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cryptid-killjoy · 5 months

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Frank and Delta's Ball

Feral was open.

Invite Only. Sure. But it unprecedented that Feral let people in that didn't live there. This was first since Feral became... well... Feral.

Delta Castle was decked out. She finally decided I have a ballroom. I'm going to fucking used it and have a god damn ball. Why the fuck not?

People were busy. Friends were vacationing. It was spooky season. Voodooists had feast after feast and celebrations no one could keep up with. Witches, alchemists, magic users of all kinds knew the veil was thin and were in high demand. Busy bees all from necromancers to fortune tellers, mediums, to paranormal investigators. Still, even the Laveaus knew how special the invite was. They were going to take the time to come to Delta's home. Her home. Not just feral. What a thought really. The very idea she was allowing people to bring plus ones was really something else. Though Valerie suspected if anything went wrong Delta would have the last laugh considering at that point whoever fucked with her at that point could never leave. So it was a pretty trusting giving situation all things considering.

Valerie was dressed like a daughter of October, her hair all flouncy She didn't have many chances to truly wear big extravagant dresses aside from the theater, but it really depended on the show. Most everyone would come in through Figaro's bus except Valerie and Thomas. They'd be the only one's who didn't. They'd get a personal escort from Tree. He'd show up for them and give them a ride in his branches up the mountainside to the castle, an Ent-Walk if you will, the VIP service. The best part would be Valerie noticing Tree had a bow tie on down around his lower trunk. He dressed for the occasion.

"Looking handsome, my friend. Looking good. I missed you."

Going through the doors of the castle everyone would be given a gift bag with party favors. There'd be a keychain inside that said Stay Feral. It was starting to be Delta's little catch phrase when she showed face on tv or podcasts. She didn't do a lot of PR as she wasn't much into that sort of thing, but it did happen. She and Frank did go out sometimes and they'd get approached.

The place would be packed too. Valerie hadn't expected it to be quite so populated considering what she heard of Feral, but Delta invited a large amount of fae from the other realm. They all came in from the hidden tree door in her childhood bedroom. The portal had always been there and it was getting more use now than ever before. She was slowly getting to know her homeland even when she wasn't there just by Diablo's shared mind with Maleficent. Then when she did make visits the puzzle pieces would mold together so much faster. She could learn at advanced speeds.

By the time anyone from the outside got there the fae were dancing and it would look like a full party. Where was the music coming from? That's what Delta wanted to know.

The DJ booth was empty. How long could it play on it's own? She should have known better than to hire a cat. Where the Hell was that cat now? At the buffet again. Of course. Right next Zero. "Cheshire. What are you doing?"

Chess pointed at Zero. "He wanted a bone. So I had to eat until I found the right one to throw to him. He's very patient. A very good dog."

There was a whole plate full of eaten meat with just the bones left piled up high at least a foot on it next to him. She glared at the plate.

"These are soup bones. Not throwing bones."

"Mhm. That's nonsense."

"I know. I can't believe there's not been one good throwing bone in all this buffet yet. You should really talk to the chef and get a refund."

"I. Am. The. Chef." Delta said through gritted teeth.

"I see. My. My. Well, now we know why Daddy went out of business, don't we?"

"Get back in the booth, CHESS!"

"Touchy. Touchy." Then she really just laughed as she disappeared into curls and swirled herself back into the DJ booth.

Delta looked at the plate and there was Zero staring at her. Delta rolled her eyes and threw them all right at him. Bones scattered all over the floor. At least Chess was good for rave effects all wrapped up in a furball. But, she really did need her to stay at the booth, at least until after the dance with her girls. She needed her to be ready in case she signaled because there wasn't a set time for it. She was going to wait till everyone was ready. Plus, no one in weird costumes or big dresses was dancing in that shit. They had to do a quick change up for it first. She needed the DJ to pay attention. After she could slack.

Funny enough Zero wasn't the "dog" there. Willem had brought Slippery with them so there was a real dog that was pretty happy about that pile of thrown ribs.

Then in the most random thought Delta tilted inspired by the bones. She walked up to the DJ booth and requested, "Bone Thrower by Revolution Smile." It was exactly ball room music, but this was her ball. What did people expect? Knowing the lyrics by heart as outsiders started to pour in it almost felt fitting. It wasn't an ode to the outsiders she invited. But, it sure was an ode to the outside world right now. Fuck everyone but the people she allowed here. Her weird ass quirky misfits and monsters, even the annoying ones like Chess.

The rocker in Valerie's heart walked in during this with Thomas smiling, like fuck yeah. The lights were all over the place. This place was kick ass. She didn't even know Chess was going to be here. Her smile widened when she noticed her at the DJ booth. "Look love. It's Chess."

Then there was Bas and Maddy. They lived right downstairs and would arrive right after their vacay just in time. So, they didn't have far to get here. All they had to do was come up their lighted steps.

Bastien would have taken some of the good stuff tonight and the lights were tripping him out. Everything was messing with his senses and he was lost in a world of his own and that included the bass and his wife's skin and perfume in the middle of the dance floor.

For those than can see he gargoyles they'd be all three be sitting on their rears in chairs with their arms over the ledges glasses on, or half cocked and crooked on their heads giving people nods and peace signs who walked by. Even his voices were high.

Then there's going to be Kuzco. The man has no shame. Ball? Were they supposed to get dressed up? Shrugs. All he knew was there was music and costumes allowed. This guy never wore anything normal. He shows up in ALF costume, but not just any Alf costume. It was a plastic horrid 80's kid's costume with the wretched masks that cut your face and no one could ever breathe in.

He managed to get a hold of the largest size possible, but it still didn't fit him even though he was a pretty small guy. Almost but no cigar. So he cut the legs and wore it like a poncho over his clothes. He'd say, "Here kitty kitty to Chess" way too many times all night since Alf liked to eat cats and not in the sexy way.

Willem and Nutmeg were in a circle of fae dressed as fauns comparing their fake horns to people with real horns having loads of fun with it. Everyone was hamming it up loving sharing the concept with each other. Imitation was flattery. They did feel flattered.

While all this was going on Figaro was getting a round of passengers to haul up. Koda and Elsa being in the round coming up. Koda invited his uncle to come along but he passed on the situation this time. Maybe next time if Delta let people in again. If this went well who knew? Dale and Scout were also in this batch and if GoGo was accepted an invitation to come with Scout she would too. The triplets and the Savanne kids were being babysat by Caim's people this time. Jules had a bunch of kids despite the exterior lack of responsibility. Tray assured them no he could handle it. If the halfling could handle a coven of vampires, and survive Hell as half human, he could handle a few pups and a couple zombies. They were going to be alright with Unkie Jules and Tray. Scout was a little disappointed her buddy Tray wouldn't be with her this round, but he insisted she go since Feral was going to be full of all her old friends. She needed this.

Babyface, Black Arts, Ellie, and Nebby on this ride in too. The bus was getting pretty stoked to go on up to the castle. Dale couldn't sit down with his Barbie Box on so he put it in the seat next to him. So, he'd be sitting there with his hair nice and gelled and his crop top on when he noticed Ellie and Babyface loading the bus and talking to whoever they were with. He assumed that was the fam he kept talking about but his brain didn't go that far yet too excited with, "ELLIE!" He stood up and went running down the aisle.

First hug.

Second smile.

"God damn. Fuck you for staying away so long. Fuck you both."

Scout waved from behind him a seat over.

"He means that in the most loving way possible."

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thechaosmuses · 1 year

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◈ ━ share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing

↓ ━ have you had any bad experiences with roleplaying?

☾ ━ how many pets do you own? if none, what kind of animals do you like?

mun related (I'm gonna answer the headcanon one last because it's long-)

(1) have you had any bad experiences with roleplaying?; I have, yeah, I could go on and on about a whole bunch of stuff that happened when I first got back into it back in June '21 but for the sake of my own sanity I won't go deep into anything, but it was a very wild two months I'll just say that. But I came out of it with a couple of really great friends and a long-lost love for roleplaying and creating oc's and world building in a Discord server. Like the fictional town we have is just.. ah I love it. Also, when I came back to Tumblr I had someone from that wild two months who to sum it up is just not a good person decide to make call-out posts about me and my two best friends so that wasn't a good time at all. (2) how many pets do you own? if none, what kind of animals do you like?; I have two dogs, a golden retriever named Marley who if you've seen Marley & Me is basically that dog in real life. And a Siberian husky named Demon who ironically is not named after the dog from Snow Dogs but is very similar to him. Demon is named Demon because I was reading a list of husky names off to my parents and said "Damon" and they heard "Demon" and well, here we are 5 years later- But I do love dogs, I always have, even when I was a baby- and I love wolves also, and foxes and tigers, especially white tigers- and I do love cats too, I just have a preference for dogs but I would happily own both-

(3) share some headcanons that you have for a muse of your choosing; Oh man it's really hard to choose just one- or even just a few but I've got a few in mind-

Okay, one sorta headcanon I have about Dustin Henderson that I've been meaning to mention is that I love the idea of him having only sisters, whether older or younger- he's got two older ones in separate verses of mine, Valerie ofc but in one Elie ( @theolderh3nderson ) and in another Lydia ( @heldheart ) and as far as they're all concerned, they are canon for him. But more than that I think him having only sisters plus an absent father for whatever reason is what makes him gravitate towards Steve and Eddie because while he loves and adores his sisters there's just some things he needs a father/brother figure for.

And just cause they're on my mind now, some headcanons I have about the Original Hybrid Triplets; Erik, Klaus and Kareena Mikaelson (I've had them on Discord for a while so I am very attached to them)

The triplets are pretty close and while Klaus had the privilege of being able to dagger his other siblings, he couldn't dagger them, so they have spent quite a lot of time together.

Erik and Klaus aren't quite identical, they do have a few slight differences though it's not anything people notice unless they really know them or are paying close attention, so they often get mistaken for one another. While that's fine for Klaus since Erik is the total opposite of him and is and always has been considered the "good brother", it's not always a good time for Erik as his brother has made thousands of enemies over the centuries. And Kareena is often the one people seem to forget exists though she doesn't really mind. She's not quite as intense as Klaus but she's definitely not as good as Erik, she's somewhere right in the middle, leaning a little more Klaus' way, especially when it comes to protecting her family.

Kareena actually left her family behind in the 1960s and 70s when she unexpectedly fell in love with a werewolf girl but in 1975 she came back to their shared home to find the love of her life had been killed. She still isn't sure who did it or why- whether it was a hunter, a robbery turned murder, an enemy of her family's, or one of her family members, possibly even Mikael. She spent the next two years before returning to her family trying to find out who had killed her lover but all she left was a trail of blood instead.

Erik also fell in love a few times over the years though he's always ultimately chosen his family over them. There's only been one person he considered staying for but that was back in the 1920's and they'd made the decision for him when he returned to their apartment to say he was going to stay, and they were already gone. (Also in the Discord server with my darlin' @chaos-awakens , Erik also falls in love with Caroline however he takes a step back for his brother, but they eventually reunite years later and end up together and they're relationship is just the cutest fucking thing and he's the sweetest stepdad to Josie and Lizzie)

#[the chaos muses mun answers;]#[karateliars]#[about the mun]#[st muse; dustin henderson // headcanons]#[the hybrid triplets; erik kare & klaus // headcanons]

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arashikitten · 4 years

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“I am Danny Phantom”

Who knew that four words were all it took to turn someone’s entire life on its head? Well, Valerie knew, her father being fired and her subsequently being dropped by the A-listers proved that, but....

Danny Fenton. The small, quiet, funny, space-obsessed, sleep-deprived, nervous guy who slept in class, made puns out of everything, her boyfriend... was Phantom. The ghost who had ruined her life, who was a menace to the town, who had committed several crimes including kidnapping the mayor. They were the same person.

Her suit was on before she could blink, guns powering up and aimed at Phantom- Fenton- Danny.

“One reason. Give me one. Goddamned. Reason why I shouldn’t put a hole in your head.” Everything was red. She felt nothing but the blood in her veins turning into fire, only heard the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. It would be so, so easy to turn this... this monster into a pile of ectoplasm. All it would take was one little blast...

“Because it was an accident.”

Silence. It rang in her ears like a gunshot, quieting the pounding of her heart like the forest before the storm. Where her anger was once fiery red, now it was cold, calm blue, freezing everything in her path.

“What?” Her voice sounded flat, no hint of anger, and yet the ghost shuffled back slightly, wringing it’s... his hands nervously. (Somewhere in the back of her mind, a part of her recognized that was a habit of Fentons, that Danny- no, Fenton has been doing that earlier. Valerie shut that thought down before it reached farther into her head.)

“It was an accident. That ghost dog... Cujo, he- he was, um, looking for his- his toy because he’d been euthanized by Axion labs after they got the, uh, new security systems. He was just loking for his toy.”

“Then why were you there, spook?”

A pause. He was wringing his hands again. It caught her off guard slightly, how... human he looked. If you took away the glow and bright white hair, he could’ve easily passed as a normal highschooler. (That’s because he is human, part of her mind screeched at her. That’s your boyfriend for fucks sake, it said. Again, she shut it out.)

“I can sense them. The ghosts, I mean. Whenever one shows up, there’s this sort of... smoke, kinda, that I breathe. And that’s how I know if one’s around. So that night, when- when Cujo showed up, I sensed him and went to check it out. I never meant to get your father fired, or to- to fuck the place up as bad as I did. I’m sorry.”

Anger bubbled up in her again. He thought- he really fucking thought that a simple damned apology fixed that? Hell no! He’d screwed over her entire life, got her father fired, committed several crimes, and he thought a simple ass ‘I’m sorry’ would fix it?

She took aim, charging up her blasters.

“I don’t care if you’re sorry. You’re a ghost, a crook, and a thief. And I’ll be doing the whole world a favor by getting rid of you.”

Her blasters were charged up. All it would take now was for her to-

“Then do it.”

Valerie almost dropped her blaster. Had- had she heard that right? She stared at Phantom.

He was rooted to the spot, arms down by his sides, eyes scrunched shut. He was still in his ghost form, but he wasn’t levitating.

What in the hell?

“What do you mean ‘then do it’?” You’re not- you’re not even gonna try to fly off?”

“No.”

“Why?”

At that, Danny- no, Phantom opened his eyes. He looked, scared. Sad. Like he had seen a massacre, or a war.

“A couple of weeks ago... when- when we were about to take the CAT... I- well I got the answer key to the test. And... I wasn’t in a great place, mentally, at the time. I mean, I’m still not, but... it was different, in a way. But basically, what, well, what happened was that I was so stressed out, because I was trying to protect the town and my friends from ghosts, and my parents were just getting worse about trying to hunt me down, and my grades are already shit, and Mr. Lancer kept saying that this test would determine my future and I just...” Danny stopped, shaking and hugging himself. He looked.... Valerie didn’t think she’d ever seen him look this distraught, as Phantom or Fenton. It made something in her chest tighten, made her stomach twist.

“I... I had the answers. And I was already so worried about... well, everything, that I decided to cheat. I figured that maybe I could just do it one time, and then that’d be it, you know? But... of course, of course, it couldn’t be that simple.” Now he sounded... tired. Worn, and not in a good way, more like a war veteran disallusioned with the world. (Something in Valerie told her that maybe this was the real Danny, the part of him he refused to show anyone. The tired fighter who wanted nothing more than to be able to go to sleep without worrying if he was going to wake up with a gun pointed at him.. or if he would wake up at all.)

“Essentially what happened was that Sam, Tucker and I got sort of... teleported about ten years into the future, and... apparently me cheating on one stupid test leads to the end of the world, because Mr. Lancer would find out that I had cheated and would call a meeting with my parents at the Nasty Burger, which would then blow up and kill my friends and family.” Danny was shaking now, arms wrapped around himself as though he was trying to protect himself from his own words.

“That, in turn, lead to me tearing the ghost part out of me, which then proceeded to fuse with Vla- the Wisconsin Ghost. When- well, when that happened, it- drove my ghost half.... I-insane. And then he was killing people all over and... and I- I killed people in that timeline! I did the- the one thing I said I would never fucking do, and I killed someone.”

Danny was on his knees now, quietly sobbing. His black hair (when had he turned back?) shone in the sun.

Valerie was rooted to the spot. How in the hell did someone deal with that? Fuck, how in the hell would someone deal with any of this? In the span of about thirty minutes, Valerie had discovered that not only was her boyfriend dead, but was the town’s widely considered hero and had apparently fought an evil version of his future self and had almost seen all of his friends and family die.

And, to top it all off, he’d discovered that not only were his own parents hunting him, but she was too. Valerie felt sick.

Jesus. Just how much shit had she put him through? Fuck- was that why he was so nervous about telling her he was Phantom? Granted she was still pissed at him, but not for the Cujo thing. Not really.

“Danny.” He looked up at her, and she felt something in her chest break at just how scared and sad he looked. Was this the sort of shit he had to deal with every damn day? All that fear, over being hunted, or experimented on, or getting everyone he loved killed- was this how he felt all the time?

Slowly, Valerie stepped towards him and knelt down. Her eyes never left his.

“Danny. I care... so, so much about you. You... you were the first person to really give a shit about me, after the A-listers dropped me.”

Immediately he tensed, and distress filled his eyes.

“I’m-“

“Nope, don’t, stop. You’re not apologizing. Not right now. Maybe later. Not fucking now.”

He fell silent, eyes wide and searching. Still scared, still tense.

“You love space, and puns. Your favorite video game is Doom 4 even though you’ve never won. Your favorite subject is science, you’ve always wanted a dog, and you doodle in the margins of your paper when your bored.” Valerie paused.

Danny seemed to be noticeably more relaxed, as he was no longer gripping his knees so hard that his knuckles (how had she not noticed the scars? They weren’t exactly small.) were white. Good.

“You adore your mom and dad, even if they embarrass you all the time. You look up to your sister more than anyone on the planet, even if you don’t act it. You don’t make friends often, but when you do you stick with them through hell or high water. You’re incredibly smart when it comes to science and math, even if you have bad grades. And above all, you care so much about bathe people around you. You sacrifice everything, your grades, your relationships, your time, to help people who you think need it. And that applies to phantom and Fenton.”

He was crying again. But this time, there was a small, shaky sort of smile there, one that said something like this was looong overdue.

Slowly, Valerie recalled her suit, and wrapped her arms around Danny in a loose hug. He hugged back burying his face into her shoulder as he shook.

They would be okay. They’d figure it out, eventually.

But for now, they just enjoyed the relief in each other.

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Aaaaand that’s a wrap folks! Part three is finally here! Not gonna lie, I wrote this in the span of about two and a half hours on mobile from 9 to about 11:20 pm, so apologies if there are any inconsistencies.

That being said, I would like to do a poll. I have about 120 followers and I was wondering if I should write something special for y’all once I reach 150. So, would you rather I write:

1) a Danny phantom/Rise of the Guardians crossover,

2) a Danny Phantom TUE! Au fic,

3) part 3 of my Glass ghost au?

Comment your choice below and have a happy weekend or whatever.

#danny phantom #valerie gray #gray ghost #gray ghost is my ship and i will go down with it.#seriously #also please get these two some fucking therapy #especially danny #like good god #danny and valerie should’ve been endgame #danny phantom angst #danny phantom fic

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embeanwrites · 4 years

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Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Time seemed to be moving as slowly as possible as I fidgeted at my desk. I managed to review my syllabus and how many students had signed up for my course. It was late to be added to the list of available classes, but it was already ¾’s of the way full. 45 students so far, which meant 45 papers and tests to grade each time.

I ate my packed lunch closer to 5, I lost track of time and honestly forgot I brought it. Ever since undergrad I’ve struggled with eating 3 meals at appropriate times of day. As I was eating a couple of my colleagues passed my office door, laughing together. I quickly looked down at my food and felt my eyes tear up. I missed my old friends and I couldn’t help but feel lonely here.

I finished eating and checked the time, 6:25. I logged off my computer, grabbed my bag headed, and towards the DPD.

It was a pretty uneventful walk, but it nonetheless interesting to see the changes Detroit had gone through. Androids were walking around freely, and it made my heart so happy. I reached the DPD at 6:40 and Connor was already waiting for me outside. I was surprised to see he was wearing a plain jacket and beanie rather than his usual formal wear.

“Hey, Connor! What are you doing out here? I thought we were meeting inside.” I said as I walked up to him, shoving my hands in my jean pockets.

“Hank said you have the tendency to arrive early and I figured it would be easier for me to come outside and wait for you.” I looked at Connor, wishing his beanie wasn’t covering his LED.

“Let me guess, dad didn’t want me yelling at Detective Reed, so he told you to keep me outside.” I said, raising my eyebrows. He looked sheepishly down at his feet.

“Yes, but I believe Detective Reed will be at Jimmy’s Bar tonight anyway. So, I’m unsure of what the point is of keeping you two apart.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m not going to fight him every time I see him, but I will call him out on his bullshit. Let’s get going I’m sure Tina is already waiting.”

Me and Connor walked into Jimmy’s Bar and I immediately noticed Tina and Chris in a booth in the back.

“Hey guys!” I said walking over with Connor trailing behind me.

“(Y/n)!” Tina exclaimed as she got up and gave me a big hug. “I’ve missed you! I’m so happy you’re back!”

“It’s good to see you too! I’m glad to be back, Detroit has changed so much!” Tina released me from the hug and gestured for me to sit next to her in the booth. Connor sat next to me. Leaving poor Chris with two empty spaces next to him.

“Wow, I see how it is you two!” Chris said with a smirk as I giggled.

“I’m sure others are coming, right? You won’t be alone all the way over there for long.” I said as I motioned for Jimmy, who was wiping down the bar. “Hey, can I get a whiskey and ginger ale? Jameson if you have it.” Jimmy nodded and started making the drink.

“Wow, you are still just like your dad.” Tina said with a laugh.

“I’m pretty sure my dad drinks it straight.” I said as Jimmy dropped off the drink. I immediately took a sip. “So, who all are we waiting on?”

“Gavin said he was coming. I invited Officer Person and Wilson, but they rarely come.” Tina said. “Speak of the devil.” She whispered as Gavin walked towards us and took a seat next to Chris. He already had a beer in his hand.

“Well, well, well looks like Tin Can’s new friend is back.” He laughed while taking a sip.

“Well, well, well looks like the asshole is back.” I shot back.

“Guys come on. Just kiss and makeup. I’m not dealing with this all night.” Tina said with a groan.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry I hurt your feelings pipsqueak.” Gavin said with a smirk, I wanted to get angry, but I knew that was exactly what he wanted so I shrugged my shoulders and took another sip of my drink. There was a short awkward silence until Connor broke it.

“(Y/n) likes cats.” I shot a look at Connor. What a random thing to bring up.

“I have three cats.” Gavin said looking at me. I immediately felt excited. I hadn’t been able to hang out with anyone’s cats since moving back to Detroit, but I quickly remembered that this was Gavin Reed.

“That’s cool.” I answered shortly. I could tell Connor was growing more and more uncomfortable. “So, Chris are you still working towards becoming a detective?” I turned my glance towards Chris, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Gavin frown.

“Yeah, I’m getting closer. I’ve been shadowing when I can. Hopefully at the next quarterly review Fowler will promote me.” Chris smiled. Tina had told me during one of our short phone conversations that Chris was working really hard to become a police detective.

“You’ve been extremely helpful and resourceful during mine and Hank’s investigations. I’m sure it won’t be long until you’re a detective.” Connor said, Gavin muttered something under his breath, but I couldn’t make it out.

“Thanks Connor. I hope you’re right.” There was another awkward silence as we all took another drink. I had a feeling that if me and Connor weren’t here, they would be laughing and having fun. I shouldn’t have antagonized Gavin or maybe I just shouldn’t have said yes. I quickly finished my drink and waved for Jimmy to bring me another.

“You should pace yourself, (Y/n).” Connor said as I grabbed the next drink and took a sip.

“Connor, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“What are you drinking?” Gavin asked.

“Jameson and ginger ale. I don’t know what it’s called. I get it pretty much every time I go out. It’s pretty good.” Gavin nodded and waved for Jimmy.

“Can I get one of what she’s having?” Jimmy nodded, luckily it was a Tuesday afternoon so there weren’t too many patrons.

“You could’ve just tried mine.” I said as Jimmy sat the drink down.

“Nice offer, pipsqueak, but I’d rather swap spit with you in a different way.” He said with a wink as I groaned.

“Come on, Gavin. Can you just not for ten minutes?” Tina asked while rolling her eyes.

“Hey! She’s the one who offered!” Gavin responded with a smirk.

“To let you try my drink, not to make out.” I felt Connor tense up next to me, he must not have realized what ‘swapping spit’ means. “Anyway, Tina, what's been going on with you? We haven’t had much of a chance to talk since coming back.”

“Things are good. Working too much at the DPD and spending time with Valerie. She wanted to come tonight, but she got caught up with work.” I nodded.

“She’s a lawyer, right?” Tina laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, it makes for interesting conversations between us.” I couldn’t help but grimace.

“Well, at least you don’t have everyone labeling you as a radical. None of my colleagues will even talk to me.” Maybe Connor was right, I had too much too fast and now I was over sharing and sad.

“Your views are hardly radical, (Y/n). It’s not like you’re inciting violence.” Chris said. I looked at him and gave him a small smile.

“What even are your views?” Gavin asked as he took another drink.

“Androids and humans are equal and should be treated as such.” I answered quickly. Gavin nodded slowly.

“You’d think more people would agree with you since Markus’s peaceful protests.” Tina said. I sighed.

“Guys this is making me sad, let’s talk about anything else.” After I said that Connor immediately stood up.

“(Y/n), it’s getting late we should leave.” I looked at my watch. I was about to tell him it was barely 8 o’clock, but I figured he must have been getting uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

“So soon?” Tina asked, flashing me puppy dog eyes.

“I promise we’ll hang out soon. Maybe I can throw a movie night at my place some time.” I said while standing up next to Connor. “It was nice catching up,” I gave a small wave. “and it was nice meeting you in a less angry setting, Gavin.” Connor started walking towards the door and I quickly followed after giving Jimmy a twenty-dollar bill. Before walking out the door I heard Tina say something to Gavin.

“Why are you blushing?”

“May I walk you home?” Connor asked as I drew my cardigan closer to me, I was surprised I felt cold, it was July.

“Sure.” I used my head to motion which way we would be walking, and we were off.

“I’m sorry.” Connor said softly.

“There’s nothing to apologize about. I had fun tonight.” Connor stopped and looked at me with a worried look across his face.

“No, I wasn’t completely honest. Detective Reed asked me to try to help ease a conversation between you two. I believe he felt bad for insulting Nines in front of you.” I looked at Connor and shook my head.

“Connor, don't worry about it. I could kind of tell by your “(Y/n) likes cats” comment.” I gave him a smile, hoping it would ease him. I guess it did because we continued walking.

“I’m glad you’re not mad at me.” I laughed.

“Connor, it takes a lot for me to get mad.”

“What happened between you and Hank then?” He asked softly. We were still about five minutes away from my apartment, there was no way I could smoothly avoid the question. I sighed.

“It’s complicated. I already didn’t see him as much because the divorce between him and my mom was messy. After he remarried and they had Cole I saw them maybe twice a year. When Cole died my mom had just fallen in love and decided that we should move, so we did that. Our phone number and address changed, and I just never heard from him. My mom talked to him a couple times a year, but not me.” I could feel tears threatening to spill over. “I was so mad. I felt bad that Cole had passed away, but I was his child too and he never…he just never tried to reconnect with me. I was angry and bitter and that just grew.”

“What changed?” He asked just as softly as I had been talking. I hadn’t even realized how quiet I was being.

“My mom passed away three years ago, and I was tired of being alone. After I heard about dad’s role in the android revolution, I felt we had enough in common that we could try to rebuild our relationship.” I looked over at Connor as he nodded gently. We were rounding the corner of my apartment complex.

“Thank you for opening up to me. I’ve learned that it can be difficult for some people.”

“Yeah, but it felt nice talking about it with someone. I’m not even sure dad knows that my mom passed away. Thank you for walking me home, Connor. I’ll see you on Friday.” I walked into the lobby and waved goodbye. He mirrored my wave and began walking back to dad’s place.

I walked up three flights of stairs and unlocked my apartment. I turned on the lights and sat my purse down. I’ve tried everything to make my apartment less sad and more comfortable, but tonight it feels too dark and too bare.

#gavin reed x reader #gavin reed #detroit become human #rk800connor #fan fiction #x reader #dbh #tina chen #hank anderson

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mischiefandspirits · 4 years

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Doppelgänger (4/?)

Previously on Doppelgänger ~ Masterlist ~ Next time on Doppelgänger

Danny, Sam, and Tucker were just 14 when they took a look inside the portal Danny’s parents had built. From there, everything changed. They woke up with white hair, green skin, and powers they could learn to control. They were hybrids, halfas.

They were the hero Doppelgänger.

{Shades of Gray}

“Thanks, but I'll pass,” Valerie scoffed.

The trio’s ghost senses went off and Sam turned away from the popular girl. I got it. “Same.”

Danny opened his Space Fold while Tucker distracted Valerie, dropping the thermos into Sam’s waiting hand before she climbed onto her scooter to ride off.

“Are you sure you don’t want an-”

“I’m sure,” she scoffed, shoving Tucker away. “Get lost.”

Suddenly the ground began to shake and the ghost dog burst from the ground.

Danny gasped and ducked to the side as Valerie’s dresser was knocked over. His eyes flickered red as he used a bit of ghost strength to catch it before it could fall into the street.

“Wow, nice catch, loser.”

Danny quickly pushed the dresser upright and let go of his ghost power before Valerie came into view. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Thanks, I think.”

“No, thank you.” She looked over the dresser, sighing with relief. She turned to him with a critical eye. “You’re stronger than you look.”

Danny didn’t get a chance to answer before he was plowed over by a ghost puppy.

“Danny!”

As Danny groaned and rubbed his head, the puppy yapped and licked his cheek. He looked up to see it prancing on his chest with its little flame tail wagging. He turned to Tucker and Valerie, who were staring. “Uh, help?”

“Got it,” Sam said, appearing at his side to scoop up the dog by its collar.

The dog immediately started growling and Sam dropped it as it grew into its giant form. Danny scrambled away, but it kept its eyes on the ghost girl.

She flew back as it snapped at her, holding her hands up. “Easy there!”

It crouched down, hackles raised and Sam prepared her ecto blasts.

Without thinking, Danny opened his Space Fold and the dog disappeared inside.

Sam hesitated, glanced at Danny, then shook her fist. “And stay gone!”

“You!” Valerie growled. “Whatever you are, get out of here! You and you're stupid dog have done enough!”

Sam scowled back. “The dog’s not ours. We’re a cat person.”

Danny frowned. I object.

Overruled, Tucker and Sam both said.

“We?” Valerie asked.

Sam gestured to herself. “We.”

“You’re referring to yourself as we? What a weirdo.”

“And here we were about to apologize for what happened to the lab,” Sam snorted and turned invisible. “Nevermind. Have a nice life.”

“You little freak!”

Danny and Tucker shared a look as Danny got up. “Well, I gotta go. Uh, my parents. They’ll want to know about the, uh, ghost sighting.”

“Ghosts?” Valerie asked as he went to his scooter. “Oh my gosh! Those were ghosts?”

“Yeah, hence the whole flying and invisibility and stuff,” Danny said before riding off.

“Why does he need to tell his parents?”

“Oh, Danny’s parents are professional ghost hunters. Kind of,” Tucker said awkwardly. “Didn’t you know?”

“No.” She watched the paler boy turn the corner then turned to Tucker with a flirtatious smile. “Is that offer of help still good?”

“Y-yeah, absolutely!”

“Where’s Tucker?” Sam asked as she met Danny in human form.

He shrugged. Tuck?

I’ll catch up!

The two rolled their eyes.

“How long do you think he’s going to be hanging around her until he realizes she’s not interested?”

“Too long,” Sam said and the two sent off. “Now, why’d you send the dog to the fold? I could have taken it.”

Danny shrugged. “You were going to blast it. You can’t blast a dog.”

“It’s not a dog, it’s a ghost.” She looked over at him with narrowed eyes. “We can’t keep him, Danny.”

“I don’t want to keep him. He’s a menace. I just don’t want to see him blasted.”

“Is that why you didn’t send him to the ghost zone?”

“I did,” Danny huffed. “He just got back out.”

“And now he’s trashing the fold.”

Danny tilted his head. “I don’t think he is. It’s quiet inside.”

“Whatever. You better not have anything of mine in there.”

Danny bit his lip. Did he return that spider plushy he’d borrowed from Sam to use as a pillow last week? “Maybe I should check on him.”

He ignored her glare as he slipped into an alley. After being sure no one could see him, he poked his head into the fold. Thankfully it hadn’t found the plushie, though it was chewing on the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick in its puppy form.

The dog looked up at him and started wagging its tail, so he quickly pulled his head out. “He’s good.”

Sam shook her head. “You’re lucky Audrey II’s not in there anymore.”

“Oh yeah, how’re the Fenton Shears working?”

“Perfect. Strangely enough, she actually likes to be pruned.”

“Yap!”

The two turned to see the ghost dog’s head sticking out of empty air. It gave a dog-smile before its head was replaced by paws making digging motions. Slowly a hole in the air formed, revealing the Space Fold. The dog jumped through the hole and into Danny’s arms.

“Woah!”

“I guess we know how it’s getting out of the Ghost Zone now,” Sam said, looking between the hole and the dog.

“Bad Cujo, no digging,” Danny said, shifting the dog into one arm and waving a finger in its face.

“Don’t name it!” Sam snapped. Then flinched back when the dog started to growl at her.

“No, no, it’s okay. Sam’s a friend.” Danny scratched the dog under its chin and it relaxed.

“You’re getting attached.”

“Am not.” Danny grabbed the edge of the hole and pulled it closed. “I’m just trying to keep it from hulking out.”

Sam made a disbelieving sound and knelt so she could see the dog better without getting closer. “It’s got the Axion Labs logo on its collar.”

“What? Oh yeah, I saw that earlier. It must have slipped my mind after the rampage.”

She transformed and lifted off the ground. “That’s the first place he hit. Maybe there’s something there that could help us get rid of him. He could be an old guard dog. We’ll check it out. Keep him calm.”

“Why me?”

Sam stuck her hand towards him and the dog started growling.

“Alright, fair. But what do I do with him?”

“Train him? Play with him? Take him for a walk? Ghost dog or not, he's still a dog… We think. Good luck!”

Danny glared as she flew off, then looked down at the dog. “Guess it’s just you and me… Wanna take a walk through the ghost zone?”

Cujo gave a yap and wiggled in his arms excitedly.

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“I think I’m actually going to miss him. The look on Skulker’s face when he stole his leg was priceless.”

“What did I say about getting attached?”

Tucker rolled his eyes as he walked invisibly across the outside of a warehouse. “We still can’t believe this was all over a squeaky toy.”

“Just be glad I took care of it before something really bad happened,” Sam said.

An explosion just missed Tucker, who darted away with a yelp.

“TUCKER?”

He turned to see a woman in full-body red hazmat standing on a hoverboard holding a grenade launcher. He took off, but she followed. “We might need some help. There’s a girl here with a really big gun and she’s not setting off our ghost sense.”

“I’m not far. I’ll be there in a second,” Danny said and hung up.

“A human hunter? And it’s not Danny’s mom?” Sam asked.

“Nope. And she can see us while we’re invisible.”

A blast flew past him.

“Her aim isn’t good though. Can’t be our mom then, her aim is scary,” Danny and Tucker said as Danny came near.

Tucker turned a corner and Danny was there, raising a shield as the hunter threw a handful of throwing stars. Only a few made it to them, and even then they bounced off the shield.

“What? There’s two of you?” the hunter said, pulling to a stop.

“Duplication,” they said, shrugging.

“Wait? Is that Valerie?” Sam asked.

“Valerie?” they said, surprised.

The hunter flinched back. “How did y- It doesn’t matter. I’m ending you.”

The two shared a look, then Tucker held out his hand toward the hoverboard.

Nothing happened.

“Ugh, technokinesis proof,” they groaned.

She fired the grenade launcher at them and the shield shattered.

The two groaned as they pulled themselves out of their shared crater. “We can’t fight her, we’ll hurt her. She doesn’t seem to care about hurting us. Don’t we have a crush on her? Not anymore. We hate technokinesis proof tech. Well, at least some good came out of this. Now go.”

Tucker glared, but dove into the ground while Danny flew past the girl.

She took the bait and chased after the faster of the halfas, letting Tucker slip away.

As soon as his partner was safe, Danny waved at Valerie then began flying through buildings until the hunter, unable to go intangible, lost him.

{Fanning the Flames}

“I think we’re the only ones in the whole school who aren’t obsessed with Ember,” Tucker said as they passed yet another of their classmates wearing the rocker’s swag.

“I don’t get it!” Danny said with a frown. “She comes outta nowhere and suddenly she’s the biggest thing since iPhones! It’s so -”

“Infuriating how mindless pre-packaged corporate bubble gum is preventing true musical artists from being heard?” Sam interrupted.

“I was gonna say weird, but, uh, okay.”

“I’m with Sam. She’s okay, but there are way better groups out there who don’t get anywhere near enough spotlight.”

“We’re not listening to your Swedish pop-techno music,” Sam said. “I’d rather listen to -”

The trio stopped as they came to a school hallway that had been vandalized with posters, stickers, and banners for Ember McLain.

“Ember.”

Paulina came up to them wearing an Ember shirt with matching pants. She looked at Sam and scoffed. “Nice earrings. Sale at the 89 cent store?”

Sam’s hand came up to the Fenton Phones she was wearing. Danny’s parents had invented them to filter out spectral noise, but they also worked as wireless headphones and long-range communicators. The trio had taken to using them during lone patrols and ghost fights that separated them enough that their link couldn’t reach. While the boys only really wore them then, Sam wore them often since she thought they made great techno-goth earrings.

She dropped her hand and gave the popular girl an annoyed look as she stepped closer to Danny. “For your information, Paulina. They’re a gift. Danny gave them to me.”

“Really? He gave you earrings?” Paulina pointed between the two with a smirk. “I always knew you two losers would end up together.”

“We’re not losers!” Sam shouted and Danny added, “We’re not together.”

“Well now I feel left out,” Tucker joked as Paulina swaggered off.

“Shut up, Tucker,” the two snapped.

“Hey, check it out! The lovebirds are ganging up on Foley!” Dash snickered to Kwan.

“They can deny it all they want, but I saw Fenton kissing her when they snuck out at lunch yesterday,” Kwan snickered back.

Danny blushed and Sam jumped for the jocks while Tucker tried to hold her back. “It’s called QPR, you neanderthals! Welcome to the twenty-first century! A guy can kiss a girl on the cheek without it being romantic or se-”

“And we’re done here!” Danny squeaked and grabbed Sam to unsuccessfully help Tucker drag her away.

“Calm down, Sam. It’s not like any of us go around talking about our relationship,” Tucker said. “Of course everyone’s going to think you’re dating if they see you two kissing.”

“People shouldn’t assume things like that just because Danny likes to kiss us or the three of us hug!”

“It’s high school. Assumptions and gossip are the lifeblood of this place,” Danny said. “No need to kill Dash over it. Now stow the soapbox and let’s get to class before we’re late.”

Sam gave the two jocks one last death glare, but let her partners lead her off.

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“This is insane,” Danny said as he, Sam, and Tucker stood in the school’s front doors, staring out at the crowd that had gathered around the truck Ember McClain had arrived on for an impromptu performance. “It looks like the entire school’s out here.”

He walked out and his breath misted in front of him. He glanced over to see his partners’ ghost senses going off as well. “Uh-oh.”

The trio looked around, but their eyes quickly locked onto Mr. Lancer, who was standing atop a fire hydrant with a megaphone to yell at the rocker.

“Attention, freakishly dressed teen idol! I order you to cease and desist!”

“Desist this, grandpa!” Ember yelled, fiddling with her guitar. She strummed it and a purple energy wave washed over the crowd.

The crowd turned to Lancer, eyes glowing red.

“Pride and Prejudice!”

“Ember’s the ghost? Oh my gosh!” Danny gasped.

“Another blow against mainstream media,” Sam said and the three transformed.

They took off, Danny saving Lancer from the horde and Sam and Tucker shooting towards the rocker.

It was rather easy to get her and her band into a thermos, especially when one of them could shut down her guitar and speakers with a wave of his hand and the other could wrap her in plants when she tried to teleport away.

{Teacher of the Year}

“Why were we up so late last night? We were playing Doomed. We were trying to beat… WE’RE CHAOS! HOW COULD WE HIDE THAT FROM US?”

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Tucker’s eyes widened as he realized the noob he’d been helping play Doomed was Technus. “Oh, man, I could have been using my powers to cheat! Why didn’t I think of that?” He grabbed his phone and called Sam. “Sam! Did you realize I could be the ultimate cheat code?”

“Obviously. I’m surprised it took you this long to figure it out. What happened? Did you get pwned again? Wasn’t me this time.”

“No, Technus showed up in Doomed.”

“What? Where are you? I’ll meet you there!”

“Level three. Should we call Danny?”

“No, just let him study. Between my grab bag of secret power-ups and your ultimate cheat code, we’ll be fine. He needs to make up that test if we don’t want his parents to come sniffing around.”

“I still don’t get it,” Tucker said as he waited for Sam to reach his character. “Danny’s had straight A’s for years. Why would his parents be mad about one F? It’ll only take him down to a C at worst. My parents are just glad that I’m not failing.”

“The curse of being a family of geniuses I guess. All I know is that if I have to hear him complain about his grades almost falling to a B one more time, I'm decking him.”

#danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #valerie gray #danny fenton #Doppelgänger au

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elenatria · 5 years

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Chernobyl is the only show who gives us a wide variety of beautiful (shipable) persons, from nerd-twink Dmitri to pure-twink Leonid.

Do I have to make a list of Chernobyl’s badass yummy tragic shippable men?

Oh well. I’ll make a list of Chernobyl’s badass yummy tragic shippable men.

Because I’ve never seen a show with SO MANY badass yummy tragic shippable men in such few episodes. And some of them had only one memorable line. One. Line.

Do I start with Dyatlov? Watch me start with Dyatlov.

I remember… he was the second thing that impressed me when I watched ep 1 (the first was Valery leaving many bowls to his cat and committing suicide right after. I had to re-watch the bowl scene.) I was so struck by his guy-next-door looks, I was like “what the hell am I looking at, why does he look so familiar? Why does he not look like… an actor?” And then the detached way he’d say “Akimov…” as his voice trailed off, a voice so cold yet calm and mesmerizing. I’ve never seen such a realistic “villain” before and, just to play the devil’s advocate here, it still kinda bugs me that Mazin talks about him as this super nasty irredeemable villain. I have the impression that even in the recent podcast he talks as if HBO Dyatlov and the real Dyatlov are one and the same. Lack of time to explain himself maybe? Jared starts poking into that with his mention of an excerpt in the script of the court scene where we were meant to feel some compassion for Dyatlov (34:55) (his “history and motivations”). That part was omitted in the script btw, but if anyone has seen it…

And of course there’s the deleted scene here. That we will probably never see.

I do understand that an auteur has to support his choices no matter what, and Mazin’s choice is Dyatlov = villain. But I do believe he is kinda absolute with some things, conveniently overseeing them, even saying that he didn’t give Jared any jokes because “Legasov wasn’t funny” (46:32) .

Wut? 1:14

If he had said “I didn’t write Legasov as funny” he would have kinda owned it but the use of the past tense (”wasn’t”) implies that he meant the real Legasov. Same goes for Dyatlov I guess.

Akimov.

His relationship with Toptunov. Enough said.

Akimov wears a wedding ring and that feeds lots of “forbidden relationship” fics and I love it.

On to Toptunov. Yeah. Twinkest twink I’ve ever seen.

And I mean these guys are on fire, and we had to watch the very last episode to find out.

Steamy Toptumov fics? Bring them my way.

Then we have Vasily.

Thank god I hadn’t seen The Terror before Chernobyl so I watched Adam Nagaitis’ Igantenko with pure eyes.

To this day it hurts to watch his scenes. All of them. And it’s even worse to read his story in “Chernobyl prayer”. Soooooo much worse. Not only because it’s a true story but because his wife’s description makes you feel the pain. How a decaying body can suffer, and the people taking care of it.

I understand some fans were kinda bummed that the show didn’t dig deeper into his and Lyusya’s love story. Makes sense. But to me they’re the definition of tragic puppy love and it hurts as it is.

And then my beloved Sitnikov with his exasperated, confident “Follow me”. I mean.

Another ring-bearer that one.

Aaaaaah look at that handsome confident face marry meeeeeeee.

Bryukhanov. Another guy-next-door. Had me staring at the screen, listening to his every-day high-pitched husky voice and I was like “Did that guy jump right out of that seaside pastry shop where I was with my dad back in the summer of 1985?”. Did they use a time machine to bring him to the show or something?

And now I’m finding out he has a fan base. Fuck yeah.

Fomin. Ok I legit knew that guy but I couldn’t put a name on his face

He was James Potter. ^^ And oh, he has worked before with Stellan and Emily in Breaking the waves. Somehow you feel compelled to trust that face, never mind if in “Chernobyl” he was cowardly and scared as a rat. The way he yelled “It was Dyat-lov!…” as they took him away, so beautiful, so dramatic.

And now, on to the main course.

DMITRI.

Oh my paws and whiskers.

He cares about Ulana SO MUCH that he follows her around on a Saturday like a puppy. Bringing her coffee and who knows what else.

He even jokes about her dedication. But oh look, he’s dedicated too.

Comrade, I don’t wanna say it out loud but I’m crushing on you.

You can see Ulana is almost afraid to look into his eyes when she asks him what he’s doing there. She knows.

But of course there are so many things keeping them apart. There’s the age difference - people would call her names even if they wouldn’t call Dmitri the same names if their ages were reversed. There’s their professional relationship that shouldn’t be compromised. There’s that ring on her finger that Dmitri doesn’t know if it’s a wedding ring, an engagement ring, or an ex-lover’s present. Does she even have eyes for him? Dmitri doesn’t know.

Even meatier stuff.

PIKALOV.

*screaming*

Wanna love a character because of a single line and the way he delivers it? Yeah, Pikalov is your man.

The steady decisive pause before his statement. The honour, the nobility, the self-sacrifice. If you didn’t know by then that “Chernobyl” was going to be the show with the biggest number of small but honourable characters, you got your first hint with Pikalov.

Another overlooked but honourable character. Shchadov.

And he has lots of power bottom potential.

Alrightz. Fan favourite time. I don’t even have to go into details. Glukhov.

Thank you, Mr Ferns, for being the only character in the show to deliver both noble heroic lines as well as eye candy.

Next: TARAKANOOOOOOOOOV.

Big dick energy right there. His resigned pauses between sentences, the way he sucks in the smoke, his authority as he greets each and every soldier. Stunning.

Pavel. *cries* 3

If you swear to never watch the dog scenes again there is so much shippy potential in that one. Pacho prompts, here I come!!

Bacho, his war code of honour and his “I’m happy every day”.

You *know* he’s not happy but it doesn’t matter. What matters is how he’s trying to convince everyone else that he is. His perseverance. There’s a war to be won, even if he knows he’s losing.

Last but not least: Stepashin. Give me Roose Bolton in a minor courtroom role anytime, ANYTIME.

Honourable mention to Charkov because yeah, you know me. Because I just can’t get over this man.

Also C-V-B. Also dub con. Don’t judge me.

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The concept of friends is still very strange to Theo. He’s not good at it, he doesn’t know how to do it. “I don’t do friends Boris.” He complained to Boris one evening, and Boris had scoffed. “No you don’t do friends Potter, you do me.” But the truth is, even before his mother he was bad at it. He’s never had many friends in his life, he’s always been rather awkward about it. And when his mother died, well after that everything seemed pointless. Who wanted to be friends with the motherless, angry, odd boy out anyway. Except it seemed, Boris. And Boris and him have never really been just friends, have they. But New York after Amsterdam is different. It’s almost like he’s living a completely new life. And with that, friends are included. It starts one evening when he and Boris take shelter under the nearest café they can find, hiding from the heavy downpour. “I told you we should have brought an umbrella.” Theo says as he shakes the water off his very expensive coat (Burberry), he eyes it with disdain, it better not ruin it. “Is just water Potter.” Boris says happily. Theo eyes their surroundings. It’s one of those cafés that turns into a bar after a certain time. It’s well... actually cozy. Candles on each and every table, and the chairs are mismatched. There are couches and armchairs spread about and the floor is dark wood. It’s a strange place but Theo finds that he can accept it. It’s far from those hippstery new places that seem to pop up everywhere in New York. With stupid white lighting and walls, fucking ikea furniture with plants on every table. It’s like a jungle and then of course the option for vegan food everywhere. It’s all new and modern and it has no fucking charm. Theo hates them. They get a table, because they might as well. It’s surprisingly busy, a mismatched of people of all ages. Theo kind of likes that too.

And that’s how they meet Valerie. She’s in her early 50s and she’s sat on her own, reading a book. Boris’s being, well Boris is unable to not engage in conversation with her, Theo wants to die. He remembers the book she was reading very clearly. The Waves by Virginia Woolf. Theo rolls his eyes. But she surprises him. She teaches at NYU, introduction to feminist studies. Boris’s already embarrassed Theo by claiming that women do not need to be studied, they are easy, it’s men who are the big mysteries in life. But Valerie chuckles and kindly asks Boris to develop what he’s just said. It turns into an engaging discussion that even Theo can’t help but in engage slightly in. By the end Boris is genuinely considering signing up for a course in women studies and Theo’s surprised to find that Valerie is not too bad as company. She has white long hair, almost down to her waits and she wears jumpsuits, always a different colour when they meet up. She’s cool, even though Theo kind of hates to admit it. She lives on her own, she has two cats. It’s a bit too cliché but Theo’s not one to judge, too much. Their group grows after that. There’s Bea who joins shortly after. She’s short and can’t seem to ever decide on her hair colour. Sometimes it’s bright pink, it’s been blue and green once. Now she seems quite settled on red. She’s always angry. Theo likes her immediately. She scowls and mutters and has it out for the world. She’s intelligent though, and Theo’s not actually sure which one out of the two of them is worse. She works with rescue dogs and on the side she designs websites. She has a girlfriend, Tessa, a nurse who works weird hours but is possibly one of the kindest people Theo’s ever met. They met after Bea had overdosed, it comes up once during conversation, and Theo says, surprising maybe all of them. “Yes, I have first hand experience with that too.” Bea looks at him, something passes between them and Theo thinks they might understand each other a little better after that. The last one to join them is Hugo. A trust fund, ‘daddy paid my way into Stamford’ baby. Who would normally be the last person Theo would ever spend time with. But Hugo’s sweet, too sweet maybe. Trusting but also nervous. Theo’s never seen a person as anxious and nervous as he is. He works for a bank on Wall Street. He hates it, but he’s too scared of everything to quit. By the age of 25 he’s burnt out twice already. He suffers from severe performance anxiety, to the extent that it is becoming hard to do a normal task. It doesn’t help that he’s a perfectionist either. He’s an overachiever without being arrogant. He’s the youngest of them all and yet he already has a soft spot in Theo’s heart.

It’s strange, but he likes them all. He’s even found he enjoys spending one on one time with them. They usually meet at the café, at least once a week. But sometimes they’ll meet up for dinner and game night. Bea and Tessa has an apartment in the village where they once made the mistake of playing Monopoly. It turned vicious, drinks were thrown, words were said and Theo swears he was ready to break up with Boris. They had some great make up sex after that but they will never play Monopoly again. “Capitalism is the devil, it has made America greedy.” Rings in Theo’s ears still. But yes, Theo is now a person that has friends, people he actually likes. It’s fucking weird. And they all come with their own sets of problems and not so squeaky clean pasts. It makes them interesting Theo’s realising. Not stupid and something that would take time out of his life. No, he finds that it’s nice. He’s learning to open up slowly, with people who don’t expect that much back from him. Who understands him in some ways. They’re carving out their own space in his heart. He didn’t know he even had the capability to care about more people than he did before them. But he does, and it’s a good feeling. Pippa’s so proud though. And she is the best friend (he hates the word) but she loves it and she even bought them a matching set of bracelets that he actually wears. She’s delighted. “I think I am his favourite.” She said jokingly to Boris once. “Potter, should I be jealous. You never wear anything I get you.” “You buy me a ring Boris and I will wear it.” Boris is actually speechless and Pippa spits out her wine. Theo smirks smugly. It’s not often he one ups Boris. The gang all love Pippa too, it’s not surprising. She’s just that kind of person that everyone likes. Theo really wishes she would spend more time in New York. He misses her always. But they video chat and they send each other memes and books and keep each other involved in their lives. It’s like before, but better. Much better. “Shit!” Theo hears Bea swear. He looks around. They’ve all frozen, some cheese dip have just ended up on the couch. “For fuck’s sake this is an expensive couch.” Theo says. “There he goes.” Boris says. They all look sheepishly at Theo. And he rolls his eyes. “You will all clean this with your bare hands later.” He warns but throws himself down anyway, his feet in Boris’s lap. The group collectively let out a sigh, Theo smirks. Damn right. They’re watching reruns of Bachelor in Paradise. Theo hates it, because they are all stupid. Who would even want to go to a nice paradise island to find the love of your life? But he competes with Bea over who can say the most outrageous sarcastic thing and the rest of them, well Theo hasn’t figured out if they like the show or if they love listening the the bitching. They stay late, and before they all leave they thankfully clean the couch.

#the goldfinch #my writings #theo x boris #the decker #boris pavlikovsky #yep theo has friends now and he likes it #I don't even know what this is but it always runs away from me

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dcnativegal · 4 years

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Day 9 of a National Emergency

Day 11 of a Pandemic

It’s Day 9 of a National Emergency, as declared by President #45. (On March 21, 2020)

There are many creative memes floating around the interwebs: this might be my favorite:

“Kinda feeling like the earth just sent us all to our rooms to think about what we’ve done.”

Valerie and I are in the house in Paisley, with Griffey the poodle and Moe the cat. We have fabric and yarn for making masks to protect people, including us, from the novel coronavirus known as Covid19, which popped out of the animal kingdom to the bipedal mammalian one known as humanity, in Wuhan China, in December of 2019. The deaths from covid19 in Italy have surpassed the ones in China where many more people were infected.

“A staggering 793 people died TODAY alone in Italy from the Coronavirus. That makes it the single deadliest day for any nation in the entire pandemic.” (Shaun King, Instagram.)

Although the medical system in Italy is sophisticated, the people and public health system were too slow. And the average age is higher than average? Iran is also devastated, while the USA screws down tighter with sanctions. The countries that have dealt with the virus while ‘flattening the curve’? South Korea, Singapore, and finally, China.

There are no positive tests in Lake County because there are no tests. There are a few people reporting the symptoms of sore throat, fever, shortness of breath, and fatigue. Valerie’s friend, who is also Valerie’s second husband’s eighth wife, but who’s counting, had a sore throat and just didn’t feel well, and went walking with Valerie and Griffey on the desert road by the Paisley airport, to my consternation. Valerie is 72, and is hale and hearty most of the time, but has this little flaw: an autoimmune disorder that kicks her butt, or rather the myelin sheath of her nerves, following any immune battle. I wasn’t around to forbid it, so all I can do is point out that Valerie is at higher risk than the average 60+ year old.

I might be, too, given my general lack of aerobic fitness and, um, insulin dependent diabetes. Also, sleep apnea and hypertension.

The person I worry most about is Toni’s husband, Al, who has been smoking cigarettes for 50+ years and uses oxygen now. He had just resurrected community theater in Paisley and we were rehearsing when the ‘social distancing’ directive from Governor Brown came down. I am to play Cora, a busy body and gossip in a small New England town, foil to the proper but also gossiping member of the welcome committee, Reba. And we both apparently dislike Willa Mae, played by Valerie.

The play will happen at some point. But I refuse to memorize my lines until I know when we start up rehearsals again.

Covid 19 would take out Al in a New York minute.

Schools are closed, restaurants are ‘take out only’. No one is traveling, with the exception of my sister’s youngest child, 19 year old Makoto, who flew east from Japan, to Los Angeles, to Philadelphia, cutting short his adventure as a student abroad. He became fluent in Japanese, and posted daily on Instagram. Now he’s in quarantine at his father’s home, just to be safe.

I have had moments in the past two weeks where I had trouble feeling at all safe or grounded. Join the club, Miss Lincoln. I sat in a meeting in a large circle of mostly women who all have an interest in helping ‘senior citizens’: the Aging Services Collaborative. And for me, there was a large elephant in the room that had my attention the entire time called ‘Coronavirus.’ It was Thursday, March 12. We were meeting in the Lakeview Senior Center, and the director got rather defensive when someone asked if she had shut down the lunch program. She said there’s be a serious backlash if she shut it ‘too soon.’ No such thing as too soon in the pandemic: by the next day, the senior lunch program was shuttered.

I was cranky and agitated in that meeting, and the younger women, new to the Collaborative, probably though I was a menopausal bitch. I wonder if they look back now, a week later, and think me prescient. Maybe a prescient menopausal bitch. At one point I said something to the effect of, we can choose to be South Korea or Italy. Let’s be like South Korea.

I also still get really wound up when the conservative Trumpian assholes in this county pipe up on Facebook about how the whole thing is a fraud, a hoax, a tactic to get to “Marshall Law.” Omigod. Like this guy:

Snowflake waving wildly here. If I could address this man directly, I would say the following:

Except we are not paying for it equally. Poor people always have a harder time.

Someone pointed out that, when this is all over, it will not be the CEOs and billionaires who saved us, but the nurses and janitors and grocery store clerks. Also, the truckers, the doctors and family nurse practitioners and physicians’ assistants.

I can’t retort to the delusion MAGA Lake county resident because we who work for Lake Health District are frequently scolded about posting anything in social media about Covid 19 because we ‘represent the hospital.’ Hmf, I’ve been muzzled. I try to read less of ‘Lakeview Announcements’ and more NYTimes. Still, I overhear bullshit at work. It’s not good for my blood pressure.

I am trying to figure out how to be useful at work, and I’m signed up to be a ‘greeter’ at the front entrance, and staff the ‘hotline’ which means I call folks who have symptoms to see how they’re doing, and wait for calls. The clinics are closed, the acute care is cleared out for the most part, the Operating Room where Hope works is ‘emergencies only.’ People drive up to a tent in front of the hospital and get their temperature taken. They’re asked, by a medical assistant who has a high school education and some extra training, whether they’ve been traveling, have a sore throat or any other symptoms. If they answer no to all and have no fever, they may be allowed to proceed to the emergency room, clinic, or to an appointment with the staff, like the head of corrections who came by on my greeter shift. He’s an enormous man, married to a pretty woman who holds at least 3 jobs in Lakeview including a part time Area Agency on Aging gig that’s directed by the Klamath group. Many non profit or governmental entities are based in Klamath and have a partial oversight in Lake County, the red-headed step child of Klamath County. This woman, and a south Asian man nicknamed “avatar’ by the BLM staff because they couldn’t remember “Arvinder”, and I were to start working on developing a “Village” volunteer effort in Lakeview. Then, the virus.

There are some volunteer activities spontaneously springing up in Lakeview; one facebook group is called Helping Hands of Lakeview. There are helpful things going on in Paisley through informal networks. I have one primary volunteer job: to pick up books at the Lakeview Library that sit in canvas bags labeled Paisley. And drop them off to Jan, who I think is the informal town mayor. She knows everyone, and everything, and reared her kids here.

I saw this on twitter:

Most of the volunteer stuff seems to happen via Facebook, a group called Lakeview Announcements. That’s where a lot of political bickering also happens. Missing dogs. Reports of ‘tweakers’ thieving around. Well of course they’re stealing, when no one will hire them, when the US of A punishes what is actually an illness, not a crime. An illness born of childhood trauma. But I digress.

No more crochet/ knitting/ rug hooking at the cavernous Bowling Alley’s party room. No more church, either.

We watched the marvelous Presiding Bishop Curry preach on our computers last Sunday, and listened to gorgeous church music and sonorous prayers, online from the Washington National Cathedral, one of my favorite Episcopal places. We’ll see what’s streaming again tomorrow, Sunday morning.

The knitting group is contemplating making face masks. So is Valerie. I’ve been looking at ‘the literature’ and there is one and only one study, in 2013, looking at the efficacy of homemade masks versus ‘respirators’ or ‘surgical masks.’ Of course, they are not as good but they are better than nothing. And corvid 19 seems to go straight for the throat. I’m thinking, those Safeway employees have been working really hard, and they are more at risk at the moment than health care workers at Lake Health District.

It’s a very strange time, full of opportunity for goodness and for greed. I’m glad my kids are safe, we are healthy so far, and I still receive a paycheck. We’ll see how this evolves.

"Nothing has prepared us for this moment. All we have is each other. Your safety is my safety. Protecting myself means protecting you, too. We are one race. Human race." - Jose Antonio Vargas

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kittensartswriting · 5 years

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OC Interview Tag

@ardawyn thank you for tagging me! I love these kinds of tag games :D

Guidelines: Answer these 12 questions in the voice and manner of your character(s) and then tag as many or as few writeblrs as you would like.

I’m going with the cor Mantgamia siblings from Bear Castle. I love their dynamics, even if they are not going to interact as a group until the second book :’D It ended up being pretty long, so I cut it into half.

1. What did you have for breakfast?

"I had some bread with pickled raw fish they call mounoš and sour milk with berries, as every single morning", Cassia says without a moment of thought.

Fiolew scratches his forehead. "Hmm, what did I have? I think some fruits and maybe an omelette...?"

"You did have omelette", Valeri says while a worried wrinkle appears between his eyebrows. "I had that too. Also some bread and... tea."

"Poppy tea", Fiolew points out.

Valeri gets a raised eyebrow from Cassia and crosses his arms defensively. "It's for my back pain."

A moment of silence. Everyone turns to Faerathos. "What? I didn't have breakfast. I usually wake up for lunch."

2. Who was the last person you crushed on?

“How rude”, Cassia says. “That is too intrusive question.”

“Very”, Faerathos sighs. “I’m not fond of thinking my mistakes.”

Valeri shakes his head. “I don’t even want to know.”

3. What is your favorite read?

"Hard to say, it's like deciding your favorite sibling.” Faerathos makes a tired chuckle.

"Oh... Do tell", Cassia says with a sly smile.

"Well obviously I don’t have a favorite. What did you think? But my favorite reads include for example 'Man the Machine', a modern anthology."

"That sounds just as pretentious as one could expect." Cassia leans back. "I enjoy most reading 'The Tower in the Sky'."

Faerathos raises an eyebrow. "You read that fear-mongering over technology?"

Fiolew eyes between his oldest siblings. "Let's just move on.”

4. Do you put both socks on first, or one sock, one shoe?

“Well, that’s stupidly obvious”, Faerathos says.

“I’ve never thought about that”, Fiolew chuckles. “I mean yeah it’s obvious, but why not? I’m sure someone does it differently.”

Cassia sneers. “Someone stupid.”

Valeri looks confused. “Which one are you all talking about?”

“Blessed light, isn’t that obvious to you?” Cassia shakes her head. “Idiot.”

“Well I thought it was obvious but then none of you said it!”

“It shall remain a mystery then.”

5. What can you cook perfectly?

“I can cook perfect food for survival from scratch. It tastes like shit, though.” Cassia flashes a wry smile.

“It’s something”, Faerathos says. “I’ve never in my life cooked anything.”

“Me neither.” Fiolew grins.

“Well, ” Valeri says, still sulking, “I can cook something, but nothing well.”

“That’s not true, your grilled fish was the best”, Fiolew says.

“It wasn’t”, Valeri says, but smiles a bit.

6. If you could choose a pet, what would it be?

“Tintti is my cat and I wouldn’t trade her to anything”, Fiolew says sternly.

“If I could, I would get my own horse. They are graceful animals”, Faerathos says.

“I have two Cabalusian Bear Dogs”, Valeri says. “I would get a third one.”

“I don’t like to own living things. So I would choose nothing”, Cassia says.

Valeri glares at her. “Oh yeah? What about the arctic fox and the crow?”

“The arctic fox is my animal companion, not a pet, and the crow is possessed by a spirit and if you would know anything about spirits you would know that they are not something you can easily own.”

7. How is your relationship with your parents?

The siblings glance at each other. “We all of course loved them. They were great parents. One couldn’t have asked any better”, Faerathos says.

“Though, I don’t remember them”, Fiolew says and shrugs.

Cassia furrows. “Not at all?” Fiolew shakes his head.

“They were really loving, but...” Valeri makes a troubled look towards others. “I remember mother as bit distant - I don’t know - a bit cold?”

Cassia shakes her head. “She might not have been as forward with her love as father, but she wasn’t cold.”

“Maybe she just didn’t like me as much.”

“That’s nonsense”, Faerathos says.

8. How do you feel about marriage?

“Institute or concept?” Cassia asks. “Well it doesn’t really matter, does it, still utter garbage.”

Valeri narrows his eyes. “Why? Don’t you want to have a family?”

Cassia makes a cool laugh. “Why would I want to bear children to a world like this? Or to hateful men?”

“Are we hateful men too?” he says now clearly annoyed.

She raises her eyebrows amused. “You know... you are my brothers.”

“I didn’t -- !”

“Next question, shall we - ?” Faerathos says.

9. Do you fold your clothes before bed?

“I think we all have servants for that?” He looks towards the others, who all nod.

10. What does your dream home look like? And where would it be?

They share glances. “Bear Castle”, Fiolew says, speaking everyone’s mind.

11. What’s your worst habit?

“I do have a habit of obsessing over details. I’m a perfectionist to a fault”, Cassia says.

Faerathos raises his eyebrows. “And it’s worse than doing blood magic with human lives?”

Valeri throws a glare at Cassia.

“This was about habits, not about conscious choices. Now let’s hear the list of your bad habits, shall we?” Cassia says softly.

Faerathos sighs. “I’d rather not. I will be first to admit I’m not the best person, but let’s not go into details.”

“I - ,” Valeri stirs uncomfortably, “I tend to overthink.”

Fiolew makes a quick look to Valeri. “I think I skip this one.”

“He thinks I don’t know that he steals”, Valeri explains to others.

12. What do you do for a living and how do you feel about your job?

“I don’t really do anything for living”, Faerathos says. “What I mean is, I’m basically a prisoner. The pay I get from the senate and the university all gos to crown. They provide me everything, but they also control everything. But I do enjoy very much researching physics and though senators job is a thankless one, when you’re politics are in the minority, I’m not giving up.”

“I don’t work anymore at all, because now I can study.” Fiolew grins.

Valeri and Cassia exchange spiteful glares. “You go first, conqueror”, Cassia says.

Valeri jumps up. “Well for your information, I despise serving the Imperial family! I’m only doing it for my and Fiolew’s survival. I didn’t really have any choice! We were starving!”

“Oh yeah? The only reason?” she also stands up. “You don’t at all enjoy being good at something? Even if it’s something like killing people? Don’t you feel satisfied when you slay the enemy?”

“Speak for yourself, witch!”

Faerathos steps between them. “I think we are done here.”

Tagging @thedrowningtsarevna, @toboldlywrite, @lady-redshield-writes, @madmoonink, @wilde-writing and @quiescentwriting!

#tagged #tag game #farocm #valeri #fiolew #cassia #faerathos

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 5 years

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The shows that have made it this season will be getting their tags...soon. Because I fell behind early in the season, trying to read ahead is nastier than it really should be...

Update: I forgot to roll out the tags...! Sorry about that.

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This season’s name…sounds counterintuitive, to say the least.

I love how Genos is carrying a box of hijiki (which looks like hair) and Saitama’s wearing a shirt that says “hair” (in kanji) all over it. It’s funny for a bald man and his “work of modern art”.

I never knew Genos was so blunt. Maybe because the last season was a good 2 – 3 years ago…and was by Madhouse and Shingo Natsume, and so this feels slightly different.

Oh, Sonic…! I didn’t realise how much I missed you! (Not to mention, you look hot with the off-the-shoulder shirt, y’know?)

“Enoki” is a type of mushroom.

Oh, Garou!...Oh wait, there isn’t much more of the episode left, is there…?

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Oh great…this is the second time the subs don’t work on my device of choice. Then again, it seems to be a problem with the ad blocker and not the video…Okay, fiddling with the ad blocker worked.

Let’s play Spot the Main Character Amongst All the CGI Guys! Yay! (obviously sarcastic)

Without the volume…this OP is, to not put it lightly, s***.

Shoumetsu means “extinction”, not “lost”.

And the reward for Jankiest CGI this season belongs to…

Okay…this is stupid…if it f**ks up even more, I’m out of here!

I know the horned owl is your mascot, but that doesn’t mean you needed a real owl.

Waittttttttt…how did the scientists know Yuki’s father was responsible for this stuff anyway?

I feel like Takuya was shoehorned in. I mean, there’s a better example of this character type in Naofumi (Shield Hero).

This guy’s name, as we know it, is Geek. Wow (sarcastic). Also, I find it funny Takuya has a “ta” on his licence plate.

“…she’s just a package.” - Welp, you don’t get any more blatant than that for female denigration! I think Anime Feminist had a field day with this one.

Come to think of it, I saw some helmets back at Geek’s place but Takuya never seems to use one…

You had one job, Takuya…*sigh*

I swear I said a few previews ago I don’t like 1st person cam…no one ever listens to me, do they???

Not dis shitto agen!

Okay, enough complaining. It seems Yu-no wasn’t bad enough, so they had to produce something like the Chaos Dragon and Seisen Cerberus of old…

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It’s Takamatsu being Takamatsu again. Also… I forgot to mention this earlier, but…Taiga Umatani seems to be related to Kurari Umatani (who is credited for Boueibu), so…I wonder if it’s a collective writer’s name for Studio Comet, like Izumi Todo for Toei? The only thing that goes against that is the fact “Kurari” existed during the Diomedea days of Boueibu. Also Isekandar seems to be related to Yamato’s Iscandar (which Takamatsu seems to like, based on the fact he once used Matsumoto metres as a shorthand for being in space). If you don’t understand, Yamato’s endgoal contains a place called Iscandar and that’s by Leiji Matsumoto.

Okayyyyy…what are these rabbit creatures…? But yes, it does smack of Boueibu simply because the episode layout’s the same.

Hmm…? So Robby seems be En (the do-nothing life) in spirit, but Kinshiro in background, but also he runs away from his fortune. “Hmm” indeed.

Oh! That’s what this string of misfortunes reminds me of! The monsters of the day from Boueibu.

Acrymalide.

Hatchi is a Kinshiro in looks but an Atsushi by being a goody-goody.

Hmm…they actually bother to show girls now…apparently Takamatsu went to a boys-only school, which is why his original works focus on dudes (as in, you can pick out when Takamatsu is adapting someone else’s work because it has a heavier focus on girls as supporting characters).

Mechs and spaceships are probably two of the only ways I accept CGI…and you, Takamatsu sir, have just done it (the latter)!

Aw! Lookit his (Hatchi’s) face light up like a Beppu’s! It’s cute!

Hatchi getting out the hatch…lame, but still somewhat effectve on me (because that’s my wordplay game you’re playing, Takamatsu…!).

LOL, it’s a transforming mech. It seems my words from a few comments earlier were basically foretelling the future.

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Yikes, “Sakonji Urokodaki” has a lot of strokes…

My Little Sister Lives For Headpats…hey wait, don’t all anime kid sisters do that(?)

For some reason, I know the “Don’t Lose Your Way” meme from Kill la Kill and yet I’ve never…watched KlK…?(!)

I swore that was Giyu (it’s the haircut, I swear), but it’s a random demon…

When all you have is a hatchet…use your head. (LOL)

Ooh, nice eyecatch!

This is really black comedy, in a sense. (I remember this demon fight from the manga which is why I say that.)

Hmm…this wispy stuff wasn’t in the manga.

Come to think of it, I don’t know how Tanjiro got his scar…

If you squint really hard, you can see CGI Urokodaki and Tanjiro…

He probably has no footsteps because of his shoes. Or the fact he’s a ninja. Were there ninja in the Taisho era…? Update: Tanjiro has the same kind of shoes…oops.

Come to think of it, Daisuke from DN Angel had to dodge traps every day before he became Dark…(thinking of this because I reread the first volume of DN Angel recently)

Oh! Manga panel preview! That’s quite fun, really.

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I just really like how Tanjiro’s eyes grew larger with what was clearly resolution before he closed the door.

Why do the non-descript hunters look like Giyu too…?

I’ve never seen KnY so comedic…and that’s coming from someone who thought the Head Demon fight from last episode was funny.

Welp, this is…kinda interesting (<- says a fan of Touken Ranbu).

This letter writing…it reminds me of Kekkai Sensen somewhat.

This realistic water…it’s beautiful, but it looks like it came straight out of Niagara Falls. Is that…too realistic for anime?

“No matter…”

It’s a fox version of Speed of Sound Sonic! Then again, the real Sonic is around this season and probably won’t be happy about that comparison…

Is “that guy”…Giyu? Or the demon who slaughtered Tanjiro’s family?

Spider lilies! I didn’t mention it last time, but the symbolism of the spider lily makes the ED real cool.

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I’v read the wiki page for Chuuya enough to know the next few eps involve the LN Fifteen, so even though I haven’t read a translation of the source material, I know some of the ins and outs of it already.

Ooh! Kitty! (If you’re a manga reader, you’ll know the cat’s significance.)

I think at this point in time, all viewers are used to Dazai’s bulls*** by now.

Is it just me…or did Bones use CGI for the city? It actually looks kind of good…! Sasuga Bones!

I have a fic that predates Fifteen and could be set in the same period (the fic’s vague enough that it could’ve been them at 15, 18 or even 12)…and basically the only thing I got wrong was the fact Chuuya doesn’t have his hat (because I wrote Chuuya as having his hat in the fic). Also, the banter is tenser than I imagined it, but that’s subjective and something only I, the fic writer, can compare.

I wonder who the yellow-tinted Ability holder is…? Update: That’s Randou. Spoke too soon.

There was a box in the subs…I wonder what symbol that might’ve been.

“…closest to the explosion.”

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Oh, so that’s what Randou was for! I see now.

Chuuya may be OP, but he’s one heck of a fun character…also, he’s not as OP as Saitama, so…yeah.

Oh, the ED from last time is the OP. I should’ve known.

I like the almost storybook-style of this episode!

I thought Dazai was faking releasing the hostages…I was wrong.

Face-stealing aliens return! (They were around last ep too, I think, but they were harder to see then.)

Again, watch for the cat!

Well, with only one suspect (or 3, if you count the Sheep kids), it was quite easy to figure out one of them was behind it. I kind of suspected Randou, anyway, considering what I’ve learnt from all the mysteries I’ve read.

Because I was watching this episode with the volume down low (so I could hear the OP and ED), the volume really did work wonders for the plot this ep…!

King of Prism – Shiny 7 Stars 1

This is the final debut of the season, so basically how this and Shield Hero perform will decide what will stay and what will go. Oh, yeah…apparently this is the companion to a movie, but the movie and TV series have slightly different content.

This dude’s (the one at the very start’s) so grumpy.

…welp, I didn’t expect it to be that much CGI.

This chunk of exposition…makes me feel like I missed something. It was probably in the previous movies, come to think of it…

Basically, this is…uh, Makura no Danshi or Room Mate all over again??? I’m noping out of here…! Bye!

Shield Hero 14

I’m putting this on the chopping block…just so you know.

…uh, age gap romance? It’s hard to tell at this stage, but they (Filo and Melty) sure act like it is romance.

Welp, this survived the chopping block. “Raphtalia backstory” is a good enough reason to stick around for, isn’t it?

Double Decker! EX 3 (FINAL)

I always miss the OP when I’m not watching Double Decker, but I miss the ED even more…

I can’t believe they tried to get away with a Spirited Away parody…!

I can’t believe I get to see Dr Apple all buttered up like this…

I love how Kirill is censoring himself. (At least he can prove he’s not a girl, unlike Valery/Milla, whose entire shtick is the confusion between genders.)

Oh! I think I know the answer to the case already! It was Kirill’s soap, so Doug is the “killer”. But then…why is it Derick, of all people???

LOL, the angles were so reminiscent of Detective Conan…

Underwear-stealing sextuplets…? Why does that kind of sound like Osomatsu-san…?

Ahh…I really am going to miss this ED. See you next time!

Shield Hero 15

I never thought Raphtalia would be so angry…that’s Naofumi’s job.

Okay…it’s the age-old question: do demis listen with their animal ears or their human ears? Do they even have human ears??? (That’s 2 questions, isn’t it…?)

Uh…CGI dinosaur, much?

Shield Hero 16

…and of course, the Queen is a loli. Of course (<-sarcastic).

“Why’d I even have to feed this KFC farm?” – LOL, but I wonder what it sounded like in Japanese…? (i.e. I didn’t listen to it and when I try to do that, there’s always something over the top of it…)

Sarazanmai 2

I wonder if I’ll ever get used to watching Ikuhara on a weekly basis…?

Kappamaki…geddit?

Wait…y’mean, Keppi’s breath smells like cucumbers? Uh…okay, TMI.

Enta’s Japanese house kind of looks like the one in Mawaru Penguindrum.

Wait…why does the Japanese word for “Fish Buffet” (Osakanazanmai) end in –zanmai? Does that mean Sarazanmai is…Dish Buffet?! (LOL)

Notably, one of the signs said “Union” in katakana. It must be an English play on words…y’know, trade union and union = connecting with each other? I’m surprisingly enjoying myself a lot with Sarazanmai, by the way. I didn’t think I would, but I am!

I think that might be Irohassu water. Or Dasani. I saw both those brands in Japan, but I don’t remember which had the green flowers.

Oh…my goodness! Nekoyama (Cat Mountain) Mokichi (written with kanji for “hair” and “luck”). It’s a Boueibu monster! Frick, I’m laughing too hard!

It’s very small and very thin, but the word next to the cat in the eyecatch is neko.

“…Meow God!” – It’s a pun on “Oh, My God!” but with a “meow” in it. It’s pretty forced, but it does get the nuance of the joke across…

Why the heck did the subbers choose “herb” as the word for weed in this? “Weed” is sufficient, right? Right…?

Well…if that spurt of water wasn’t symbolic…I don’t know what is.

The title translates better as “…but I want to steal”. Y’know, add a little force into it.

The two As and the “sara” below it seem to make a zombie face, huh?

Ooh, that ending…

#simulcast commentary #one punch man #sarazanmai #tate no yuusha no nariagari #Chesarka watches Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari #the rising of the shield hero #RobiHachi #double decker #bungou stray dogs #King of prism - shiny seven stars #Kimetsu no Yaiba #shoumetsu toshi #afterlost #Double Decker! Doug and Kirill #Demon Slayer #Chesarka watches KnY #Chesarka watches OPM #chesarka watches bsd #Chesarka watches Sarazanmai

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Can I Bar-row Your Attend-tion (ch. 4)

Pairing: Roman/Patton

Characters: Roman, Patton, Logan, Virgil, Thomas, Joan, Talyn, Valerie, Terrence, Dio (Deceit), (some OCs)

Word Count: (I know, I know, it’s long. I’m sorry! I couldn’t settle on a good stopping point. XO )

Summary: Roman and Patton are two bartenders at a local bar & grill with some serious chemistry. However, the only people who don’t realize it are each other, and one of them is in a relationship…on the rocks.

Author’s Note: Hey friends! A thousand pardons for the late update! It’s been crazy in my life lately. Thank you so much for your patience, and don’t worry, we’re nearing the home stretch. Again I am SO thankful to see all the positive feedback so far and am happy you’re enjoying it! If you’d like to be in the tag list for future chapters in the Bar & Grill AU or other works by me, let me know. And as always feel free to leave a comment in the messages or reply if you have any notes or constructive critiques. I’m always open to writing advice. Oh, and buckle up, ‘cause this chapter is gonna get angsty. Enjoy!

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Chapter 4: Bad News Served Neat (POV- Patton)

Patton missed Roman. He knew it was sort of ridiculous, but it was true. Roman was getting busier with the rehearsal nights, and even though he knew it was only temporary, Patton missed having the flamboyant creative man working beside him those few nights a week at the bar and grill. Missed his smile, missed the excessive gestures whenever he spoke to others, missed the way his nose crinkled before a sneeze, missed his deep hearty laugh and the way he whistled Sondheim songs while cleaning the mixer.

Patton knew he had feelings for the actor, but it wasn’t until they’d danced together three days ago that he realized juts how deep he was in. Part of him felt guilty for it, heartless even, because he was still in a committed relationship with someone else. But the heart is its own master he supposed. Patton had spent the entire weekend thinking about it. On Saturday he overfilled the food bowls at the shelter while daydreaming about kissing Roman. And on Sunday he burnt a batch of brownies replaying their conversations in his head. Only friends… For just a moment he had thought Roman was going to kiss him, that maybe he actually felt something more for Patton. Of course that’d be too good to be true. Patton sighed sadly and took out a mini chocolate chip.

“Excuse me, where is my drink order?” asked a new customer at the bar.

“Just a second,” said Patton. He stuffed the cookie in his mouth and finishing his line of orders.

Remy hadn’t shown up yet, later than usual even by his standards, so Patton was left to build drinks alone. Unfortunately for him it was a busier night, the old place filled with both old and new faces, and it was only 8pm. Patton hadn’t even taken his dinner break yet because he didn’t want to let Logan down. The poor businessman tried to pitch in when he could, but Logan also had to man the front register. Even Joan and Talyn were too busy to stop and say hi.

“Here you go. Sorry for the wait,” he said, handing over the tequila sunrise. “We’re a bit understaffed today.”

“Clearly,” the customer said stiffly, straightening her grey blazer. Patton pouted at her. Meany.

“Aaand here is your wine Valerie. Sorry for the hold up,” he smiled apologetically.

“Oh don’t worry sweetie. I can tell you’re busy,” she said, reaching over her half eaten plate of house salad and wings to pat his arm.

“Thanks for understanding kiddo.” He gave her a smile before getting back to work.

“So is it true that you and Roman actually broke into song and dance?” she asked, her big brown eyes sparkling.

“Yep. He was having a bad day and, well, I just had to cheer him up somehow. And you know he’s such a big Disney fan.” Patton sighed at the memory fondly. “It was really nice…and Logan hadn’t even been mad.”

“Awwww! I can’t believe I missed it! Wait till I tell Jas and Calypso, they are going to flip out.”

“Well you can tell them you heard it straight from your ol’ pal Patton. I wouldn’t want them to think you were being phony...Get it? …Like a flip phone?”

“Oh, right, ha-ha…” Valerie laughed, but even Patton knew it wasn’t his best joke.

“Anywho, back to work. There you are fellas. Three beers,” he said to three burly men in Roman’s section, smiling brightly at the new faces.

“Thanks,” said the one in the middle.

Normally Patton would take the time to talk a bit more with the new customers, make them feel welcomed. Tonight however his heart just wasn’t in it. No, his heart was somewhere else, and that made him feel guilty. Because even with his thoughts focused on Roman lately, part of his brain was still hooked on another man. One whom he felt was slipping father away. He munched another cookie.

Patton shook the bad thoughts welling up from his head and took a tray with three drinks to the far dinner tables. He brought one to a regular customer Madeline at table 14, stopping to say hi to her seeing-eye dog Jerico, and then brought the other two to table 12. There sat Terrence and a pretty red head he’d already taken here to eat twice before.

“Alrighty, here we go. One rum and coke for you Terrence, and one Scotch for you lovely date.”

“You’re the best Patton,” said Terrence.

“Daww same to you kiddo. Let me know if you have any problems with this tiger,” he said to the girl as he teasingly elbowed the policeman’s shoulder.

“You’re right Terrence, he is a riot,“ said the redhead, giggling at her date’s embarrassed face. “You don’t have to worry though, he’s been a perfect gentleman.”

Even with his coco skin tone and the low lighting Patton could tell that Terrence was blushing like a beet. “Uh well…thanks… y-you too o-of course. Uh, N-not a gentleman! I mean, not that you’re a man, like, gentle…woman…”

The girl merely laughed and smiled at him. Terrence smiled bashfully back. This is so pure, Patton thought wistfully. He left them alone, but couldn’t help looking back with a sigh. What he wouldn’t give to spend a night like that with a certain someone. Guilt welled up in him again as he realized the man in his fantasies wasn’t his boyfriend. Which it should’ve been, right? Because that was the right thing to think about? People in relationships should be thinking about the person they were in the relationship with. Not someone else. Wasn’t that betraying the other person?

Suddenly the image of Roman’s warm smile and strong arms wrapped gently around him popped into Patton’s mind. It made him smile, but then he frowned just as quickly with guilt.

“Patton, how are you holding up? You seem distressed,” Logan said, coming over to the bar.

“Oh it’s okay Logan,” he said, snapping back to attention. “I’m doing fine. Really.”

“Apologies that I cannot help more.”

“I’m handling things alright. It isn’t your fault.”

“While that is kind of you it is indeed my responsibility as your employer. A foolish mistake on my part, thinking I could count on my cousin for assistance. Then again, he did need the work. Regardless, I have messaged Roman to see if there was any possibility of him coming in later to help you with closing up the bar.”

“Oh! Well, that works.” Patton said, unable to hide his giddiness at the possibility of seeing Roman.

“So far no word, but I shall keep you updated. Meanwhile, I’m going to see if I can’t get at all in touch with Remy on his whereabouts.” Logan took out his cellphone and vehemently dialed a number. His mouth was stretched in a thin line of impatience. “Remy, it’s Logan. Where the hell are you?”

Logan walked away with the phone, but Patton heard Remy from the other line saying, ‘I have, like, NO idea!’

You’d think being busy with work would have taken Patton’s mind off of things, but nope. If anything he was stuck even further into the swirling whirlpool of unpleasant thoughts and memories. Like Friday night when Dio had to cancel another one of their dates, telling him something came up at work. Patton had been sad, but honestly he was sadder about the fact that he wasn’t surprised than by the cancellation itself. It had even taken away some of the joy he’d felt after singing and dancing with Roman. Sure, Dio had made it up to him by taking him out to dinner Saturday night at his favorite restaurant, but Patton’s heart just wasn’t in it. Wasn’t in the relationship anymore. He couldn’t help feeling guilty over that, probably because he was too nice for his own good. Then again, Dio didn’t seem so invested in the relationship lately either.

Patton wasn’t as naïve as people made him out to be. He could tell that the flame between him and Dio wasn’t as bright as it had been the first three months of their relationship. Things had been so wonderful back then. Patton remembered the first time they met in the park, how mesmerized he had been by Dio’s dancing and the way they locked eyes. He came back to that park every other day just hoping to see him. Dio would always bring him flowers until he finally asked Patton out officially. He remembered their first date, all the movie and make-out nights, the time Dio won him a stuffed cat at the carnival, taking Dio to the zoo and seeing the giddy look on his boyfriend’s face in the reptile room…cartoon-a-thons, whispered secrets as they lay in bed holding hands…That all seemed so long ago.

Then Dio got less enthusiastic about their dates, almost bored. Patton tried to put more effort into it, thinking maybe he just wasn’t showing enough appreciation. Not long after he stared feeling wilted…felt like he had to try harder, even when he didn’t always want to… But hey, relationships weren’t always sunshine and smiles, right? Patton couldn’t break up with Dio just because they’d hit a rough patch. Part of him did still love Dio…at least he was pretty sure he did. They’d been together so long, those feelings couldn’t just disappear, right? He munched on two more cookies.

“Hey Pat, you okay dude?” Alex asked from their usual corner seat at the bar.

“Of course kiddo! I’m always a-okay!” Patton said, plastering on his best smile.

“You sure? ‘Cause you’ve been hitting the cheer-up cookies kinda hard tonight. That was your fifth one.” Uh oh. Has it really been that many?

“Weeell sometimes that’s how the cookie crumbles.” He grinned cheekily as the young artist groaned. “But I appreciate you looking out for your old pop kiddo.”

Patton playfully ruffled Alex’s beanie. They grumbled a bit, but Patton could see the small smirk on their face.

“Oooh is that a new piece you’re working on?” asked Patton, spotting the open sketchbook on the bar surface.

“Um, not really,” said Alex, nervously twirling their long blonde hair. “Its something I’ve been working on for a while. I’m just touching up some parts. Virgil gave me some really helpful feedback. He really is talented…”

Patton took note of the soft smile and slight blush on their face at the mention of Virgil. Could Alex possibly be crushing on his stepbrother? The thought made Patton feel bubbly inside but he fought to curb his cupid-like tendencies. He had his own relationship and romance woes to worry about. Playing matchmaker for his favorite pan pals probably wasn’t the best idea.

A light knock on the kitchen widow sill alerted Patton to Thomas’ presence. The chef was holding a small plate of steaming rice and beans with what looked like pieces of chicken sprinkled with chopped green things. What was that, cilantro? Bell peppers?

“Hey Patton, could you taste test this dish for me?” Thomas asked. “I’m trying to convince Logan to let me add some new specials to the menu.”

“Absolutely kiddo!”

Patton took the plate of food, blew on it and spooned a bit of everything into his mouth. The flavors of caramelized onions, black beans, savory chicken, warm rice, and just a hint of lime danced across his tongue. Heavenly.

“Thomas, this is so good!” Patton said, mouth half full.

“Thanks Pat!” Patton savored the look of pride on his friend’s face. “Yeah, it’s called pollo a la plancha; my gran’s old recipe. You know, she’s the one who taught me how to cook in the first place.”

“That’s so sweet! I’m sure Logan will let you add this. He’d be pretty kooky not to once he tastes it.”

“I still say it need more cilantro, guero,” called Enrique from the kitchen.

“You leave my abuelita’s recipe alone!” Thomas cried into the kitchen, making Alex and Patton both laugh. It was his first real laugh he’d had all day.

Patton was about to get back to the bar and check if anyone needed a refill, but then he saw Virgil rush in through the door. He looked very distressed, which made Patton worry.

“Hey Virgil,” both Thomas and Alex said.

“You here for your usual?” Thomas asked.

“Not here for a mozzarella run this time Thomas,” said Virgil. Then he turned to Patton. “Got a sec? I need to talk with you in private.”

“Uhhh,” he looked to his friends who seemed equally concerned then check the bar. Everyone seemed fine for the moment. “Sure Virge.”

He’s immediately let away gently but earnestly to the other side of the bar. It was the only unoccupied spot in the place so they could talk in private.

“What’s up kiddo? Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine, but…” Virgil tugged nervously at his hoodie strings. “I’ve kinda got some bad news.”

“Is it mom and dad? Did something happen to them?”

“No, no! Mom and dad are fine. It’s just,” Virgil huffed. “Okay, just, promise me you won’t freak out please?”

“Of course, just tell me what’s wrong so I can know how to help you.”

The emo artist looked at him with pained sympathy. “You’re great Pat, but I’m not the one whose gonna need help this time.”

Patton waited patiently. Virgil closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said in a rush, “IsawDiocheatingonyou! There. It’s like a Band-Aid rip.”

Patton blanked for a second. It was rushed but he’d heard what Virgil said. Could he have heard wrong?

“Wh-wh-what?” he asked softly.

Virgil sighed. “I was working on my mural and ran out of paint. So made a parkour run through the park since it’s a short cut to the nearest art supply store. I was cutting through some trees when I thought I saw a certain someone’s bowler derby through the leaves…But he wasn’t alone” His teeth clenched at the memory but Virgil kept going. “I got close enough to get a better look without being seen. I thought, like, maybe I’d seen wrong, running and all…but I didn’t. It was Dio, and he was with some other guy…and they were making out. Like, full on tongue fencing.”

“A-are…are you sure Virge?” Patton asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah. I saw his tattoo. It was definitely Dio. I’m so sorry Pat!”

Thoughts and memories swirled through Patton’s head. He didn’t even hear the music in the bar and grill, like his ears were full of emotional cotton. He knew that Virgil wouldn’t lie to him. Yet part of Patton, probably the too-nice-for-his-own-good side, wanted to deny it, give his boyfriend the benefit of the doubt. But now that it had been said aloud there was no denying the truth. It explained so much. The lack-luster touches, distracted texts, and all the cancelled dates because ‘something came up.’ Patton knew Dio was losing interest in him, but he never thought he’d stoop so low as to cheat on him and lie like that. Then again…didn’t he always lie? Oh how could I be so STUPID!

Patton took the entire bag of mini chocolate chip cookies out of his apron pocket. He shoved his hand in and grabbed a fistful. Before he could shove the sweets into his mouth however they were knocked out of his hand. He turned to a stern faced Virgil. Patton frowned back, mad at him for depriving him of the only thing that could cheer him up right now, and defiantly grabbed another fistful.

“No!” Virgil yanked the bag of cookies out of his hands.

“Give it,” Patton said, reaching for the back.

“NO!” Virgil said forcefully, holding them out of reach.

“Virgil Alighieri, you give me back those cookies THIS INSTANT!” Patton stomped his foot.

Instead of giving them back Virgil yeeted them into the nearest trash can. Patton gasped, fighting the urge to cry. He wanted to shout at his brother but it came out more like a pathetic whine.

“Virgil!”

“I am NOT gonna let you eat your feelings again! You’ll make yourself sick. Remember last time?”

He did remember the last time. It was senior prom. Patton had plucked up the courage to ask the girl he liked at the time to go with him to prom and she said yes. Patton had been so excited he bought her a corsage in her favorite color and everything! The day of, however, she approached him after class to tell him she couldn’t go after all. Apparently her long distance boyfriend had flown in for a surprise visit and they were going to have a private dinner together instead. To be fair she had seemed genuinely sorry, even kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for being such an understanding sweetheart. Still, he was crushed. Virgil went as his date instead, but Patton had been so upset he wound up eating nearly all the food at the snack table. He’d spent the rest of the night throwing up in the bathroom. Patton could still remember the smell of puke and how green his face had looked in the mirror. Green like a snake…like Dio’s favorite animal…Dioooo!

The floodgates burst. Patton felt Virgil’s arms wrap around him as he sobbed into his brother’s shoulder.

“It’s okay bro, I’ve got you,” Virgil said, rubbing his back soothingly.

“H-how could he do that to me?” Patton cried. “How c-could h-he cheat? After six months! How could he LIE!?”

He was well aware that he was causing a scene. A grown man whimpering and sobbing in the middle of a bar wasn’t exactly inconspicuous. He didn’t care though. His heart was broken. Not even so much from the betrayal, but because he’d been foolish enough not to see it. To stay even when he’d felt so unhappy and unloved because he didn’t want to hurt the other person. He always thought it was worse to break someone else’s heart than to get your own heart broken. Boy was he wrong. Heartbreak feels so much worse!

“Patton, what’s wrong?” He heard Talyn’s concerned voice ask.

“Are you okay?” Joan asked, big brown eyes wide with worry.

Patton half turned out of Virgils arms to look at them both. “Noooo.”

“I saw Dio kissing someone else in the park.” Virgil explained. “’Nuff said?”

“Oh, that son of a—

“L-language,” said Patton.

“Oh Patton, I’m so sorry!” Talyn hugged him from behind.

“Yeah man,” Joan rubbed his arm gently. “You don’t deserve this.”

Don’t I though? Patton didn’t say this aloud though. He just let himself have a long time coming cry surrounded by his friends.

“Hey can we get some drinks over here?” One of the men at the bar shouted.

“Shut up!” Joan and Talyn shouted back. The guy slinked back in his seat grumbling about bad service.

Just when Patton thought he couldn’t make more of an embarrassed spectacle of himself, Roman bursts in through the door. Oh nononono I can’t let him see me like this. The thought only makes Patton cry harder.

“Greeting hungry and thirsty patrons! Logan, I got your text and lucky for you my rehearsal got out early tonight. Apparently the director ate a bad—“

That’s when he looked up and saw Patton. The smile on Roman’s face dropped and his brow wrinkled with worry. In just a few strides he was standing before Patton, who couldn’t for the life of him stop crying. Whether from sadness or embarrassment he couldn’t tell, maybe a bit of both, but the look of concern on Roman’ face quieted him just a little. Roman cupped his cheek’s gently in his warm hands, his thumbs wiping away some of Patton’s tears.

“Patton, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? Are you sick? Virgil, what on earth happened!?”

Virgil filled him in on the story. It hurt Patton to hear it again, but he was too upset to explain it himself. His sobs had at least died down to hiccuped cries, but he still felt so heavy with sadness. As Roman heard the news his face went from worry to shock to anger and then…something else…something cold. He took a deep breath, turned back to Patton with tenderness in his eyes. Maybe it was because he was so raw with emotions, but Patton couldn’t help himself from practically falling into Roman’s arms. He needed more than just a brotherly hug. He needed to feel wanted. For a second Patton was worried that he’d overstepped a line of sorts, but instead of pushing him away Roman held him back. It wasn’t a long embrace but the warmth (maybe even love) that poured through was enough to finally soothed the storm in Patton’s heart. He wasn’t okay, but he felt safe in those strong yet gentle arms.

Eventually though Roman did pulled away reluctantly. Then he took Patton’s hand—the same one he’d bandaged a week ago—and kissed it. He smiled at Patton sadly and then gave a nod over his head to Virgil. The anxious artist nodded back and gently put an arm back around Patton. Roman turned around but Patton saw his fists clench and the muscles of his back tightened.

“I’m going to kill that creep,” said Roman, his voice low and filled with rage.

“Wha—“

He watched Roman storm away. Patton’s stomach twisted with worry. There was no denying Roman was strong and could hold his own, but so was Dio. The dancer was also fast and tricky. What if Roman got himself hurt? He couldn’t bare the thought.

“Roman where are you going?” Logan said as the actor passed the register. “You just got here.”

“Sorry boss. I’ve got a knuckle sandwich to deliver!”

“Roman, wait!” Patton reached out, but he was already out the door. “…Oh no…nonono he’s going to get himself hurt! Virgil!”

“He’ll be okay Patton.” Virgil squeezed his arm reassuringly. “Trust me. Princy will be just fine.”

“But what if something happens to him? What if Dio…”

The thought of anything bad happening to his strong, brave and sweet prince sent Patton into another fit of tears. His friends surrounded him with their embraces. It didnt stop the tears, but their love he felt from them was like a balm on his heart.

“Hey, what’s going on you guys?” Thomas asked, now out of the kitchen.

“Virgil, what the hell happened?” Alex asked.

Valerie came over to them as well. “Why did Roman storm out the door? Why is Patton crying?”

Virgil sighed. “I am so tired of being the messenger here. Joan, you mind?”

“Apparently Dio’s been fucking cheating on Patton so Roman went to kick his ass,” said Joan.

“WHAT!?” Valerie shrieked. “Oh sweetie,” she gave Patton an almost motherly hug.

“That bastard,” said Alex. “Good on Roman though. Hell, maybe I’ll go help him.”

“Dude, no.” Virgil gently held them back.

By then everyone was aware of what was going on and why. The newer faces were just annoyed by the lack of service and some were heading to Logan with their complaints. The regular patrons on the other hand were just as angry at Dio’s infidelity and probably could’ve made a pretty decent mob. However they opted instead to show support and comfort to their favorite fatherly bartender. Eventually though Logan broke through the small gathering of irate diners and came over to the bar. He pushed up his glasses, clearly confused and frustrated.

“What in the world is going on here? Customers are complaining. Why are none of you working? You know how swamped we are. And since when did we add a new sandwich to the menu? Why did Roman— Patton…Are you ill?”

“…No,” he sniffled. “Not exactly.”

“But then why are you so distressed?” Logan asked, concern and confusion painted across his usual stoic face.

“Patton is, uh, heartsick,” Talyn explained carefully. “Like how my head hurts real bad during migraines, except emotionally…”

Logan seemed to understand better but sighed. “Feelings. The bane of my existence.”

“I-I’m sorry Lo. I’ll g-get back to work. I just…just need a minute.”

Logan turned to the complaining customers, then back to his employees in front of him. Patton could practically see the wheels in his mind turning, puzzling the situation out. He placed a hand on Patton’s shoulder.

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is the pain?” he asked gently.

“Logan.”

“How bad?”

Patton sniffled. “…9…”

That seemed to settle it. Logan pulled out a chair from the nearest table and stood atop it. Then he cleared his throat.

“Attention everyone,” he said loudly. When they hushed he continued. “I have heard your complaints about the lagging service tonight, and I assure you this is not typical of Sanders’ Bar & Grill. That being said, due to a personal emergency, I shall be closing up early today.” Logan gave Patton, whose mouth was agape, a small reassuring smile before continuing. “Therefore I must ask you to kindly vacate the premises. I will see to it that those who’ve yet to receive their orders will be refunded and that you all receive a coupon for one free lunch...should you…come back. I…sincerely apologize for this gross inconvenience and while I hope you return, I shall understand if—“

“Logan, Relax,” said Terrence, getting up from his seat. “We understand.”

“Do what you gotta do man,” said Alex.

“We’ve been coming here long enough to know you’re good on your word,” said Madeline, her dog barked as well. “I’ll be back for that free lunch though.”

“This place has the best drinks in town,” said Valerie. “And the best bartenders. Where else am I going to go for happy hour?”

“We’ll be back,” said another regular.

“All of us,” said another.

Of course Logan was met with some complaints, but the glares from the Sanders’ regulars shut them up enough. Logan’s mouth quirked into a soft smile. He looked deeply touched by their loyalty, as well as relieved. Patton was touched by it as well. Logan stepped back down and readjusted his tie before ushering a few grumbling customers to the register. Meanwhile Thomas went to help close up the kitchen. Joan and Talyn went to clean up the place as well. Patton stayed close to the bar, but he wasn’t left alone. Not only did Virgil stay beside him, but his customers stopped by as well. He smiled as they all came up to him on their way out with words of comfort and reassurance. They called Dio an ass, and assured him that Roman would be okay. Some gave him hugs or squeezed his hand, telling him he’ll be okay; he deserves better. Their kindness meant the world to Patton, but part of him couldn’t help wondering if they were right. Did he really deserve better?

A half hour later the tables were cleaned, chairs flipped up onto the tables, and Sanders’ was officially closed early for the night. Logan had let everyone go home early, assuring them all they wouldn’t lose out on the day’s pay. An exhausted Joan and Talyn went home, giving Patton another hug goodbye first, but Thomas stayed behind. He was worried about Roman as well and wanted to make sure he got back all right. Sometimes Patton forgot how close of friends the two were.

Patton of course stayed as well. Virgil insisted on not leaving his brother and Patton was grateful for that. He was all cried out now but the heaviness hadn’t left his heart. Now that he knew the truth about Dio, what was he supposed to do? Were they officially over? Dio didn’t know that Patton knew, but did that matter since he was the one that cheated? It’s not like Patton wouldn’t have every right to leave him…but could he face being alone again?

A sudden ringing startled Patton from his thoughts. It was the bar’s landline phone. Logan walked over and answered.

“Salutations, Sanders’ Bar & Grill. I apologize but we are closed for the— Yes this is he...Wait, where is he? ….I see….Very well. I’ll be right there. Yes, I shall indeed. Alright. Thank you.” He hung up the phone.

“What was that about?” asked Virgil.

“That was the police station,” said Logan, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Apparently Roman has been arrested.”

“What?” said Patton and Virgil.

“Is he okay?” asked Thomas.

“For now, but I have to go. I’ll be back. Thomas, watch the place until I get back.”

“No prob Logan.”

With a curt nod, Logan was out the door. Thomas slumped into a chair, running a hand through his hair, and Virgil was doing breathing exercises to keep from panicking. They both stopped however when they saw that Patton was still standing in the middle of the room trebling.

“Patton?…Bro, it’s gonna be okay,” said Virgil.

“Yeah, Logan’s on the case. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Thomas said.

“Excuse me please,” Patton said in a rush as he retreated to the back storage room.

Once he was alone Patton tried to calm himself down. His hands shook and he paced around the small room. Thoughts of Roman locked in some small cell, possibly hurt, and all alone invaded his mind. Oh my poor precious impulsive knight in shining armor. He can’t do hard time. He won’t survive in jail. It’s full of too many bad people and he hates the color orange. Oh why oh why did I let you go?

His phone rang then and he jumped at the sound. He checked and saw it was a text. From Dio.

Boyfriend <3: I need you to come pick me up at the park.

That’s it? That’s all he had to say to him!? Patton frowned and dialed the number. He heard the phone ringing and eventually Dio’s voice on the other line.

“Patton? Did you get my text?”

“Dio. What happened?”

“What happened you ask? I’ll tell you what happened. Your crazy co-worker came out of nowhere and jumped me at the park! He kept screaming that I stay away from you, the psycho. But don’t worry I –ow— took care of him.”

Patton gasped. “Wha-what happened to Roman? What did you do to him?”

“What are you worried about him for? He attacked me. Gee, I expected a little more sympathy from my boyfriend. But if you want to know, he only managed to land a few hits. He’s –ow, ouch— he’s in way worse shape than me.”

Even Patton could tell he was lying. Hard to tell a decent fib when you were in pain. Even so, what if he was telling the truth? What if Roman really was hurt?

“By that point the cops came by and I told them how he assaulted me. They took care of him. Good riddance. I wouldn’t want you around the likes of him. But uh…I really do need to get picked up. And uh, maybe we could stop by, like, City MD or something? Not that I need it. Can you come by or what?”

Patton said nothing for a moment. Then he straightened his back, felt something settle in him like a stone. “Ask your other boyfriend.”

“…What?”

“Ask. Your other. Boyfriend.”

“What are you talking abo—

“You’ve been seeing someone else, haven’t you.”

“Now Patton, where would you get a silly idea like that?”

“Please Dio, for once in your life don’t lie to me! Have you been cheating on me? Yes or no?”

“...Patton, kitten, you know I love you.”

“No… You love yourself. But you know what? So do I. And maybe I am too nice for my own good, but I have enough self-respect to know that I deserve better than a lying, cheating slimy snake for a boyfriend! …Its over Dio.”

“You can’t just leave me.”

“Sure I can. Goodbye.”

Patton hung up then immediately deleted Dio’s phone number and texts before he could think twice. Good thing he let Virgil convince him not to move in with Dio after four months. It was finally over. Patton let out a shuddered breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He realized then that his glasses were blurry with tears, but even so he felt…better. Like his chest was finally free of the heavy weight from before. A small laugh escaped his lips. Patton was proud of himself…but there was still one big fear that had its claws sunken into his heart and wouldn’t let go.

“Oh Roman, please be okay.”

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miasswier’s ultimate glee ranking: 44

44: Special Education

Written by: Brad Falchuk Directed by: Paris Barclay

Overall Thoughts: I actually really enjoy this episode! It doesn’t quite measure up to Furt, but as far as competition episodes go I think it’s pretty strong. Will is actually a decent teacher for once (even though Emma has to push him to be so), and basically everybody gets their moment in the limelight, even if it’s for just a brief period of time. I love episodes like this that really remind you that Glee is an ensemble show.

What I Like:

Everybody has a little role to play in this episode, and the ones who don’t really get storylines (Quinn, Sam, Mercedes) still get to sing and be the center of attention for a little bit. Give me all that ensemble shit.

Kurt looks so goddamn cute in his Warbler outfit.

They actually manage to balance McKinley and Dalton fairly well. It doesn’t feel like McKinley is being left in the dust, but neither does it feel like Kurt is completely forgotten. Plus, it’s kind of nice to see Kurt in a scenario where the only person he’s being overshadowed by is his best friend, whom he interacts with regularly. I know some people were frustrated that they sent him to Dalton, but I really loved it. It really gave him the opportunity to shine.

Blaine laughing to himself when Kurt’s joke about working at a cat rescue at the bottom of a coal mine totally flops.

Will calling Rachel out for her bad attitude and bad sportsmanship. It’s funny how she was so intent on getting Sam to stay in ND because “we need him if we want to win Nationals!” but as soon as he compromises her star power he’s on her shit list. Oh, Rachel.

Although I wish this hadn’t happened in front of the whole goddamn choir room, and I wish the context had been different, I do still think Santana was in the right by telling Rachel about her and Finn. Finn shouldn’t have lied about that (telling someone you’re a virgin when you’re not is shitty as fuck), and honestly, if Santana hadn’t spilled the beans I feel like Finn never would have.

Carl and Emma getting married. Even if it only last six episodes, I still think they were cute and good together.

“Wait, you didn’t know about that?” OH KURT

That whole scene in the green room is just absolutely amazing. I agree with Lauren – best greenroom ever.

“And you let me comb my hair with it?”

“I’m not nervous. And you know why? Because show choir is stupid.”

BASICALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT LAUREN ZIZES I LITERALLY ADORE HER.

Puck crying during the hipster’s performance.

Puck standing up for Kurt to Karofsky.

“Where’s Puck? I haven’t seen him since yesterday and I need him to get me a churro.”

What I Don’t Like:

I wish Rachel had broken up with Finn for lying to her about Santana. I don’t like that they took the “I’m not mad you had sex, I’m mad you had sex with her” approach, because it makes it look like Santana is this demon sex lady who spoiled Finn for Rachel with her magical vagina which is all kinds of racist. I’m sorry, but if my SO told me they were a virgin and then it turned out they’d lied, I would be super pissed, and honestly wouldn’t even care about who they had sex with. I just don’t like how this whole thing played out.

Rachel cheating on Finn with Puck. It was vindictive and awful, but also it just goes to show yet again that Glee doesn’t fucking know how to break their couples up without having somebody cheat. Also, it felt like a really cheap way of making Finn the victim so that the rest of the season could focus on Rachel pining after him and trying to get with him yet again, and so that he wouldn’t look like as much of a douche when he got back with Quinn. Also, it was SUPER out of character.

The whole magic comb storyline. One of my issues with the way that Brittany is portrayed by fandom (and why I have such a hard time reading fics where she’s involved as a major character) is how she’s always infantilized because, for a lot of the show, she wasn’t. But here, she is. Actually, for most of her relationship with Artie she is. I don’t know if it was some kind of way to flip the power dynamic (Brittany is popular and a cheerleader, but she’s the one who needs Artie because she’s like a five-year-old) or what, but I really don’t like it. She’s not very smart, but she isn’t a child, and I hate when they portray her like she is (especially since she’s meant to be such a sexually empowered character).

As I mentioned before, I don’t like the context of Santana telling Rachel about her and Finn. I do think she was in the right, but I really wish it had been in the context of “yo, your boyfriend is lying to you, you deserve better” and not “I’m a bitch and hate you for no reason and want to cause drama”. Hashtag Glee Hates Girls.

Blaine is a real dink to Kurt after he auditions for his solo. Go away Blaine, those are not encouraging words.

Kurt going to Rachel instead of Mercedes for song advice. It felt so contrived, and honestly, I wish that their friendship had continued from Duets and not from this, because in Duets it felt natural, but here it’s just like “oh, this is just an excuse for Rachel to sing a song.”

Rachel telling Kurt “this has to be personal, this is about you” and then instantly making it all about her. Shut the fuck up, Rachel, go throw your pity party somewhere else.

Songs:

Don’t Cry for Me Argentina: I like this song, but as I literally just said, I don’t like that Rachel was like “this is about you” and then made it all about herself and the pain she was feeling. That being said, the moment when Kurt raises his hands and Blaine gestures that he shouldn’t is one of my favourite Klaine moments of all time.

The Living Years: I think this performance is kinda funny, and Puck crying is hilarious.

Hey, Soul Sister: Blaine may be a dink in this episode, but boy can sing. This is one of my fave Blaine solos, actually. I love this song as is, and he sounds amazing on it. I’m literally weak for Darren Criss’s voice.

(I’ve Had) The Time of My Life: A really fun, energetic number. Quinn and Sam sound better on this one than they do on “Lucky”. Plus, it’s nice seeing someone other than Finn and Rachel leading the charge.

Valerie: This song is GAY. Mainly because it makes me feel gay things. The dance is awesome, too. I have no idea how Brittany managed some of those flips in heels. Amazing.

Dog Days Are Over: I love this song, and I’m so happy they gave it to Mercedes and Tina instead of Rachel because Rachel would not have sounded good here, and Mercedes and Tina kill it. I love this performance. The end, when they’re all hugging, brings tears to my eyes. Ah, the nostalgia. Good ol’ Glee.

Final Thoughts: While there are definitely things that frustrate me about this episode, I still think it’s really strong. The music is good, the plots flow, and everyone gets a chance to shine. To top it all off, it has some pretty funny moments. Considering how weak the rest of season two has been thus far, I think it definitely stands out. There’s also a nostalgia element for me. I still remember watching this for the first time and geeking the fuck out at Blaine patting Kurt on the knee. Ah, young love.

#ultimate glee ranking

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Interview with the Arcanist

► Name ➔ “Valerie Farmer. Most call me Val; some call me Arcanist, which suits me all right if I don’t know the person.” ► Are you single ➔ “No. No, I am not.” ► Are you happy ➔ “Actually... yes, I rather think I am with regards to several aspects of my life.” ► Are you angry? ➔ “About things outside my control and events I can’t change, yes.” ► Are your parents still married ➔ “I only have the vaguest recollections of my father, and my mother died when I was nine.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “A small farm near the twin lakes of Corin’s Crossing. So... south of Light’s Shield Tower. There’s barely anything left of the place now, though.” ► Hair Color ➔ “Blonde. In another life, brown.” ► Eye Color ➔ “Brown, but it’s rather nice shade of it - kind of soft fawn color, I’ve heard.” ► Birthday ➔ “June 21st, on the Summer Solstice.” ► Mood ➔ “Currently?” The Arcanist quirks an eyebrow. “��Fine. Busy, what with a move and other things. I wouldn’t say no to a break.” ► Gender ➔ “Female.” ► Summer or winter ➔ “Summer. Winters growing up were dreadfully cold.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Light, afternoon, hands down.��

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ "Perhaps.” She grins inscrutably, clearly wanting to keep this part of herself private. ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ "I don’t, no. Love takes patience, care, and trust - none of which you have from the get-go. It’s naive to think otherwise.” ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “That... would be me. We were at very different points in our lives, and it was for the best.” ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “See above.” ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ "I’m not, but for me to make one, I have to trust that the other party will keep their end of the bargain as well. That’s been elusive up until fairly recently.” ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “I’m not much of a hugger, unless I’m either very close to a person - as in, exceptionally close friends or family - or intimate with them.” ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ "No... nor do I think I’d want one. If you admire me, just tell me.” ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “... yes. A couple times. It doesn’t bear discussion, so moving on...”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Why not both?” She grins wryly. “Love, if I had to choose just one. There’s something to be said for amiable companionship and deep romantic feelings.” ► Cats or Dogs ➔ “I love them both - and have both! - but I do so love dogs.” ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I’ve spent a long time around people who only knew the parts of me I wanted shown.” She exhales through her nose sharply, then adds, “I’d like some real, true friends who know me, who accept me and my past and what I want for the future. That sounds refreshing. I hope I’ve found them.” ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “The latter. Easy decision.” ► Day or night ➔ “Despite many efforts to try, I remain stubbornly diurnal even though I am not a morning person.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Val smirks. "Once or twice growing up, when I’d sneak outside to stargaze. My younger sister sleeps like a rock, though, and I learned from getting caught by my grandfather to be more careful.” ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ "How in Azeroth does one fall up stairs?” ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ "Oh, Light, yes.” ► Wanted to disappear ➔ "Out of embarrassment, yes. Out of a will to simply not exist anymore... yes.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ "Eyes. They show far more in the way of warmth and emotion.” ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Val chuckles, thinking of all of the notable relationships of her life, most especially the Kaldorei. "Taller.” ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “I mean... I’m attracted to intelligence. It’s that ‘mage-thing’ and all. I couldn’t see myself with someone physically gorgeous who was dumber than a box of rocks, as my grandfather would say.” ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “What’s the final goal, is my question? I’ve had both. I’ve enjoyed both. You don’t go into either without a set of expectations and a reason, however, and it’s rather judgemental (in my opinion) to say one is categorically better than the other.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “We didn’t for a long time. It was... well, it was complicated, but my sister and I have grown rather close in the past several months. It’s strange to be the younger sister now, though, and watch Hani with her family, her duties, her retirement. In a lot of ways, she’s grown up and I haven’t.” ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “Two of them.” ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Yes. I risked a lot to do it, and I absolutely would not be where I am now had I not.” ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Also a yes. It’s related to why my sister and I fell out of touch for so long.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “Why would I hate my friends?” Val looks confused by the question. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “They’re certainly not bad friends,” she laughs. “Some are closer than others, though.” ► Who is your best friend ➔ “Alyssa is a very good friend, probably my best, as is Lucy. Edmund and I have still somehow managed to keep in touch too.” ► Who knows everything about you ➔ “That honor would go to Mister Heyworth, who has somehow managed to break through many of my carefully erected defenses.”

I didn’t get tagged, and instead shamelessly stole this quiz. Feel free to do the same.

A few mentions:

@valdim-heyworth, @alyssa-ward, some of my spouses’ characters, and my fantastic RP partner who is not here on Tumblr.

#interview #valerie farmer #wow #rp

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Could you write gray ghost where the Avengers meet Valerie and Danny as phantom and red huntress?

"Who...What am I looking at?" Iron Man asked to nobody in particular as a red blur zoomed by, being followed by a green blur, and then a sort of glowing one.

It was a warm day in Queens, which is not unusual considering it was late summer, but the chill that was running down the hero's spine was not welcoming.

The green blur shot at the red one, and it-they-dodged the blast by stopping completely midair and backflipping over their hovercraft.

"Don't you think we should help them?" Clint asked.

"How can we help them when we don't know who the bad guy is?" Natasha pointed out. "How do we know that they're not all bad? It could be a turf war."

"Some turf war," Cap stated.

"Well, I for one am always ready to crash a good party," said Iron Man, right before blasting off and chasing after the figures. Clint just sighed and shook his head as he loaded up an arrow.

"Well, it could be worse," he said.

"How?" Steve asked. Just then, the glowing figure that had been chasing the other two crashed into the street beside them.

"Like that, maybe?" Clint replied. Steve and Natasha ignored him as they ran to the person's aid. Powers or not, that was a pretty hard hit. It would probably take some time to get his bearings.

"What the hell?" Clint muttered as they came up to the...The kid. He was just a teenager, no older than maybe sixteen. He had stark white hair and toxic green eyes that blinked a couple of times before recognition was in them once more. Realization as well.

"Ow," he groaned as he stood back up. He winced as he bent back, popping his vertebrae and then shaking it off. He didn't waste anytime returning to the fight above them, where Iron Man and the red blur were cornering the green one. When the kid came up behind the green one, he put it in a sort of chokehold and took a nosedive, sending both of them into the ground and creating a small crater.

"Who are these guys?" Clint asked, bewildered at the move the kid had just done. He gets having to sometimes hurt yourself to hurt the bad guy, but he just took a massive hit, and then to willingly take another one with possibly more force than the last? He jsut couldn't comprehend why anyone would do such a thing. Especially when there is more than one way to skin a cat.

"Val, now!" The boy shouted, quickly hopping out of the way. A second later, there was a bright light, and the green figure was gone. The girl in red capped a sort of containment unit and handed it to the boy, who strapped it to his hip. Then they high-fived.

"Who are you guys?" Iron Man asked as he touched down in between the strangers and his friends. He hadn't said it in a hostile way. He was genuinely curious, but the two strangers seemed wary of the superheros anyway. Especially the one in red, who stepped in front of the glowing boy and held her gun up to them. Behind him, Tony heard a small, "told you so," from Natasha, and honestly? He was not having it right now.

“Babe, come on, they’re superheroes,” The glowing one said, bouncing up and down excitedly. For a teenager he sure liked to act like a five year old.

“I don’t care who they are. They’re not gonna step any further,” the one in red said menacingly. She was as scary as Natasha, and nobody was really willing to challenge her.

“We just have a couple of questions,” Steve said, holding a calm hand up to show her that they were in fact not going to do anything. “You did kind of just come out of nowhere.”

Behind the one in red, the glowing kid had stars in his eyes. He seemed more excited than ever to see Captain America, and was whispering under his breath to his companion, who, for a split second, seemed more like a mom than a warrior.

“Who are you guys?” Clint asked, hooking his bow to his back.

“Red Huntress,” she answered. “This here is Phantom.” Her answer was short and clipped. Very much to the point, once again letting them all know she was not playing games. “And you all are the Avengers, all up the government’s ass.”

“We’re not with any government,” Iron Man defended. “And trust me, we’re not really buddy-buddy with S.H.I.E.L.D. either.”

Red Huntress didn’t say anything for a moment. They waited one beat...Three beats. Then her gun powered down and was put away. Her stance relaxed a bit, but it was obvious her guard was still up.

That movement seemed to be all Phantom needed to spring forward to Captain America and shake his hand, talking a million miles a second. Red Huntress pulled away her mask, revealing beautiful dark skin and big, curly hair as she smiled and rolled her eyes at Phantom. Steve looked like he didn’t really know what to do with all the attention centered around him. It was almsot comical to watch.

“Sorry about him, he gets excited when he meets his childhood heroes,” she said. She stepped forward to shake Iron Man’s hand. He pulled his helmet back as well and smiled down at her and took it.

“So what’s your name?” He asked.

“Name’s Valerie, and that’s my overexcited puppy dog boyfriend, Danny.”

“Cool. Would you like to join us for some schwarma?”

“We would love to.”

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Wow, sorry this took so long, I’ve been super busy with school and work. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

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clueless girls || juliette and chanel

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: their dorm room // early march 2021.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: juliette x chanel.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒: none.

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒: two heartbroken girls and one favorite movie.

After a day of thinking way too much, Juliette turned on the TV in their room while Chanel was out. She put on 1995's Clueless, one of her favorite comfort movies. Juliette sat on the edge of her bed in her match set pj's and plaited her hair into two small french braids before putting on a face mask. She did her best to focus on the movie, and pulled out a full sized carton of ice cream out of their shared mini fridge and freezer. She had just gotten fully comfortable when Chanel came in, she looked like she always looked to be back in the room ... mildly upset. Juliette figured she also didn't go to the Striking Viper's show. "Avoiding the show too?" she asked quietly, "you can watch clueless if you want, I don't mind restarting it." Juliette and Chanel had never really gotten along, but it was okay to call a truce from time to time.

If this was any other weekend, Chanel would be going out to some party and having the time of her life, but after her previous night with Wren, all she wanted to do was lay around in her room and do absolutely nothing. Being alone with Juliette was never a fun option, but she didn't care right now. She was too mentally drained to do anything. Once she opened the door, she heard the faint noise of Clueless playing from their tv. It was one of her favorite movies, probably number two to Snow Dogs. It always put her in a good mood. "Hm? Oh yeah, way too awkward to see them." she answered with a sad smile. Why were these two girls always stuck in the same situations? "I could never turn down Clueless, it's like one of my favorite movies." she said before quickly changing into some comfy clothes and hopping onto her bed. "Have you talked to her recently?" she asked, hoping it wasn't too sore of a subject. Chanel only knew what Wren had told her back when they were together.

She was surprisingly comfortable with Chanel in the room at this point. She didn't think they would ever get there. "It's a comfort movie of mine, along with the book it's based on" said Juliette as she tossed the closed face mask pot over onto Chanel's bed. "I have been pretending that I don't go here, so no ... I have not" said Juliette looking down a little. She put her hand on the back of her neck, "and she is seeing someone now. So it would be weird if I showed up. Not that I expect her to want to date me again ... but it would be hard to be just friends" the girl explained. When she was ready for it, having Stevie be in her life was the most important thing to her. They didn't need to date to maintain that strong bond between them. She just wanted to be able to be in the same room as her, "Have you talked to Wren?" she asked as she dug into her icecream.

"Emma, right? Laurie used to tell me about that before," Chanel paused, mentally curing herself for using the nickname. Not in front of other people, especially Juliette. "he loves anything Jane Austen." she continued on with a nod before grabbing the face mask pot and opening it up to apply some. Once she had the face mask on, she passed the pot back to Juliette and looked at her with narrowed eyes. Sometimes she wanted to hide away from Wren, but then her chaotic side would come out, and she wanted him to see how good she was doing ... even if she wasn't doing so great. He didn't have to know that though. "I get that, I guess I kinda feel the same way." she shrugged her shoulders, referring to the fact that it would be hard to just be friends with her ex. "You should get yourself out there, though. Maybe she'll see you and totally fall all over again." she said with a smile. "Yeah, once. Or twice technically, oh no three times." she shook her head. "Once because we totally got Parent Trapped, second time over text, third time just us in person. No parent trapping, but I definitely fucked up. Typical Chanel."

"Oh he's a Jane Austen fan? I would not have guessed that ... like at all" said Juliette, confused honestly. He was just so ... jockish. She enjoyed him, she thought he was funny and she knew that Stevie loved him. But she guessed she never really took the time to get to know him with all the secrecy involved in their relationship. "It's hard, existing" said Juliette awkwardly, "like in the same place" she added to make her statement a little less weird. "Yeah, I ran out of the room when I saw her. I definitely feel you on messing up. But I'm sure we can both bounce back from it, at least you will. You're Chanel Hampton" said the girl with a soft smile and a shrug. She meant it. Typical Chanel Hampton was having everything handed to you, at least that was Juliette's perspective. "Do you think you two are going to be friends? Or get back in the swing of things?" she asked, curious as to what her intentions were. If she had things her way, she would be intending to get back together with Stevie. That is if the two of them hadn't changed too much for each other. But that was not the reality. The reality was that she was not dating someone, but definitely thinking about it. The window was closing quickly, and she was way too much of a whimp to do anything about it.

"Oh yeah, I can't tell you how many times he's read Pride and Prejudice." Chanel thought about how cute Wren looked as he read. Just sitting there with his glasses on, so focussed in on the story. The sight itself relaxed her. She could definitely relate to Juliette's statement about existing in the same place as your ex, but existing in general? Maybe she could relate to that as well. Chanel would come off as some ungrateful bitch if she were to admit to that, she practically got everything she wanted. But she lived such a lonely life, it was numbing. She laughed under her breath once Juliette said how she was Chanel Hampton, because that was a good enough reason. It was to Chanel, at least. "And you're a Hastings. Seems like a lot of power to me." she said truthfully, matching the girl with a smile of her own. "I know I don't exactly know what happened between you two, but she seemed like she really cared about you." Chanel had been around the two when she was hanging out with Wren's band, and though she didn't see much, what she did see seemed sweet. "Uh, honestly? I don't know. I don't know if you ever like, heard what happened between us, but I wasn't exactly the most honest person to him. I don't think I can really recover from that." she admitted. It was weird to be this honest with Juliette, but something about their similar situations made Chanel feel comfortable enough to talk about it. "He always trusted me, no matter what. Even when I was a complete bitch, he saw.. me, you know? So to do something shitty enough to completely break his trust? To hurt him like that? I don't think I can come back from it."

Juliette thought it was sweet that he loved Jane Austen. There was probably a lot more to Wren than she knew, her time with Stevie and her friends had been cut dramatically short. She smiled when Chanel called her powerful, some days she forgot how similar they were underneath everything. Once you peeled back how they behaved in spite of their struggles ... there was a lot of emotion and circumstance that they shared. "I lied to Stevie before we got together, and she forgave me. I know it took time and a lot of love to do it, but being all in ... like me being all in, helped her see how honest I was being. Committed to change" said Juliette, even though she was caught in a tangle of lies again. These were lies of omission, but they were still lies. "I know what you mean about being seen. I felt like I was invisible until she saw me" said Juliette, taking another bite of icecream. She felt invisible here again, and she was hiding in the shadows. "I think he never stopped seeing you, I mean you fought his girlfriend like what, three times? and you two still got together" she reasoned.

"What did you lie about?" Chanel asked immediately, just to see if Juliette's lie was on the same level as hers. "Sorry, you totally don't have to tell me. I'm just being nosy, as usual." she shrugged her shoulders and went into their mini fridge to grab a snack. She thought about what Juliette said for a second, about being all in. Didn't Wren know she was all in? Wasn't Wren all in? It just seemed like the damage she caused was too severe. To know she hurt Wren that much, broke her inside. "Love sucks, and so does their band. They just had to be super sweet and super cute and musically talented too? Absolutely ridiculous." she said to keep the mood a little light. They were both stuck in shitty situations, but at least they were in it together...? Chanel laughed as she thought back on all the times she fought Valerie. "Three times." she repeated. "I should totally be mature about it now and say that it was something I deeply regret. But I still find it pretty funny. You ever been in a fight?" she asked with a smile, assuming the answer would be no.

"It's a really long story. But to sum it up ... we met on the internet and talked for two years, at first it was platonic and then it was not exactly platonic. Thing is it was all anonymous for a really long time, but at the end of it all I figured out who she was and told her I loved her online, and then proceeded to hook up with her in person -my identity still a secret- and subsequently got mad at her online for hooking up with someone else after I told her I loved her. Essentially I cat-fished her and accused her of two timing me with me" Juliette summated. It was a much deeper story than all of that, "It also happened around the time that Griffin passed, so I was pretty messed up in the head." Juliette had to laugh when Chanel said that the band sucked, because that was an obvious lie. She followed it up with the fact that they were super sweet, cute, and musically talented, "Yeah I don't know why the two of them have to be so perfect and then there's us. It's really inconsiderate" said Juliette, a smile cracking from behind the surface. She was happy that she had someone who understood everything and was in the same place. "I have not been in a fight, unless you count me versus nature. My parents made me live in the woods in the summers? They thought it would make me straighter? I don't really see how that works, but I do have mild survival skills now" said Juliette with a little shrug. The whole thing was ridiculous when she thought about it. It was best not to. "Imagine me in a fight though, someone could blow on me and I would be down for the count" she added as a laugh filled the room.

Chanel listened to Juliette's story with raised brows, it seemed like something straight out of a movie. She let out a laugh once the other girl brought up how she was mad that Stevie was two timing her with her. "I'm sorry, but that's pretty funny. Like if I was you, I would have made the biggest deal about it. But I'm just naturally a jealous, petty bitch. It can't be helped." she raised her shoulders. "I thought my story with Wren was like super cute, but yours is definitely one of a kind." It was a very interesting story, but also must have been pretty exciting. To have a place to go to where it was just the two of them, even if it was on the internet. The mention of Griffin did shock her a bit, but she tried to look unfazed. "Woah, are you saying we're not perfect? I'd say they're pretty lucky to have dated us. I mean, are they really gonna do any better than us? I like to tell myself that even if Wren is going off, hooking up with people, they're all basically downgrades from me. Makes me sleep better at night." she joked, or at least half-joked. Chanel wasn't sure how she'd do out in the woods. She would be able to wear cute outdoorsy clothes, but she'd also have to deal with bugs. Tragic. "Yeah, that really sucks what they did. You know, the whole boarding school thing, and sending you out in the woods. My dad threatened me with boarding school too once he ... found out." she said as she patted her stomach. "Like do boarding school have a no-gay, no-pregs force field over it? Hags are so weird." she shook her head as she ate her snack. "If someone threw a punch at you'd, I'd say you'd fly all the way back home. You're very light." she said with a smile.

"Right?? I felt crazy but totally right at the same time. Half of me wanted to make sure she liked the actual me without knowing that I was the girl online. The other half of me was really upset that she would even think about doing anything with me me when online me said I love you. It was a big personality split" she said with a laugh. Their story really was one of a kind. Juliette smiled when Chanel was complimenting herself and Juliette through that. "I wish I could say the same, but I did some social media recon with Chase earlier. I'm kind of screwed in that department. Major upgrade." Juliette shook her head. Even if she wanted to compete with Juniper, she couldn't. It just wasn't a fight she was going to win. She had heard about Chanel's pregnancy scare through keeping up with Gabrielle and Chase. Scandals just followed the two families around and never gave the Hastings or the Hamptons a break. Her comment about boarding school was funny though, "It was weird, I was way gayer at boarding school than I ever was at home. I think it was just getting me out of the public eye, Dad was doing his best to get re-elected and the elderly people don't care that he had an affair, but they would care if his kid is gay. Worst part is, of his gay children, I wasn't the one who was also a drug dealer and in a thruple. But that's just an opinion" said Juliette, laughing a little. Montag was a special one, and how he never got caught? That is a mystery. "Most definitely, they'll have to take me to the American Girl doll hospital if I'm ever in a fight" she said, laughing harder. She could hardly get the joke out.

"Oh my god, no. Your feelings? Super valid. I wasn't even dating Wren yet and got all super pissed about how he changed my name on his phone to 'Charlie H.' I think his ex felt threatened by me." she said with a proud smile. "But still, not cool. I hold grudges too. Like not super seriously, but I have thrown the Charlie H. thing in Wren's face randomly whenever we had stupid fights." she said with a laugh. She could never back down from a fight. She always needed to be right, or at least have the last word. "You can't think like that though. You just have to say she's a downgrade until you believe it. Like your outfits! You probably have a way better wardrobe than her." Chanel did appreciate Juliette's style, and if they were actually friends, she would for sure want to borrow some. The two girls seemed to have a lot in common, but one thing they definitely shared was pretty awful parents. But that was something they were very much aware of. "You meet anyone in boarding school? Any pretty girls caught your attention?" she asked as she wiggled her eyebrows. It was definitely new to hear Juliette mention the affair so casually. Chanel had brought it up to other people, mainly close friends whenever she felt like complaining, but to talk about it with another Hastings felt odd. She was relieved that it was something they could mention without there being too much tension. It's not like they were the ones that did anything wrong. They were just caught in the middle of it. "He clearly knows how to sneak around. Bless Lexi's heart, I don't know how she did it with those two. It seems like a fun time at least." she said with a smile. Chanel started to laugh again with Juliette once she made her last comment. "Maybe I could help you one day. I'm surprised Marina hasn't. She doesn't hold back."

Juliette and Chanel were laughing up a storm. This is probably the first good conversation they have ever had, and it was going ... surprisingly well. Obviously the days to follow were not all going to be this good, but this was a nice moment for them to share. Juliette pulled up the screenshots Chase had gotten for her on phone and got up out of her bed to show Chanel, "this is her, she seems ... cool. Something I utterly lack" said Juliette. She had no ill will towards the other girl, it just sucked that she had the one thing that Juliette wanted more than anything: time with Stevie. "I was in a tele-relationship for the rest of junior year, which was hard but awesome" said Juliette, "and then ... I spent the majority of the year turning people down because I wasn't ready." There had been options, though the pickings were slim, and none of them could compare at all. She just wasn't ready to let go and be with someone else, and it honestly made her prospects look even worse. "If I were the kind of person to get into things that would lead to fights, I'm pretty sure Marina would fight them for me" said Juliette with a smile. She did love her friend, she was always willing to defend her.

Chanel leaned over to the side, looking at the screenshots on Juliette's phone. There she was, the girl she had seen Stevie with. She definitely was pretty, but Chanel wouldn't bring that up now. What good would that do? "She's fine." she shrugged carelessly. "But you're super pretty, and I would not lie just to make you feel better." She couldn't imagine how difficult it must have been to do a long distance relationship. Chanel loved physical touch, it was her love language, but maybe she'd be able to do it. She didn't exactly want to find out though. "I don't know if it would make you feel any better, but Stevie never dated anyone senior year." Chanel noticed how sad Stevie became whenever she was hanging out with Wren's band. It's like she was a different person for a while. "I'd tell you to go find someone new, but I can't even take my own advice. The random hook ups barely help." she pouted. They helped in the moment, but once it was all over, Chanel was back to thinking about how much she missed Wren. "That is true. I like to do the fighting myself, but I am also the type to pick the fights."

Juliette knew the other girl was most definitely more than fine, but she wasn't going to push on that until Chanel told the whole truth. It was a kind thing to say to make her feel better. "Thanks" she said in reply to Chanel telling her that she was pretty. This really had been a good day for the two of them, actually getting along was nothing she ever imagined. "She didn't?" Juliette asked as she turned her head to the side. She assumed that she did and no one was going to tell her about it. "Someone new will find me when the time is right" Jules added with a shrug as she headed back to her own bed. Juliette turned her attention to the TV and laughed at one of her favorites scenes. Chanel laughed along too. Finally, the two had shared with one another and hadn't just completely hated the other out of circumstance. A growing pain for both of them, but most definitely worth it. //END

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