uninjured hand coming up to start undoing the buttons with surprising efficiency.

"It was a magpie," he laments, "Probably drawn to my shirt—it's silk charmeuse, I can hardly blame her—and decided my head would make a nice vacation home."

"Shoulda let her keep the shirt," Aguni says, helping Takeru ease the shredded garment off his bad shoulder, "No way you can wear it again."

And before Takeru can kick up a fuss about throwing it out, Aguni half-heartedly folds the garment and sits it on top of his dresser to be dealt with later—most likely destined for Takeru's colorful collection of fabric scraps, to be fashioned into a hat trimming or a pocket square or even a toy for his beloved cat.

"See something you like?" Takeru teases as Aguni gets a good look at his injuries—a vibrant bloom of bruises that watercolors the majority of his side and arcs up his shoulder, "You're not usually one to stare."

Aguni feels a pang of sympathy.

"You, uh," he says, unsure of whether or not he should comment, "You think you can handle the lower half while I go get your pills?"

"As if this is the first time I've taken off a pair of pants one-handed," Takeru scoffs, "Go. Run. While you still can."

Aguni heads for the door.

"Try not to hurt yourself," he says, "I don't have another hospital run in me today. You'll just have to die this time."

Cough-studded laughter follows Aguni as he trudges down the hall and returns to the table where Takeru's assortment of treatments lie. The second his feet stop, Ziggy starts purring and rubbing his little body along Aguni's ankles.

"Right," Aguni mumbles, "you want a blueberry, don't you?"

"Mrrp," says Ziggy, which must be some kind of affirmative in the cat dialect, because the second Aguni opens the refrigerator, he starts chirping excitedly.

Aguni has seen Takeru give his cat a blueberry a handful of times—always making a show out of it, tossing the little fruit over his shoulder and excitedly shouting 'Go get it!' as if it's a game. Unfortunately, Ziggy is not as intelligent as Takeru claims, and often needs a nudge in the right direction—usually in the form of a slippered foot tapping right next to the treat.

"Your dad's out of commission today, buddy," he tells Ziggy, taking a blueberry from the box and examining it between his thumb and forefinger, "so, uh. Here you go."

And he drops the blueberry onto the floor, Ziggy immediately pouncing after it and batting the little thing between his paws towards the sofa. Aguni watches the cat play, smirking when he finally scoops it up with his long, pink tongue and chews it dramatically between his fanged teeth.

Even Aguni, tired and frustrated as he feels, can't help but smile.

"Alright," Aguni says as he carries in a tiny tea saucer in one hand and a glass of water in the other into Takeru's bedroom, "Three pills—two of them are white, but one of them is green and purple, which I thought you'd appreciate."

He places the pills and water on the bedside table, then turns his attention to his half-dressed friend. Takeru, to his credit, has managed to get his pajama pants on and one arm through the shirt, but everything else has understandably eluded him.

"Did you," Takeru croaks, wincing as Aguni gently maneuvers his arm into the sleeve, "did you bring me a blueberry?"

"It was all Ziggy's idea," Aguni says, straightening the shirt on the other man's chest and beginning to do up the buttons, "he insisted. Thought it might make you feel better. You know. Antioxidants and stuff."

Takeru shudders to swallow a cough, smirk playing at the edge of his mouth.

"How...thoughtful. I'll have to thank him."

The medications go down easily enough—the blueberry, too—and soon, Aguni has Takeru tucked into bed, body propped up at a 45-degree angle per hospital recommendation.

"Good thing you have so many pillows," Aguni comments, pulling the blanket up to cover his already-sleepy friend. Takeru has always been quick to fall asleep, something Aguni envies greatly during his periods of insomnia.

"Form, function," Takeru sleepily slurs, "I'm a man who has it all."

"You know what else you have?"

"Hm?"

"You have to stay in bed," Aguni says, "while I go out and run some errands. Shouldn't take long, but you need to stay put while I'm gone. The drugs make you unsteady on your feet, I don't want you falling and hurting yourself more. Okay?"

"I don't want anything that isn't bed," Takeru says, "and a gin and tonic, but you probably won't let me have one..."

A jovial little tap-tap-tap comes from the hall and in prances Ziggy, who leaps onto the bed and makes his way to the mountain of pillows keeping Takeru upright. He rears back and hops up, landing just above Takeru's head and curling up like a furry little hat. Takeru smiles.

"Thank you for the blueberry," he says, uninjured arm reaching up to give the cat a quick pat on the head. He then flops it back down to his side, turning his face to the side and his wheezing breaths slowing as he drifts off to sleep.

As quietly as he can, Aguni steps out of the room, mindful of not waking the sleeping man—he's had a rough night, after all, and could probably use the rest.

Just before Aguni is out the door, he hears a faint stirring. He freezes.

"Thank you, Mori," Takeru says quietly, "you're a good friend."

"I'll be back soon," Aguni half-whispers. It's entirely possible that Takeru was talking in his sleep—he does that sometimes—and Aguni knows it wouldn't be wise to wake him.

So, Aguni switches off the light and leaves his friend to get some much-deserved rest, feeling just a bit more ready to face down the rest of his to-do list.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland netflix #writings and such #danma takeru #hatter #aguni morizono #hatter/aguni #im not saying theres gonna be a part 2 but..........theres probably gonna be a part 2 #and yes the cat is named after ziggy stardust thank u for asking #i never did mention HOW and WHY he got hit by the tree........HMMMMMM.......#i kinda wanna know what you guys think? like where did it happen? what was that man doing out so late?#also...........where's aguni gonna sleep when he finally gets home? is it gonna be a sofa situation......or.......DOUBLE HMMMMMM

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fkevin073 · 2 years

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so i've been rewatching the movies for research again and i noticed that after nick is killed the heart literally melts, the names erase themselves (probably meaning the souls of those poor shadysiders are at finally at rest) and the mark also disappears. the only thing left is the book, and the police literally leave it at the scene of the crime. 🙃

so my question is, how exactly did the gang prove that nick was a serial killer with a pact with satan? let alone a pact that his family started 300 years ago?

the tunnels from the mall to the goode mansion is one way to connect this with nick, the spray paint is another, and i'm sure all those goat heads at his house didn't help lol but it's obvious satan covered his tracks well, so i can see the public accepting nick was guilty, but i can't see how they can prove there was an actual satanic pact at play. the devil is too smart for that.

sorry this took so long for me to answer! hopefully this answers some of the points you raised.

to be honest, I have absolutely no idea. In the news report we see about Nick after his death, they call him the Sunnyvale serial killer. But how on earth did they prove that? Even if Sam, Deena and company convinced the police that Nick attacked them, they have undeniable proof that Ryan committed the massacre. Even other kids said it was Tommy. Like none of the other Goodes (besides Solomon) were there physically at the sight of the massacres. Even if all the satanic evidence was still there, it would be a tough pill for people to swallow.

Even the tunnels - like we can just link that to architecture. Sure having tunnels linked to your living room is creepy, but that doesn't prove anything. So I'm not sure even within canon universe that they say he was a satanic worshipper. Just maybe that he attacked them for some reason? They don't explain that a lot, so I'll just chalk it up to movie magic where everyone just buys their story.

I get the whole symbolism of everything fading away when he died, but for me personally I prefer the idea that everything stays. The names on the wall, the heart, everything. Like the heart is now just this rotting carcass that kids like to go see as a dare or something. Proof that the Goode family is fucked. I like the idea that the damage/evil they brought on the land left it permanently scarred because they caused irreversible damage, you know? Like having those "souvenirs" would help the kids sell their case and also prove that Ziggy was telling the truth back at Nightwing. Thematically that's just more on point for me.

But yeah, I've been wondering about that too, because it doesn't make much sense. Like even if DNA/eye witness accounts confirm that Nick attacked them and everything, it doesn't prove much else, because even though the killers were possessed, they actually committed the killings. Having a creepy devil book doesn't prove much either because how can they link it to him? I don't think he wrote his name in the front cover or something.

Maybe there's a box or something that they find in his house that contains evidence? Like maybe Nick profiled potential people he was thinking about sacrificing and was like oh Ryan Torres cut me off at an intersection so he deserves to die. Like a pro con list or something.

LOL that was a whole essay, but I'd like to hear what you guys think in case I missed something

#nick x ziggy #ziggy x nick #nick goode #ziggy berman #fear street

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You know what I love about the Nick x Ziggy ship? We absolutely can call out on Nick's dumb murderous pathetic butt all day. I don't know about you, but that is as rare as can get.

Pretty much in other hero x villain ships, you have to defend the villain. Or root for redemption. If it doesn't happen, then it's the writer's fault or whatever.

This time? We know exactly what Nick Goode is and honestly, we wanna torture him.

Or that's how I feel and I'm not getting harassed over it. It's feels great.

Yeah we're all aware of Nick's many many failings and it's more fun that way! I think also because he's like this villain on the one hand, and goober with a crush on the other. I also think the fact that he wasn't like. Feeling entitled to have her helped. He wasn't pulling a Aldrich Killian and abducting her as a trophy. When he sees her he goes uber soft, and even yells for his enemies to help her when he thinks she's at risk. He tried to ease himself back into her life. I mean he did a lot of messed up shit with the aim of getting close to her, but the direct interactions we see show a depth of feeling that is really fun to play with, from an analysis side. Which is where I think we're all coming from lol.

#he's just a weird little man and we enjoy his suffering

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alexis-medina · 2 years

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Dissecting: Edens Zero Ch. 155-159

Jinn + Kleene vs Callum + Lyra:

Lyra’s powers are interesting, I know Mashima changed it from the original submission because she used dice like Nero. I feel like tho since he used the elements as ether gear for previous characters that Lyra's ether gear should be related to her cards or numbers. The lightning seems a little out of place for me. Gamblers Rush should’ve been whatever card is flipped over the suit will attack with different powers so like heart would attack you differently than a spade. Plus, wind should be stronger than lightning especially with Kleene’s ether gear (Wind Snatch).

Callum’s ether gear still confuses me 😩 but Laguna explaining it does help a little lol. So basically, each Oceans 6 member has two types of ether gear: The ether gear they grew up with and the one given to them by the Empire.

Tho, with Laguna revealing the weakness and Jinn going into a little backstory feels kinda corny IMO. WHO AM I? I AM ME.

With the Rutherford backstory, how did Drakken find them? Was he the one who turned him into a cyborg or "robot boy?" Jinn and Kleene's relationship is reminding me of Yor and Yuri's bond in Spy x Family.

Even though Kleene is younger, they're kinda acting like twins in this part when they both go into OD at the same time. I get that Jinn is trying to normalize his ether and beat Callum while also figuring out "who he is" and what not but what about Kleene? We never really see her perspective on their backstory and Sister going into her memories doesn't count.

The end of the battles against Oceans 6 fall a little short for me but I understand that they're just the underlings and their battles won't be as grand as EZ crew vs Shura, Nero, or Ziggy.

But, now we got 4 OD: Homura, Weisz, Jinn, and Kleene. What about Mosco???!?! SOMEONE PUSH HIS BUTTON.

Also, I probably said this in a previous post but if the Oceans 6 is supposed to be these elite defenders why can't they go into OD?

Nero 1 Invasion:

Fabiano and Jaguar have this 70s look that I can vibe with. Fabiano thinking his Aoi crystal-type ether gear is strong enough to defend against Jaguar is laughable...Sir, have you've read Fairy Tail's Alvarez Empire Arc??? Did you skip over the Gray vs Invel battle???

OH LOOK WHO IT IS!! It's ZIGGGGAYY. Look even though this robo-grandpa turned evil...I still support him idk.

LOL ME 😭😭😭

So, it's going to be a standoff between Jaguar, Ziggy, and Nero. Who is the bigger threat? I would say: 1. Ziggy 2. Nero 3. Jaguar

Poseidon Shura + Witch Regret:

Okay, if Nero dies the Aoi Cosmos will go to Shura but what happens if Shura dies too lol. Who gets ownership of the Aoi Cosmos? The Oración Seis Galáctica?

WITCHHHHH NOOOOOO!!! Pino said that Witch still has a life signature so she's still alive but not for much longer. Sister get her to the emergency room STAT.

Laguna + Shiki + Rebecca vs Princess Ijuna:

Okay, Happy, if Shiki and Rebecca could stop fighting one another they would but they're being forced to act this way why don't you get it? Giving a speech like that isn't going to do anything lmao. I mean they're crying because they don't want to fight...damn this is giving me Gray vs Juvia flashbacks. I would've have really liked to see the love part with Gruvia in Fairy Tail but we see that now in the sequel. 😉

Laguna came just in time with his Tears Lover and now he has to face the princess. I FREAKING CALLED IT BEFORE THO. I had a feeling she was the princess cause she was an important side character and wasn't a part of Oceans 6 which made it a little sus.

I wonder why Laguna wanted more power? Was the reason because he couldn't save his best friend (since the empire killed him) or was it merely out of greed and ego? Who is this best friend?

Did Laguna and Ijuna have a thing. Also, just realizing that their names rhyme.

Would it make more sense to have Ijuna's ether gear be invisible? Would it defeat the purpose if everyone could see the red strings? Well, the red strings are both a symbol of romance and death. Romantic disaster? The perfect combo: Shura and Ijuna plus a heaping of toxicity. I mean...A bomb in her ass? Shura has some weird ass kinks. He's definitely the dom and she's got Stockholm Syndrome. Alexa play Stockholm Syndrome by One Direction, please.

OOF Laguna's silhouette scared the shit outta me for a second. Whew! I like how Laguna is saying the exact same thing Pino said when Shiki and Rebecca were fighting.

Pino: “They are acting against their will..so their hearts are crying.”

Laguna: “Your heart is crying your majesty.”

But, I didn't even think about the possibility of Ijuna using her power with Shura unconsciously - Flight or fight response shit right there.

Relationships:

Homura and Creed

WE STAN HOMURA AND CREED 💕 UGH I CAN'T WAIT FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO BLOSSOM IN THE SAKURA COSMOS. We got a little snippet of them in Ch. 156 but their scenes in Ch. 159 are giving me LIFE. WHAT'S UP SEIJI HOJO! HOW YOU DOING SEIJI HOJO!?!?! AND they are from the same planet, Oedo!!!! WOWOWOW the universe is shipping them.

#Cremura/Creedmura/Homureed/Homreed/Creemura

Shiki and Rebecca

THIS IS WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT!!! #MostrueLove But Happy, why'd you have to ruin the perfect moment. 😭😩 Even when the red string was cut, Shiki and Rebecca were still holding hands.

Yeah, Shiki, you REALLY hate her. 😒

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devilsskettle · 3 years

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okay i want to shut up about fear street more than anyone else wants me to shut up about fear street but i just thought of another reason why it drives me up the wall thinking about how underutilized and underwritten ziggy is in the 1994 part of the plot line: in a movie series where one of the main themes is cyclical forms of violence and trauma, where there’s a focus on characters resolving the conflicts of their narrative parallels from the past, even if the writers didn’t expect the audience to identify with/care about ziggy as an adult, she is a representation for our protagonists of their potential futures.

for sam, this is pretty clear, since it’s the narrative reason why they go to her in the first place (seeing the witch and temporarily dying, she represents the hope that there’s a way to break the curse).

for josh, she is a perfect parallel to the stakes for him of trying to save sam - losing his older sister as she sacrifices herself to try to save the people she loves. i was actually surprised that these characters didn’t sympathize and identify with each other more, like in the mall scene when josh is like “too many people have died i’m not going to let them take my sister too!” and ziggy and martin just stand there like. okay i guess. that was such a weird writing choice to me lol i was like why wasn’t that a moment for ziggy to identify with him as someone who lost a sister like this. make it make sense. (also i’ve seen some people say that in interviews, it’s been said that cindy and alice are meant to parallel the relationship between sam and deena, so i think that would situate ziggy and josh as playing comparable roles in each plot line as well).

for deena, i think she’s the most apt reflection of her potential future out of all three main characters. first of all, they’re the most similar in terms of personality: cynical social outcasts convinced the world is fucked who actually care a lot more than they let on. and again, she is living the consequences of what the stakes are of trying to break this curse. the main risk for deena isn’t that she might die, it’s that everyone she cares about will die and she’ll be trapped alone in a town she hates, just like ziggy.

this would also mean that adult ziggy would play a similar role to the kids in 1994 as nurse lane did for her in 1978. like. god. do you ever think about how nurse lane was the one person who was nice to her and cared about her, and ziggy was the only person who noticed that something was wrong and she was the only one who didn’t write her off as crazy and violent like her daughter when she attacked tommy and instead actually sympathized with her, but no one believed nurse lane, and then no one believed ziggy about what really happened during the camp nightwing massacre, and how they both had to live not only with the loss of their loved ones but also the doubt and mockery of everyone in town who thought they were just crazy. anyway. ziggy similarly is the only adult in town (other than, eventually, martin) who believes and is willing to help the kids in 1994 at the expense of her own safety, just like nurse lane tried her best to protect the kids at camp at the expense of her own reputation (and if she had succeeded in killing tommy before he became the nightwing killer, she would probably have spent the rest of her life in jail or a mental institution, which she had to have known - so she also was willing to sacrifice her freedom, and as ziggy puts it, ruin her own life. god i am sad about this)

oh and also the motivation of ziggy to help these kids in the first place (we assume) comes from a place of self identification with them and trying to save them in the same way she wishes she could’ve saved her younger self and her sister. so like. i want to see that play out in part 3 if that’s the intended interpretation

so going back to the focus on resolving the conflicts of their narrative parallels from the past, the kids do this for ziggy, cindy, and alice as much as they do it for sarah fire and hannah miller. sam does this…. just by surviving lol, josh does this by not only believing in the curse but also unrelentingly telling others the truth about it (and miss queenofairanddarkness actually seems to believe him), and deena does this by breaking the damn curse and (presumably) becoming less cynical and self-defeatist in her world perspective. and ziggy does this for nurse lane, effectively warning the kids about the dangers of the curse and helping them fight it, where nurse lane was unable to stop the events of camp nightwing, and (as we see at the end) giving her closure about the death of her daughter. she also, i think, plays the same kind of parallel role to sarah fier as deena does in different ways, both as a social outcast who is scapegoated for other people’s wrongdoings as well as her relationship with nick reflecting the relationship between sarah and solomon. like deena and sam, she also is connected by sarah by bleeding on her bones and seeing (some of) the truth about the curse

anyway. all this is to say that these movies had the potential to do this effectively, and i’m not even saying that they should’ve set aside a huge amount of time from the plot to explore this concept, but there’s small, easy changes and additions that i think could’ve been made that wouldn’t ultimately change anything about the movies but would’ve made such an impact on the overall quality of the writing. first of all, there’s this big time jump from ziggy’s story to the 1994 “present” which is fine and expected and i wouldn’t expect them to try to include a whole lot about what her life is like in between, but we don’t know anything about her present day life, except that she has a dog and a lot of clocks and that she might be an alcoholic. we don’t even know what her job is. we have no idea what she’s been doing for 16 years. it takes maybe two extra minutes at the beginning of her introduction in part 2 to show a little bit more of her daily life, or a line or two to give us an idea of what that might look like. for character development/relationship building purposes, she needs to actually have a conversation with other people lol. she shares how much silent screen time with martin in part 3? another criminally underutilized character but don’t even get me started.

even in the 1978 plot line, her character is established almost entirely by tell-not-show; everyone is like oh she’s trouble! she’s a creep she’s a weirdo! but we see very little of her actually getting up to trouble or doing anything out of the norm (all of the characters in 1978 suffer from this writing problem, to be fair). then in the 1994 part of part 3, the way that they show her reactions to what’s happening is through flashback to her in 1978, and first of all it’s like. we just saw that we know what happened. second, it’s lazy writing! we see nothing new from her basically the entire movie. (i’m specifically thinking about the part where she learns that nick is behind the curse - cut to a series of flashbacks - moving on with the plot. then at the mall, when she sees the tree - cut to a flashback of the camp nightwing - deena comes up to her: “this is it.” “yup.” and she walks away and leaves deena to her own flashback to her sarah fier vision. and that’s the full extent of either of their emotional reactions to that moment. missed opportunity imo. and sure, maybe that’s the character - she’s not a people person lol - but you can write characters who are closed off and blunt while still being interesting and emotionally compelling and not basically stock characters. 1978 ziggy and deena are actually both examples of this so i’m mainly disappointed because i know they could’ve done better lol)

anyway. i’m not saying they needed to derail the main plot to make ziggy the main character or anything, i’m just saying that with better pacing and attention to her as a character, i think these movies could’ve had the depth and emotional resonance they were aiming for and in fact it would strengthen the themes that are central to the main plot and the protagonists without having to change anything major, making a small shift that could’ve made these movies go from mediocre and forgettable to actually pretty damn good. anyway netflix call me i have ideas for you <3

#okay i know i know it's not that deep or whatever but. it could've been.#fear street #ziggy berman

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MLB ideas/hopes/predictions/prompts

Bunnix using her umbrella to fly like Mary Poppins

Ladybug coming up with an overly convoluted Rube Goldberg machine type plan with her lucky charm, but not having some of the components, so she just sends Pegasus to the store in the middle of a battle

Characters who are close slowly finding out about each other’s superhero identities in funny ways

Pigella picking up something massive and like 10x heavier than her and chucking it

I really want one of these heroes’ tools to be a comically large anime-style weapon, but alas I don’t think they’d do it

Season finale boss fight featuring all the new heroes, which is totally gonna happen at some point, but it would look really busy on screen to have them all running around at once, so I’d split them into smaller teams based on their skills to carry out specific parts of Ladybug’s Epic 36-Step Plan™️. It would make for a satisfying “oh yeah, it’s all coming together” montage and also give us some unique character interactions.

Ladybug picking unique combo teams of new heroes based on their skills to fight specific strong villains

Alya starting a school paper and getting the whole team in on it. I love the episodes where the class does one big project together, they’re so cute.

Someone/a group getting akumatized on purpose to disobey Hawkmoth and take advantage of their akuma’s power for a noble goal

Episode from the POV of a boring background character detailing how the life of the average Parisian is affected by LB and CN. Unreliable scheduling, monster traffic jams, the sheer embarrassment of getting got by an akuma...

I want an animal to get akumatized. Someone’s dog who feels lonely when their favorite human gets a new, demanding job and turns into a terrifying Cerberus beast or something.

Mayor Bourgeois allocates some taxpayer dollars into a LB bank account to support her, and she has to make the very important decision on whether to save it for a real emergency or buy 17 hamburgers.

Okay part of me doesn’t want to make kwami/future hero predictions in case I accidentally come up with something way cooler than what will really happen and then be disappointed, but the other part of me is like hee hoo predikshun. So don’t expect these to actually happen lol.

I won’t talk about Multimouse because we kinda know everything about her, but she looks cute and it’s nice to see two heroes who aren’t super skinny.

The silhouette of Minotaurox in the intro doesn’t offer a lot of insight other than his epic horns. I have no idea what his tool might be. His costume looks to be pretty simple/practical, though, which is in line with Ivan’s character. I heard a theory that his power will be increasing in size, and it makes sense looking at Stoneheart and the pattern of flipping the characters’ flaws on their head, but that sounds kind of boring to me, especially compared to all the other creative abilities.

Tigresse’s silhouette makes me think her design will be awesome. Her tail looks like it might be her tool. It kind of resembles Amethyst’s whip from SU so maybe she can use it to grab things like Ladybug does with her yo-yo. I heard a theory that her power will be invisibility which I support because it takes the flaw that turned Juleka into Reflekta (wanting to be invisible out of insecurity) and makes it powerful like the stealth of a tiger.

From the silhouette, Caprikid looks a bit like a beginner’s Trollhunters cosplay, but I’m sure he’ll be cool. I’ve seen people argue whether he’s Nate or Marc and I’m positive he’s Marc (making Nate CC) so if anyone asks for an explanation I’ll make the comprehensive post on why. He’s holding his tool, and I’ve seen debate over which direction it’s in. If he’s holding it pointed up it looks like a giant calligraphy brush, but I think he’s holding it pointed down and the “brush” is just a decoration on the end. I’ve heard a theory that it’s a shepherd’s cane which is my favorite one. Personal idea here: I’d make his power telekinesis. Pretty basic, but I can imagine it being very useful for the type of scenarios we see in the show without it being OP. I like the idea of using a cane to “shepherd” something through the air. This could reflect Reverser’s desire for control, but flip it to be more collected and useful.

I fully support Coq Courage’s ninja pants, they are simply Correct. It’d be cool if his tool was a bow and arrow, and that seems like a pretty popular theory. The shape to the left of his torso looks like it might be a quiver but it’s probably just his other arm. Thumb rings are used in archery, but what little we’ve seen of the miraculous (disguised on Marinette and Chloe) shows a different type of ring. Still tho. Also get ready for my crazy never-gonna-happen idea: the bow can turn into a hang glider. Roosters can fly, but not super well/freely, which could translate to gliding. It’d add some versatility to the way the heroes move around since a lot of the temporary ones can only run, and it would let him reach places LB might not be able to. I’ve heard a theory that his power will be supersonic voice which could contrast how Nathaniel is bad at communicating and quiet until he gets mad and blows up.

Orikko might be the kwami of illumination. Roosters are associated with the sun and Evillustrator’s power was sourced from light. At first I thought his transformation words might be “sunrise” and “sunset” but someone said the activation code could be “rise and shine” which sounds awesome.

Traquemoiselle, believe it or not, is actually in the intro, she’s just hidden at the very top and only a snippet of the head is showing. All we know is that she has round dog ears. Barrk is surprisingly one of the more fleshed-out kwamis as of now, having a few solid lines of characterization in Furious Fu. Kwamis are usually yin-yang to their holder, so Barrk fits Sabrina perfectly, being loyal yet independent while Sabrina is loyal and an absolute doormat. No clue about her tool. Her power is kinda in the name: tracking. Maybe she can track down some one specific thing of her choice, but maybe she can sniff out akumas. As seen in Dark Owl and Gang of Secrets, Hawkmoth can be creative with akuma placement, so she can probably save the team from some close calls.

I have no theories for the transformation words of the other kwamis. Ziggy or Stompp could include “horns” or “charge” and Roaar “stripes” but I can’t think of any phrase including those words that isn’t too similar to an existing one. There are some phrases based on powers, though, not the animal. Or maybe they’ll just give up and give us another iteration of “Sass, scales slither”.

I think the theme for one of these remaining new heroes might be “assertion”. A lot of them struggle with that as their civilian selves, and the animals that are left can all be associated with independence/dominance, not that the animal traits always play into what the heroes are.

Ok last one, long one: in season 3, Luka’s main traits were “cool and nice” which doesn’t make for an interesting, complex major character, and at first he seemed like the perfect love interest, but from an outside perspective the extent of his kindness is kind of disturbing. I’m hoping they can flip this around and turn it into a character flaw where he has practically no boundaries, and it turns into a problem. Maybe he could agree to run random errands for the background characters for nothing in return, and at first it’s just him being nice, but later people start seeing his help as an obligation. They get peeved when he’s unavailable one day and get akumatized into a “boss rush” of classic akumas, effectively trapping and forcing him to help them. Then Tigresse Pourpe comes and helps save the day, expanding on Juleka and Luka’s relationship. The resolution can teach kids that putting yourself first isn’t necessarily selfish, and that sitting back and letting people take advantage of your kindness isn’t heroic.

There’s probably some stuff I forgot which I can put in a different post later, but lmk if you want a separate post about any of these things in more detail! This was just me rambling out all my new hyperfixation thoughts. Also if anyone uses any of the hypotheticals/scenarios as a prompt I’d love to see it.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous spoilers #miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir #miraculous season 4 #miraculous lb #too lazy to add all the character tags #long post #brain go brrrr

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Fireworks

A/N: Hey! So I’m back with another fic that’s surprisingly not my usual ShieldShock MO. I recently binged Power Rangers RPM and now I’ve joined the fandom, 11 years too late it seems cause the fandom is pretty much dormant/ nonexistent especially here on Tumblr 🤦🏾‍♀️But for anyone who hasn’t seen it, RPM was meant to be the last season of Power Rangers EVER so Disney took ALL the risks and it turned out to be IMO not only the best installment in the 20+ years of the show but some pretty good TV in general! It’s the most adult season they’ve made and with the A1 script and even better acting (Rose McIver, Adelaide Kane, Eka Darville!) it’s hands down SO enjoyable! Anyway, my birthday was on Saturday (#VirgoSZN 🥳) and this self indulgent fic of my new favourite OTP (Dillon x Summer Lansdown) is my gift to myself. It may be hard to follow if you don’t know the show or characters but I hope it’s still an enjoyable read.💜 Gifs by @vakariaan

Title: Fireworks

Pairing: Dillon x Summer Landsdown

Summary: Dillon and Summer finally stop dancing around each other. (Set between the final Venjix battle and the last scenes of Episode 32)

Rating: G

Warnings: Super fluffy and cheesy lol! Lots of direct references to the show.

“That’s three in a row, boys!” Summer Landsdown grinned as she knocked the last striped ball into the top right pocket of the pool table from what seemed like an impossible angle. She blew on the end of her pool stick like it was a smoking gun.

Her teammates Flynn McAllistair and Ziggy Grover were still staring at the cleared table, unable to pick up their jaws off the floor. The blue and green rangers were struggling to understand how they’d suffered yet another defeat at the hands of the yellow bear ranger.

“But that’s not-”

“How did you even-”

Summer handed the pool stick to Ziggy with a smile and took her empty red solo cup from Flynn. She called cheekily over her shoulder as she headed into the kitchen. “Let me know when you’ve had some practice.”

At the punch bowl on the breakfast bar, Summer refilled her cup and grabbed a seat on one of the high stools around it. She took a sip and surveyed the garage.

A week had passed since the Rangers had defeated Venjix. They’d finally cleaned up the destruction in the lab and rebuilt the city’s Command Center, so a night of celebrations and relaxation was in order before they headed off in different directions for the rest of the year. They’d gone all out for the party in true RPM style: lights, garlands, drinks and snacks with music blasting from Flynn’s blue Hummer.

Scott Truman sat with Dr K on the leather couch near the pool table, as Ziggy and Flynn set up a new game of pool. Summer watched with amusement as the red ranger tried to explain the game's objectives, with flagging patience, in response to the good doctor’s endless questions. From a nearby armchair, Tenaya listened intently to the two, raising questions of her own ever so often. Recently freed from Venjix’s control, she was still a little shy and understandably overwhelmed. She kept her distance a bit but was still willing to be involved in the conversation.

The sound of a whirring drill from the left of the garage broke Summer’s focus. She glanced over to see Gem and Gemma working on some kind of experiment as usual if the tangle of wires, bolts and explosives on the aluminium workstation was anything to go by.

Gemma waved excitedly, screwdriver in hand when she caught Summer’s gaze. She shared a knowing smile with the blonde ranger and pointed in the direction of the garage door with an exaggerated wink. Summer blushed and ducked her head in thanks, leaving her cup on the table as she made her way outside.

She found him leaning on the front of the Fury, looking up at the dome’s artificial night’s sky. He was the ultimate picture of the lone wolf black ranger; brows creased in deep thought, arms folded across his broad chest.

Summer was well aware that he knew she was coming closer - enhanced hybrid hearing and all - but she tapped on the hood of the black muscle car anyway to alert him of her presence. They’d been spending a lot more time together since the Rangers’ victory but he still liked to take some time away on his own. She didn’t want to disturb him if he wanted to be alone.

“I thought your brooding days would be over now that you’ve found your sister,” she teased as she stopped in front of the car.

Dillon chuckled as he looked over at her through his dark, shaggy bangs. “This is actually my happy face.”

He extended his arm in a silent invitation for her and she carefully settled next to him on the bonnet of the black muscle car.

“Sometimes,” Dillon began, still focused on the sky, “I look at the moon and the stars here and wonder what the real things are like outside of the dome. It was hard to see it during my time in the Waste Lands but now with Venjix gone, there aren’t any toxic gases to block the view.”

Summer hummed and waited for him to continue.

“The war is over and everyone’s going back to their old lives, but Tenaya and I don’t remember what life was like for us before.” He sighed and looked over at her, “But we do want to find out what the world out there is like without Venjix. We’ll get to know each other, snuff out any remaining factions and try to help hybrids like us who are looking to start over. I mean I wouldn’t call it soul searching, but if we found ourselves out there that would be great too.”

“Oh..” Summer whispered a little deflated, “that... sounds like a good plan.”

Dillon watched as the emotions flashed across Summer’s face till she gave him a half-smile. She could hardly hide her surprise though when he took her hand in his and laced their fingers together.

“But,” Dillon started with his signature smirk, coming around to stand between her legs at the front of the car, “if you’re not in a hurry to go back to life as a princess, I was hoping you’d consider coming too.”

With his free hand, he tucked a stray curl behind her ear, his dark eyes never leaving her bright hazel ones. “With us...With me…Ouch! Hey!”

“That wasn’t funny!” Summer grumbled, smacking him repeatedly on his chest for her momentary distress.

Dillon laughed as he pulled her closer to him, taking her other hand as well to make sure he didn’t get hit again. He leaned his forehead against hers. “So, what do you say?”

Summer couldn’t help the relieved laugh that bubbled up but she wasn’t gonna make it that easy for him. She suppressed a smile as she brushed her nose lightly against his, watching as his long lashes fluttered. “Exploring the world with a rebellious hybrid and his sweet sister? Why would I want to do that?” She challenged playfully.

Dillon knew she was baiting him, teasing him as usual but he was more than willing to bite. He closed the gap between them, sealing their lips with a tentative kiss. When he was certain she wasn’t going to slap him again, he increased the urgency, revelling in her sighs and the feel of her soft lips against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

They’d both been anticipating this moment, having been denied twice recently, so the thought of stopping even for a second seemed ridiculously absurd. Between kisses, the black wolf ranger tried his best to convince Summer.

“Because,” he mumbled against her lips, “even when I have the best intentions... I can’t promise I won’t do anything crazy... And I’m definitely going to get into trouble… But there’s no one else...out there... I’d trust to save me... but you.”

Arms still wrapped around him, Summer hummed as she tried to catch her breath. Dillon took smug satisfaction in the dreamy look on her flushed face when he pulled back.

“I’m in,” Summer smiled and it was Dillon’s turn to breathe a sigh of relief- not that he’d admit it, “but I have one condition,” she added mischievously. “I get to drive the Fury if we ever encounter a tornado — Dillon!”

Summer squealed as he picked her up and spun her around for her cheeky comment. Laughing with her, he set her back down on the car and leaned in for another kiss…

“Get a room!”

“Whipped!”

Scott and Flynn both coughed dramatically as they made their way out of the garage to settle themselves on a lowered wall to their left. Dillon rolled his eyes at their antics while Summer buried her face against his chest in embarrassment.

Tenaya filed out after the rangers, smirking at the couple. “Finally.”

“Really?” Dillon scoffed at his sister, “You too?”

Tenaya shrugged as she crossed in front of them to sit on the ledge with the boys.

“Don’t listen to them,” Ziggy began as he perched himself too close to the couple on the hood of the Fury, oblivious of Dillon’s exasperation. Summer placated his pending outburst with a hand to his chest as Ziggy droned on.

“We’re all happy for you crazy lovebirds. Took you long enough with all those longing looks and flirty lines. Though I’m not really sure how such a grouchy cyborg scored a sunny babe like Summer. N-not that I’ve been looking or anything! You should at least think about coming up for air before you miss the show—Ahh!”

Ziggy let out a shout as Dr K dragged him off the car by his ear and pulled him along to the ledge opposite where the others were sitting. “Ranger Operator Series Green,” she scolded, “Ranger Operators Series Black and Yellow do not require your analysis of their blossoming relationship nor do I believe that they appreciate your close proximity while they engage in a lip lock.”

The gang howled with laughter at her statement, much to the confusion of the young doctor.

“Thanks, doc… I think,” Dillon shook his head, turning in Summer’s arms so that he was facing outward again.

Summer ignored the rising blush on her cheeks and directed her attention at Ziggy. “What show?”

“The light show-”

“-to celebrate our victory!”

Gem and Gemma gushed excitedly as they rushed out to join the others, wearing large headphones and each carrying a detonator.

“A big win-”

“-Requires a big explosion!” The duo cheered, exchanging high-fives.

Dillon wasn’t so convinced as he arched an eyebrow at the Boom Twins. “Right. Because that’s exactly what the traumatized citizens on Corinth need— unexpected explosions.”

“I understand your concern, Ranger Operator Series Black,” Dr K admitted, “and we did take that into consideration when we cleared it with Colonel Truman. By tapping into the new configuration at the Command Centre, we were able to integrate reverberation retention technology into the dome’s shield so when the explosions go off in the biofield, we can redirect the noise elsewhere. It’s similar to the programme used to rid of the stale air in the dome.”

“So we designed it so that everyone can see it,” Gemma began.

“But only we get to hear it go BOOM!” Gem finished, pointing to his headphones.

The silver and gold rangers pushed their buttons without further delay and the team joined with the rest of Corinth as they watched the silent fireworks light up the night’s sky.

Summer rested her chin on Dillon’s shoulder and whispered to him. “I’m going to miss this.”

Dillon looked around at the eccentric bunch. They got on his nerves but they weren’t half bad most of the time. He’d started off as a reluctant teammate - joining only due to Summer’s persuasion - but these people had become trustworthy friends who helped him to fight off the Venjix virus inside of him and find the only family he seemed to have left.

Without them, he wouldn’t have plans to see the new world with the one who made him rethink his Lone Ranger act. He’d tried to keep them all at a distance, but she’d melted his icy heart somehow and cared for him through all of it, even when he seemed to be more machine than man.

Dillon turned to kiss Summer on the cheek. “Me too.”

#power rangers rpm #power rangers #dillon x summer #dillon #rose mciver #scott truman #eka darville #tenaya7 #adelaine kane #flynn mcallistair #ari boyland #ziggy grover #milo cawthorne #dr k #olivia tenet #gem and gemma #yellow ranger #black ranger #summer landsdown

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