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𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 || 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐚 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: "Clarisse x reader where readers emotions control weather? If that makes sense"
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Zeus sees Percy being claimed by Poseidon as an act of war, and decides to retaliate by claiming a child of his own
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: show!Clarisse La Rue x Zeus!fem!reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Swearing
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Smitten Clarisse ofc (>ᴗ•) !
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1k
𝐀/𝐍: Thank you so much for your request, I adore this concept !! I tried my best to replicate the reader’s emotions in the weather through the story, not just after she’s claimed. I hope I did it justice !! Enjoy <3
Terrified tears are streaming down your face and your heart is pounding in your chest. The rain is pelting against the windows now, and thunderclaps seem to shake the earth.
"Dad? I don't understand, what is that thing?" You choke, staring at the pair of red headlights out the back window, censored by the sheen of rain on the glass.
Except it isn't a set of headlights. It's a pair of eyes. Red, glowing, blood-thirsty eyes.
"D/N, are we almost there?" Your mother cries, her knuckles pale as she grasps the fabric of her pants.
"Yes," he grunts, foot hard down on the accelerator. "Y/N, do you see that hill ahead? With the pine tree?"
You squint into the darkness, just about making out the landmark your father is referring to, lit up by the high beams of the car.
"Yes, Dad. But I don't underst—"
"Listen, you must get to that tree no matter what. Don't look back, don't stop. Get past that tree and you'll be okay."
A sob escapes your lips, a crackle of lightning lighting up the sky. Behind the car, the light illuminates the beast chasing the car. A truck-sized mastiff, dripping saliva from a lolling mouth adorned with yellowing teeth. A scream peals from your throat as darkness swallows it once more.
"What is that?" You wail. Before either of your adoptive parents can respond, something large slams into the back of the car.
You're sent spinning, but the Hellhound doesn't let you hit the side of the road. It immediately stops you with a paw, tearing a hole in your car.
The beast's jaws snap eagerly at you, and you scramble backwards. In the front seat, your parents are reduced to slumped, motionless silhouettes. Terrified, you fumble for the door handle behind you, falling backwards onto the concrete and feeling your skin scrape.
You struggle to your feet, jumping away as the dog's fangs tear the car into a pile of coleslaw.
"Stop!" You shriek. Another lightning bolt reveals the landscape around you, and you see the hill towering above you, the pine tree adorning it rocking around in the hurricane-force winds.
Your father's words echo in your mind as your legs pump desperately up the slick, wet grass. They'll be okay, they got out, you think when the Hellhound turns away from the shredded metal, scarlet gaze now trained on you.
You're still nowhere near the top, and now the monster is practically upon you. It runs towards you like an excited puppy, gangly legs crossing meters of distance in seconds.
You're just about to squeeze your eyelids shut and say your final prayers when an explosion of light scorches the ground in front of you, knocking you hard backwards.
You feel your head collide with something, and then it's all dark.
A faint buzz is whining in your ears.
Where am I?
Your eyelids feel glued down when you try to pry them open, and when you manage it you're met with a kaleidoscope of white sheets and plain walls.
Your vision is swimming, but you make out the figure of a girl standing in the doorway. She has dark, coily hair and an unreadable expression on her face.
"Where am I?" You croak, your throat dry and scratchy, probably from all the screaming.
But the girl doesn't respond, just turns and leaves.
Exhausted from the effort, blackness envelopes you again.
"And this here is Cabin 4, Demeter," the boy with black hair says, gesturing to the building.
You sign inwardly, body still tired and aching. In the last few hours you have woken up, been told your parents are dead, gotten told everything you thought about the world is wrong and now you are being given a very in-depth tour of 'Camp Half-Blood'.
The sky is overcast, and you wearily listen as the boy goes on.
"And here is Cabin 5, Ares—" Luke is cut off by an olive-skinned girl storming out of the cabin's door, practically colliding with you.
"Fuck— watch where you're going, idiot!" She growls. When she looks up at you, a flicker of something swims through her eyes, but is replaced promptly by a glower.
"Newbie," she snarls. Behind her, a group of kids seep out of the cabin after her. At her words, they don menacing scowls and jeer.
"She looks awful!" One laughs.
"Push her over, Clarisse!" Another crows.
Clarisse cocks an eyebrow, looking you up and down pointedly. "You guys think I should teach this runt her place?" She asks. She's responded with cheers.
You step back hesitantly. Luke sighs.
"Clarisse, I'm just doing my job. Do you have to be difficult?" He says exasperatedly.
"That's okay, Castellan. You can go now, I'll look after the newbie," she grins, stepping forward to wrap her fists in your collar. She drops you, letting your exhausted body hit the earth with a thud. "Comfy down there, Darling?"
The all-too-fresh memory of falling out of the car escaping the Hellhound resurfaces, and angry tears spring to your eyes.
Your lip curls as you look up at 'Clarisse', her smug smile towering over you.
"Listen," you spit, standing up. "I've just been attacked by an actual Hellhound. It killed my parents. I'm exhausted. I'm just trying to get through this tour so I can get to whatever stiff sleeping bag they give me and go to sleep."
The overcast sky has darkened, heavy black clouds groaning with thunder threaten to release rain.
"I don't need some tough girl who thinks she owns this—apparently—magical fucking circus to tell me 'my place.' My place is back home with my parents. That's where I belong. But they're gone, so shove off back to kindergarten and learn some manners!"
Your voice cracked at some parts, and you know tears are threatening to fall from your eyes. But the dark look on your face gets the message across.
Clarisse's eyes glimmer with that look again, a tiny thing only you can see. But for everyone else, they just see her shrug.
"Whatever, Darling. Just watch where the hell you're going, m'kay," she states, spinning on her heel and sauntering off with her band of Ares kids scurrying behind her.
You sigh, letting your tense shoulders sag. The rain clouds give a shudder and release a light drizzle. You wipe a small tear from one eye.
This is definitely the hardest day of your life.
Your feet glide over the pine needle soundlessly, a hefty Xiphos clutched in your hands.
It's been a week since your arrival at Camp Half-Blood. A week full of training, lessons and camp activities. You have found yourself rather handy with a sword, and you're even warming up to the kid in Hermes' cabin.
Ahead of you, Clarisse La Rue and her band of sheeple are wandering back towards their flag. You're stealthily following them, the chocolate-eyed girl none the wiser.
The sky is bright and blue, flocks of cheerful clouds frolicking around on the sweet summer winds. You feel a thrill of joy pass through you. It's a beautiful day, you've finally settled in, and you are about to beat that bully La Rue.
Well, you would have if, in your excitement, you hadn't carelessly stepped on a twig.
Gods, didn't that only happen in the movies? You wince as the pack of Ares kids whip around, spears and swords brandished.
"You!" Clarisse says when she sees you. "Trying to find our flag, are you?"
She smirks, stalking forward. You step back slightly, heart pounding. Yes, you are quite good with a sword now, but you are no match for Clarisse. Even you can admit that.
She leans in close. "You should know better," she says, her voice honeyed.
A couple of her teammates move forward, teeth gleaming and swords hungry for skin. Clarisse's eyes flash, and she holds up a hand.
"No, go on to the flag. I'll deal with her," she orders. Some of the kids look doubtful, so Clarisse gives you a shove for emphasis. "I'll deal with her."
Reluctantly, the kids peter out. Turning back to you, Clarisse holds your gaze for a moment, before shaking her head with a scoff. But there isn't much venom in it.
"Just stay out of it, newbie," she grunts, swinging her spear leisurely over one shoulder and turning to leave.
You frown in disbelief. "That's it?"
Clarisse pauses, looking at you over one shoulder. "What, do you want a fight, Darling? Because we both know that would just end up with you in the infirmary."
You tilt your head, observing the brown-haired girl. "No, not at all. You're just... not what I thought."
Clarisse scoffs again, but there is even less malice in it. You think you must be imagining the warm glow around her cheekbones.
"Just, stay out of it," she mutters, turning and jogging off into the trees.
You stare after her, cheek tingling where her breath had brushed it.
Of course, you didn't stay out of it. You had followed after her, the girl too flustered to notice you slipping in and sneaking off with the flag.
After your win, the whole camp accepted you fully. Ares still shoots you glares, but no one has dared push you over again.
And yet, no God or Goddess has claimed you. Many campers are after a week or two, but it has been months and still not a sign.
"She's too smart for an Ares," someone guesses.
"But she's too tough for Athena," another had argued.
"What about Apollo? She's alright with a bow."
"Definitely not, have you heard her sing in the shower block?" Someone laughs.
"I mean, that would explain why Apollo hasn't claimed her!"
Every day begins to feel worse than the last, every time you prove yourself worthy you are rewarded with nothing. Even the weather seems to agree, the sky gradually getting gloomier and wetter. Campers have been grumbling about this being the 'bleakest summer ever.'
The only spark in your life, unbelievably, is a certain fiery girl from Cabin 5.
You've been entertaining yourself by trying to worm your way into the stony warrior's heart, your suspicions about her proving correct with every blush and scoff you are gifted with when you manage to sneak through a crack.
The clouds seem to part, letting a beam of rare sunlight through, whenever you're with her. When you're without her, you find your hands itching to touch her, a playful shove or a flick.
A few shoves and flicks later, you find yourself standing in the middle of the training Arena, clad in sweaty bronze armor being asked out by a flushed Clarisse La Rue.
A warm trickle of sunlight sinks into the space between you, both panting from the private spar you were in moments before. You can see every freckle, every dark eyelash on her face.
"Go out with you?" You breathe, lowering your sword from where it was raised. "Like, with you?"
Clarisse scoffs —her nervous habit, you've found— and removes her helmet, resting it on her hip. "Yes, with me, Darling. But if you're already set on Castellan, lift that sword again and we can forget about this—"
"Fuck Castellan, of course I'll go out with you!" You cry, letting your weapon clatter to the ground and wrapping your metallic arms around her.
You don't know what the other campers meant when they called it the 'bleakest summer ever.' All you know now is sunshine and blue-sky days, days filled with summery winds and strawberry picking and secret dates with your tough girl. You hardly ever think about your unclaimed status anymore, too in love to care. You can't even remember before Clarisse.
She's awfully protective of you, always standing up to anyone who tries to push you around. You did wish she wouldn't pick on the newbies, though.
"Clari, he's only 12! Give him a break," you protest. You're sprawled out in Clarisse's sheets as she sits on the end of the bed polishing her spear for Capture the Flag that afternoon.
"Nope. I hate liars," she states simply.
You roll your eyes. Always so stubborn. "Clarisse, he's barely put his foot in the door. Let the kid adjust."
Clarisse shakes her head. "No! He lied about killing the minotaur, he soaked me and my friends—" you snort "—and now he's walking around here like he's better than me! I ought to show that runt—"
You've sat up and pressed a kiss to her lips. Clarisse falters, flustered from the touch. For a girl who isn't afraid of anything, you've found her to be very timid when it comes to affection.
"No one's better than you, Clari," you murmur. Her face sets ablaze. "But, you don't have to prove that, we already know it."
Clarisse hums thoughtfully, leading into your touch for a moment. Then she springs up abruptly, leaving your lips cold. "Sorry, no can do. Reputation and all that. See you in battle, Darling!"
You flop back down onto the bed with a groan as she eagerly sprints off. That's right, you're on the opposite side.
"You really think he's the one, Annabeth?" You whisper to the patch of air beside you. You're crouched behind a bush watching the 12-year-old arch nemesis of your girlfriend dozing on a log after a very strenuous afternoon of dancing and playing with geckos.
"Yes," the patch of air replies. You sigh, shifting uncomfortably. You can't believe you let Annabeth rope you into this.
"Can we please go help Luke and Chris? I'm sure Percy can look after himself," you mutter. "And I'm bored!"
"Well, you won't be bored for much longer," invisible Annabeth says.
You turn back to Percy to see none other than your girlfriend stalking towards him brandishing her red-hot spear. Of course, you groan internally. She does look really good in those camo pants, though.
When the Ares pack start chasing the boy, you're about to step out of your hiding spot, but Annabeth's arm stops you.
"Not yet," she orders.
You may not be as formidable as Clarisse, but you are far from puny. You let her protect you because that's Clarisse's love language. But you can handle yourself perfectly well, one stormy glare of yours can send a camper fleeing for the hills. On top of that, you hate being ordered around, especially from a child.
But you listen, because you're reluctant to be as stubborn as your girlfriend. So you stay expertly hidden as you and Annabeth follow the pack down to the lake. But a flash of anger shoots through you when you see the young boy knocked to the floor.
"Sorry, Annabeth," you grunt, stepping out onto the gravel. "Clarisse! Leave him alone!"
Clarisse doesn't stop her tussle, just glancing over at you. "Stay out of it, Darling."
"You always say that," you growl, picking off one of the Ares kids and combatting him with your sword, and you quickly have him disarmed and on the ground. Suddenly, your head shoots up when you hear a bloodcurdling scream.
"Clari!" You cry, stomach clenching when you see the severed spear in her hands. Her gift from her father.
"Clari, stop. He's not worth it," you plead, running up to her when she hefts the scrawny boy into the air. Your arms wrap around her waist, and you guide a fuming Clarisse back towards the cabins. Percy will be okay, Annabeth will look after him.
Well. You thought she would, but you turn towards a 'splash' to see that the girl has pushed Percy into the lake.
"What the hell, Annabeth!" You begin to call over, but the words dry up when you see his bloody wounds knitting themselves over. Your jaw drops open when you realize what that means moments before the trident appears above the boy's head.
Poseidon, Poseidon, the Big Three, Poseidon, you hear kids all around you whispering. The poor boy looks shell-shocked.
"Fuck that kid," Clarisse says disbelievingly. You rub your hand on her back, once again leading her to the cabins.
"It's okay, Clari. He's just going to get slaughtered by Hades' monsters now, you know they're on the brink of war. You don't have to trouble yourself any—"
You falter when Clarisse stops walking, a look of horror in her eyes. You frown and look around confused when the rest of the Blue Team start staring at you too.
"What?" You ask, following the gaping camper's gaze to the space above your head.
The wind is knocked from your body. Above your head, an icy-white lightning bolt marks you. Daughter of Zeus.
Your insides churn—you're not an idiot, you know what this means. Zeus has seen Percy being claimed as an act of war and decides to retaliate by finally acknowledging his daughter.
The stares, the whispers, the complications, it all stirs in your gut like a hurricane. In the sky, a storm cloud has begun brewing and crackles with lightning.
"Stop staring!" You cry at your teammates, a bright lightning bolt lighting up the sky. Tears well in your eyes, and rain begins to pelt down on the gravelly shore.
When the campers don't move, you shoot them one of your deadly glares. "Scram!" You growl, the following grumble of thunder making them scatter. Only Clarisse stays.
"Don't you understand?" You sob to her, rain mixing with the tears on your cheeks. "He doesn't care about me. He hasn't cared about me for months! I'm just a bargaining chip to him, a plaything to through at his stupid brother!"
You turn to storm off, and the sky growls at you. "Is this me, too? Am I doing this?" You shout, gesturing manically at the sky. Clarisse crosses over to you.
"Screw Hades, screw Poseidon, screw the lot of them!" Clarisse hisses, grabbing your hands to stop you from leaving. "Zeus doesn't deserve you, Darling. Don't let him use you, don't give him the satisfaction."
You sniff, the rain softening to a shower. "I don't want to be like this," you croak, your foreheads touching as you look at your intertwined hands. Tiny sparks are erupting at the contact.
"I don't know, Sparky. It's pretty cool," Clarisse grins.
You laugh, the tension easing from your body. The dark clouds in the sky above blow away. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Why should I let them control me? I'll just explode them if they try."
Clarisse grins, brushing a wet strand of hair from your face and kissing you on the side of your mouth. "That's the spirit, Sparky."
( 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 !! )
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You should make winged!child a series
And can you do the scene where the Marines are surrounding the island and the reader is outside
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New Begginings (Mihawk x male!winged!Child!Reader)
A/N: Okay I ‘ll be honest I totally finished this yesterday but was too lazy to edit it I beg for your forgiveness 🐼 💕 🧎🏽♀️ . But to pay back I COOKED LET ME TELL YOU I COOKED HERE, I think, I hope? Kinda nervous cause I really like how this one turns out and I see this one being able to become more in the future so I really hope y’all like it?
Dividers by @/saradika
Part two ish?
“Ah, it’s getting dark. I should go back inside; sorry, Mister. Humandrill! My papa said I shouldn't be outside alone when it’s dark!” He said to his ape companion, waving as he turned around to return to the castle until a sound made them turn back around.
The boy's eyes widen at the sight. There on the shore were fleets of the Navy making his way closer to Kuragaina Island.
He slowly stepped back from the coast, falling over a small rock, as tears start to well in his eyes in fear.
He is quick to snap out of it at the sound of a cannonball being shot and landing not far from the winged boy, stumbling his way up and dashing toward the castle, his wings flapping to try to accelerate his pace.
The child runs frantically towards the castle, his tears falling in panic as he approaches the castle gates. However, his haste soon causes him to stumble yet again, a cannonball quickly heading his way.
He sobs, covering themselves with his wings to lessen the impact, squeezing his eyes shut.
Reader’s eyes shot open when he heard the sound of two collisions next to him; before him now stood their father, his expression being far more serious than usual, his signature hat nowhere to be seen instead, the cannonball now lay in front of him cleanly cut in half
“Are you alright?” Mihawk said sternly in a low tone, scooping his child up and running towards the castle.”
“Dad, what’s happening?”
"The Marines have finally made their move," Mihawk replied, carrying his child quickly into the castle, locking the doors, and walking toward his quarters
“Reader, we’re going to move away from here; it is no longer safe,” he said, packing his belongings.
“Are we going to be okay?”
“Reader. Nothing will happen; I will not allow them to touch you; we simply must move so that they do not pester us again.”
“O-okay,” he sniffles, a sound catching his attention, walking towards it, grabbing the item, and walking towards his father.
“D-dad?”
“Hm?” Mihawk replies, looking up from packing his belongings to see what caught the child’s attention.
“S-someone’s calling,” he said quietly, putting the transponder snail on the table his father was packing his belongings on and drying the tears from his face only to be replaced by new ones.
Mihawk immediately stopped packing his belongings to look at the transponder snail. A frown appeared on his eyebrows, and he quickly picked it up.
“Kuahahah, I heard you have lost your Warlord perks, Hawkeye?” A voice drawls
Mihawk sighs; the transponder snail had suddenly become a nuisance.
"... What do you want, Crocodile?” He snaps in his usual monotone tone.
“The navy continues swarming the island. It is a nuisance, but I must relocate.”
“Come here then,” he offers
Mihawk stills in his movements, tilting his head towards the drawling of the transponder snail.
“That doesn't sound so bad, does it?” Crocodile questions
“You were once known as the Navy hunter; you and I are the same…in that we trust no one but ourselves. But you have someone, don’t you? Heard you have got yourself a little one,” he mutters,
“If we team up, his safety will be assured; he would be behind an impenetrable organization; we will be an organization the Navy can’t ignore.”
Mihawk stares at the communication snail momentarily to process what he has heard. His expression remains unchanged, but now his eyes are narrowed in thought. He glances at the boy before him, still drying his tears from their previous scare.
It was true; Reader had become the one person he had his full trust in, and the way things were going, the navy would become more ruthless in their attacks, and it was only a matter of time before they…he would not let that happen. He sighs, scooping the kid up and cradling them, soothing him into sleep.
“….What do you have in mind?”
What do you guys think? Should I do a part 2 where Mihawk and reader arrive at Karai Barai Island? I have an idea on one small scene that could occur there but I need you guys help to give me ideas to kinda pull something toguether, since a lot of this would be between the scenes of what we see in the manga.
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If you're doing the Babylon 5 watchalong strictly according to the schedule and haven't seen the pilot movie, you won't know that the title of this week's episode is a call-back to a scene in the movie where Sinclair recalls the Battle of the Line:
“I was squad team leader when the call came in. We all knew it was a suicide mission. The Minbari had broken through, and were closing in. Every ship we had left was ordered to circle Earth. We had to stop them… no matter what it cost. They came at us out of nowhere. We never had a chance. The sky was full of stars… and every star an exploding ship. One of ours. My team was blown out of the sky in less than a minute.”
“I managed to take out a fighter before they hit my stabilizers. I was losing power, I'd lost my team. I figured if I was to die I'd take some of them with me. So I targeted one of their heavy cruisers. Hit my afterburners. I was going to ram them head-on. The last thing I remember is hurtling toward that cruiser. Filling my screen… big… my God, so big… Then something passed in front of my eyes. I guess I blacked out from the acceleration. When I came to, 24 hours later… the cruiser was gone. I checked in. They told me the war was over. The Minbari had surrendered.”
“We were beaten. We didn't stop them, they stopped themselves. And I wish to hell I knew why.”
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석우현 : Seok Matthew ♡ Reader // Warning: smut ; unprotected sex, cheating ; Matthew its a fucking asshole and you love it //0.8k
It's not something you would consider moral on your part, several times you warned Matthew how this relationship between you could go wrong.
He says it's not a big deal, you're just having fun and what's wrong with that? because you've known each other for years, no one would know how to comfort him better than you. With that your best friend started to make it a routine to go fuck you every time he had a fight with his girlfriend, for whatever reason, even if he was the one cheating while the poor girl cries in the sheets for missing the boyfriend she had, that she claims to be exemplary most of the time.
Of course you could never consider yourself innocent, you were an accomplice to it, even worse for being precisely that person who tells his girlfriend that everything will always be fine;
just as you are there for her when she needs a shoulder to lean on, you are there for matthew when he needs someone to fuck, and you were the perfect target for his naughtiness.
often endangering what was just a his teasing, all of your friends questioning the provenance of that relationship between the two of you while Matthew is still with someone else, and why this relationship came out of nowhere.
Well that was something to ask Matthew and the first time he asked you to suck his dick while he was arguing over the phone with his girlfriend, you already understood your nature and questionable character even back then, now it was a different matter which one didn't fit you. You were only there because you were an easy fuck
“What morals do you think you have? its just a slut y/n ” matthew presses your head down, forcing it against the pillow, his whole hips thrust into you and then the sounds of his body impacting yours started to get wetter, louder. your moans muffled by the pillow on your face as your whole body tightened and released around Matthew, reveling in the sensation and the force he used to slam you into his thrusts. All this for saying he didn't have a shred of shame on his face
“f-fuck” you gasped out of the pillow and propped yourself up a bit on your elbows, trying to find some balance, goosebumps running all over your flesh and soon matthew released his hands from your hips to squeeze your ass with a certain accumulated desire, leaving so you can have the sight of his dick disappearing and appearing inside you
“don't talk like that….I-I'm just trying to be a good friend” you can hear him snicker, you'd want to watch every expression he was able to give you even under those conditions, and by the way he accelerated considerably inside you, you could tell it was the right answer beyond a shadow of a doubt.
your moans echoed throughout the stuffy room, your hands gripped over the sheets, you starting to feel dizzy, every time his cock nudged you close to your sweet region leaving you unsteady, very close to your orgasm.
“we always get along so well y/n” Matthew slowed down, pleased to hear your sincere complaint “that's why there's no one like you…”
you couldn't deny feeling usable, matthew had this habit of keeping people in the palm of his hand, but what could you do? he always fuck you so good, which made you always root for the relationship's disgrace, so you can have him under these conditions even for a mere minute.
“My god, fuck me please… I can't take it anymore” you push your hips towards him waiting for more contact, feeling all your energies leave your body.
matthew is a man of not very large proportions, so it's not an easy task for him to support you by the hip, you felt the command when he slid his hand down your back, then you immediately brought your arms back and allowed him to pin you down , holding your wrists tight he finally starts to fuck you again, using all the resistance and agility he had in his hips to fuck your senses, the sound of the thrusts, the sounds that came out of matthew's own mouth made you completely lose track, following him and then letting the heat wash over you and your orgasm came instantly, causing your body to shudder, pass out and then leave you with nothing but a choked breath.
“I want….you come inside me” you asked off-air
“leave it to me dear” he replied taking the whole front, let go of you to give you some rest and came back with his hands on your hips keeping the sequence little silent, matthew had his whole chest and neck reddened by the effort and in a few minutes he reached his own limit, gushing all his liquid into you filling you up completely.
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Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. Here's some relevant chunks from Patience and Ripples:
The stars/great/first elves are strongly characterized as having godlike power and authority over the world that includes Xadia. Humans are not meant to have primal magic, the power is undeserved, and the stars punish them for it. They look in a mirror and see themselves as divine, and this is right and proper.
The stars/great/first elves built something that Aaravos intends to destroy, largely out of spite.
Nowhere in either of these stories are other elves mentioned at all. In Patience, the first humans are described, and the world is characterized as their world.
I feel that this is all leaning heavily toward "the stars/great/first elves created or brought primal magic to Xadia." Because let's look at something else: the Border.
The Border is not a naturally-occurring feature, in that we are told that the Archdragons split the continent of Xadia in two and banished humans to the west. A thousand years later, that half of the continent is not entirely devoid of magic—there are still naturally-occurring magical creatures in basically every biome—it is thoroughly, distinctly less inherently magical than the east of Xadia. In Xadia, the dirt is magic. The dirt. You can pick up a fucking handful of the ground, and it is inherently magical.
The west was not always like that! The Moon Nexus is in the now-magicless territory, indicating that the area was settled by elves. (I would bet, however, that the Moon Nexus is and was the furthest west nexus out of the six.) I've speculated before that a thousand years of dark magic use completely depleted the inherent primal magic of the west, but actually that doesn't make a ton of sense from a logical standpoint—I mean, the sun and moon aren't going anywhere, and neither is the sky. The magical dirt of Xadia presumably doesn't stop like six inches down from the surface or something, the Earth primal permeates throughout the actual earth, presumably.
Now, I do think dark magic use still contributed to the state of the west, but here's why: the actual true source of all this magic, established by the stars/great/first elves, is tied to something in the east, and the division of the Border severed it from the west. After being cut off that way, ambient primal magic slowly drained out of that half of the continent—accelerated by being consumed for dark magic. (The source or conduit for all primal magic being focused somewhere in the east also makes sense from the standpoint of "why are all the primal nexuses clustered in one half of the continent, that's really weird.")
Let's also consider: in the west, at least, we have entire species and biomes populated by species that are not connected to a primal source. There are normal horses, normal deer, normal cats and dogs. And there are humans, also not inherently connected to primal magic. We also have an entire other ancient and forgotten system of magic, that does not rely on the primal sources! Why, unless the primal sources are not native to the world?
Furthermore, as I noted earlier, Patience refers to "their world" when talking about humans, and while this definitely indicates a separation of the stars that are the subject of the story from the world of Xadia, it's also an interesting turn of phrase to use—especially when, as I also noted, there is no mention of other elves.
What I'm saying is: what if humans and non-magical creatures are the native species of Xadia and this world, and the entire construct of primal magic, elves, dragons, and everything was artificially cultivated and introduced?
Here's where we can also get a little woo-woo pinboard-with-red-string crazy. Check out the two biggest tears in the map of Xadia:
They extend the Border beyond the edge of the continent... suspiciously well. Like, that furthest south part of the Border itself did not have to zigzag that way.
And it really makes me wonder which side of that map line the Starscraper is on, given that the Starscraper is very much set up to be a figurative and possibly also literal bridge to the heavens, or whatever realm the power we call the stars inhabits. It's probably not the channel that pumps magic into Xadia, but it wouldn't be completely insane if it was.
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Angst that turned into something based off of this and this
When Fives opens his eyes, he can see the stars.
He's not trembling from exhaustion, the hunger cramps due to not feeding his accelerated metabolism the nutrients it needed are gone, and the tears he'd shed in despair trying to explain everything are gone. While he's not lying down, he's not standing up either, just looking at the millions of shining stars as he tries to figure out where he is.
"Fives?"
"Tup?"
"Hey there." Tup is standing, floating, ???, beside him, a smile on that face he'd seen go still days ago. His long hair is free of its bun, idly floating around his face with its familiar teardrop tattoo. "Did you die from the chip too?"
"No, I died trying to tell - well, anyone about it." Fives said, and Tup hugs him when the tears streaming down his face float out among the stars. "I failed."
"You did your best." Tup hugs the ARC as he falls to pieces, his anguished cries making the stars around them dim. Fives cries until three sets of arms seem to come from nowhere, hugging him tight as familiar voices whispered to him in comforting mando'a.
He doesn't have to look to see who it is, letting out a weak laugh as he's hugged even tighter, feeling the first shred of joy since waking up.
But wait, it should be four of them?
"He's still alive." Droidbait answers his unbidden question, and Fives finally turns to see the long dead Domino's he and Echo had seen die so long ago. Droidbait, Hevy and Cutup are smiling at their old batchmate, looking just the same as the day he'd lost them, happy and sad that Fives had finally joined them. Fives wanted to scream at the knowledge that Echo was alive, but instead started to cry again when he's embraced yet again by the four around him.
"It's okay vod'ika, he'll join us eventually." Cutup pressed his forehead against Fives', and watches the former ARC let out a strangled sigh.
"We have so much to show you." Hevy hums when Fives stops crying again, feeling as if he'd been crying for years at this point. "The universe is so big."
"There are also so many friends who are going to be delighted to see you again." Tup smiles, offering a hand that's taken and held like a lifeline.
"Lead on then."
It doesn't stop the pain of Fives' failure as the stars begin to fly past the group, a planet they'd only seen on holo's soon appearing below them as if in orbit. No one can see the dead men as they seem to appear on some beach, and somehow Fives can smell the salty air and feel the warm sand beneath his feet as the Domino's pull Tup and Fives towards a group of troopers that seemed eager to accept them. Old friends who had died, and shinies that had fallen cheered at Fives' arrival, and while it hurt to smile, he was glad to see them in a way.
Time marches on, and then they come in so many numbers.
Thousands and thousands of brothers begin to appear in the stars, all frightened, confused and screaming in anguish when they realize it's over. The chips and its knowledge just clicked into their minds when dead friends and brothers began to appear, and the Force rang out with sadness and agony as the guilt hits them all.
The 501st cry when they reunite, some of their numbers missing but most having died on the Resolute while trying to murder both Ahsoka and Rex. It takes a long time to realize they had been doomed from the start, and in batches more and more brothers appear as years pass.
Some had died fighting the new Empire, some had been test subjects that had gone gruesomely, and not enough died of old age.
Rex and Kix are the last two to join the millions of souls drifting among the stars, and the Force sings with a bittersweet joy when the very last brother finally opens his eyes.
Kix had been alone for so long, fighting a war that had finished so long ago, and died alone for a Resistance that hopefully won their war. He's not alone when he looks around, so many brothers crying with joy as the medic is embraced, and for the first time since they'd lost, he falls apart in their arms.
Then
Then the Force sings to each soul, and the stars vanish, and every clone closes their eyes at a gentle voice.
You have another chance, take it for yourselves my children
When they open their eyes, they're on Kamino in bodies that were far younger when they had left them.
They had a second chance
They had a second chance
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“Saheeli, I don’t think this is a good idea. And that’s not just the archangel in me talking.”
“Your opinion has been noted, Elspeth…for the fifth time.”
The angelic planeswalker frowned as she warily eyed the train her artificer friend had built. Saheeli’s filigreed locomotive reversed on the tracks, away from the New Capennan engine Elspeth had summoned. Soon the two trains faced each other from a fair distance away, much to Elspeth’s dismay.
“I simply mean to say, people could get hurt.”
Saheeli turned to arch an eyebrow at Elspeth. “Who? We’re in the middle of nowhere. Give me a little credit, at least.”
Saheeli gestured to the empty expanse around her and Elspeth. Her angelic friend, however, was still unimpressed by this fact.
“I meant us. Mostly you.”
Saheeli rolled her eyes. “Oh, I have faith you’ll protect me. Anyways, let us begin!”
“Wait-”
Before Elspeth could continue her protest, Saheeli reached out and pulled a lever on a nearby console with considerable force, and the two trains began accelerating towards each other. Both planeswalkers braced for impact, Saheeli with excitement, Elspeth with anticipation.
The engines crashed at full speed. A deafening explosion burst from the point of impact, drowning out the sound of screeching and tearing metal. Saheeli heard a whistling sound, steadily growing louder, much to her confusion. Then, suddenly, the noise stopped, and Elspeth was standing before her, back turned and blade drawn. Saheeli finally heard the two severed halves of a steel pipe clattering to a stop behind her, and breathed an excited gasp.
“See, Elspeth?” Saheeli smirked. “I had full confidence in your ability to control the situation. And I’d say our experiment was a complete success!”
Elspeth stared out at the wreckage. The two trains were damaged almost beyond recognition, with pipes protruding from all angles of both engines.
“And…what exactly were we testing, again?”
“Why, we were testing the deformations of trains from different planes, of course!”
“Of course,” Elspeth muttered.
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Buying Crystals - Capitalist Spirituality
Part 6 of 7 for a guide on buying crystals. Read the rest here!
Another sad entry in this series. Spiritual people and people who involve crystals in their spiritual practices are uniquely situated to be scammed hard by people using their spirituality against them. However, this is easy to avoid if you understand the language people use to make crystals more appealing.
Case Study
You may remember Heaven and Earth LLC from a prior part on trademarks. This is an example from them, copied from this page:
This interesting stone from off the coast of Africa appears to be a banded mixture of white Quartz and purple Amethyst, with v-shaped patterning. When we checked the energies, we were amazed to recognize that it vibrated in the frequencies of Azeztulite! This discovery confirmed what the Azez––the guardian angelic group soul responsible for all the Azeztulites––had foretold. Continent-by-continent, the energies of the Nameless Light are penetrating and activating more and more varieties of Quartz in an increasing number of locations. This process, and all the energies moving toward Planetary Vibrational Ascension, appears to have been accelerated, just as the Azez foretold.
Amazez can purify one’s field in a way that makes possible conscious interaction with higher beings on many spiritual planes. The angels, and even the Azez themselves, can more readily approach one who has been purified by this stone. Amazez is also an excellent stone for out-of-body travel, raising one’s vibration high enough to transcend the body while simultaneously protecting one from negative influences.
This rock is labeled as “Azozeo Super-Activated.”
Analysis of Case Study
This is chevron amethyst (”mixture of white Quartz and purple Amethyst, with v-shaped patterning”) likely from Madagascar (” from off the coast of Africa”).
Notice how the only physical description they give of the crystal is “banded mixture of white Quartz and purple Amethyst, with v-shaped patterning,” the dimensions, and the weight. Most of the description is focused on telling the story, of “checking the energies” and finding its “frequencies” matched these “Azez,” a “guardian angelic group soul.” They discuss this “Nameless Light” that moves energies towards “Planetary Vibrational Ascension.” Then they provide the metaphysical use of the crystal.
What does this listing tell you? Do you feel moved that such a powerful crystal is being sold? Do you feel like you’ll be able to achieve your goals much easier if you have it? Do you feel like possessing this crystal will allow you to raise your own vibrations? Does “Azozeo Super-Activat[ion]” make you feel like this crystal has more worth than a similar product?
Further, nowhere on the page do they disclose the crystal’s origin. I supposed that its from Madagascar, since I’ve seen chevron amethysts come from there. But no, this listing comes from the mystical, magical land of *~Africa~*. Do you think you will a) get an ethically sourced crystal and/or b) get a good deal by buying from this dealer? I think not.
This is nowhere near unique to this company, as one of my previous posts on andara crystals will tell you. Everyone does this because it works. I don’t blame people who fall for it because they are the victims here. They have been told that a hunk of glass that promises to improve everything is worth a college semester of money. No, it is the fault of the sellers, who may also be just as duped as their customers, but may full well know what they’re peddling and continue to exploit people with a belief because they can wring hundreds and thousands of dollars from them in exchange for something worth much less.
Snake oil really hasn’t changed; it's only crystallised.
Red Flag Terms
The biggest red flag for me when buying crystals is emphasising metaphysical properties. This is not to knock using crystals for spirituality; I’d be a hypocrite if I was knocking it. However, suppose you already believe in this stuff. In that case, you’re more likely to believe these crystals are more valuable because they’re “supercharged” or “encoded with Pleiadean messages.”
As with part one on ethics, a seller that will not disclose the source of their crystals, either openly or after being asked, is also suspect, which many of these New Age-flavoured sellers will not do.
You should also look out for several words and phrases in both the titles and description of listings, since sellers will use them to try and make you think their products are worth more than they actually are.
Activation, codes, encoding, downloads, attunement, upgrade.
Vibration, higher vibration, 4D-12D, multidimensional, higher dimension/density.
Ascension, ascended master[s].
Shaman[ic], chakra[s], reiki, [K/Q]ab[b]ala[h], Elohim, other appropriated practices and terms.
Using the name or image of minority groups unassociated with the crystal, often but not exclusively indigenous groups, portraying these groups to be more magical or “closer to the Earth” to make the crystal seem. more magical or powerful by association.
Any stars, planets, or constellations (Sirian, Arcturian, Lyran, Pleidean, Venusian, etc); galactic, elestial, celestial, cosmic; starseed, cosmic family, High Council.
Lemuria, Atlantis, Mu, other “lost civilisations”; Egypt (when the crystal did not originate there).
[Arch]angel, specific angel names (Michael, Raphael, Metatron), divine presence, Christ consciousness, God frequency, names of saints and prophets (St. Germain).
Astral projection, aura[s], akashic record[s], past life recall, scalar light, twin flame, [rainbow/crystalline/master] energy, Mt. Shasta, vortex.
Rainbow, indigo (in tandem or not with the actual appearance of the crystal).
Gaia, Thoth, other gods.
Fairy, fae, any kind of spirit.
Mon[o]atomic, quantum, DNA, other misused scientific terms.
Merlin, sorcerer[’]s stone, magic[k[al]], healing.
If you see these terms, think: if these terms weren’t here, would I still want to buy this crystal at all/at this price?
The next part will end the guide, and serve both as a summary of points as well as where you actually go to buy crystals and how to go about it.
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Thinking about the design of the Mastropiero for Campoestela...
Interestingly, whetever it's a tail-lander (like old-school space opera Heinleinian rockets) or a spaceplane (like the Space Shuttle, but taking off from a runway) is not that much a question of realism, but mostly a question of what's coolest. The setting, by default, assumes that taking off to space, navigating the Aether, and landing on planets is something that is so routine that even A Guy like Beto can learn in a couple years, and it's accessible to civilians, expensive yes, but still accessible. And I have realistic engines and designs that can justify either design.
I'm leaning towards spaceplane because I want to evoke the idea of rugged bush planes landing on remote areas. In fact, that is supposed to be the original role of the Mastropiero class (not the name of the class, just the ship): to deliver heavy machinery, medical and humanitarian relief, key equipment, evacuate people, and so much more, by the cheap and anywhere, even in places where there is no spaceport at all. They were build by the hundreds of thousands in the Machine War, used to build and supply far-away outposts, and since they're so easy to pilot and maintain, you can own one on the cheap.
My inspiration here was the Argentine Antarctic program C-130 Hercules that can land on ice, but in particular I also love the Ilyushin Il-76, which is BIG and was designed with this exact purpose, to deploy whatever it's needed, anywhere, there are some awesome videos of it landing on the middle of nowhere.
This is a BIG plane (though still not outrageously so), and the Mastropiero is supposed to be even larger in volume to fit space for the crew, so one has to wonder what A Guy like Beto is doing piloting a smaller 747 all on his own.. but otherwise, the scale makes no sense, if you can't deliver at least a couple containers what's the point? How does Han Solo (besides trafficking spice) keeps himself afloat when the Millenium Falcon can't even deliver a single container never made much sense to me. Beto does some speculative trade onn his own, but mostly he does chartered deliveries and travel, and you need to have something relatively big for that. Still, there surely are bigger "spaceplanes" and he isn't remotely on the level of the hundred thousand (if not million) ton big space freighters that never land, that take most of the traffic in Campoestela.
Since you need most of the ship to be cargo and passengers, the accomodations are, well... My idea is that crew and passenger cabins are modular "pods" that fit inside any ship, customizable for different species, and with all "conforts". But small. Very small.
This is from a NASA study which is literally "how many people can we fit in a pod for 5 days". Now, this looks awful, but if it's for one or two persons, with a shower and toilet included, electronics for fun, and some other comforts... well, it's a nice deal. I've rented worse places.
Of course Beto does not exactly carry first class passengers (he's mostly with travelling bands, broke students, pilgrims, and such), so for economic travel, a little pod with your own acceleration couch, toilet, shower and more is nice. To fit all this, of course the interior of the Mastropiero is very, very, VERY cramped. Probably the only common area is a tiny mess hall, but I also imagine that the cargo bay is very fun when it's empty.
This must be fun to write, since Ragua (the spoiled girl from an ancient civilization) was used to to big cruise/city ships with all the luxuries one could think of soaring around the stars. To live in the Mastropiero in a tiny little can with no artificial gravity must be like the stone age for her. And of course, Beto is annoyed that he has to give up one of the pods to host her...
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Howzer + Aurelia Ch. 5
Howzer stole our hearts when he appeared in TBB, and I wanted to write a bit of a backstory for him. It begins with his newbie days during TCW and stretches to where we last see him in TBB. Enjoy his character arc and some heartwarming romance, action, adventure, yearning, angst, and growth.
Master List of Chapters
Content/Trigger Warnings for Entire Work (individual chapters not labeled): wartime peril, injury, and death; pregnancy, birthing trauma, and infant loss; sexual assault up to kissing; relationship passion up to making out and heavy petting; sexual relationship alluded to but not described (no smut, sorry) ;)
Word Count: 1.3k
5. Disarmament
A couple weeks passed, the days blending together with the usual routines. Howzer begin to make a habit of finishing his evenings at 79s with Aurelia, chatting at the end of the bar after his rounds of boisterous stories and unabashed (and fruitless) flirtations. She discovered that there was more to him than the flashy persona he hid behind, as their conversations began to venture past the shallow realm of the immediate events of their daily lives and into their pasts, their interests, and their thoughts about the world.
Howzer had been an ambitious clone from the start, possessing a notable desire to make an impact above and beyond the expectation of "just another trooper". His accelerated aging had shaped him into a formidable and yet sometimes over-confident soldier who yearned for the glories of command and battle. He had been disappointed when his brother Sprint was assigned to an active unit while he had been relegated to Senator guard duty, and he lived with a seemingly constant need to prove himself.
He wouldn't admit it, of course, but Aurelia noticed it throughout the course of their discussions. She found herself opening up as well, admitting her multi-faceted dreams of the future as well as her inability to determine the next step toward any one of them. They contented themselves in their shared disillusionment, punctuating their flashes of vulnerability with snarky jabs at one another and a variety of attempts at humor.
Howzer suddenly found himself with a few days of leave as Orn Free Taa was off-world and he "apparently wasn't good enough" to be in the traveling guard. Aurelia had told him about a secluded little park that she liked to frequent, and he felt unusually interested in checking it out. It was in a somewhat deserted sector of the planet, a former center of art and creativity that had been left behind in the wartime scramble toward innovation and production. It was now primarily inhabited by elderly citizens who had nowhere else to go and shared a joint sense of duty to maintain the beauty and calm of the area.
The park was an unusual sight on a planet covered with skyscrapers on every usable surface... Since the entire sector had been written off as a useless relic of the past, it had been spared from further development. A synthetic pond lay in the middle of the park, surrounded by grassy knolls and a variety of trees in every shape and size. It felt simultaneously expansive yet cozy, as the bushes provided a wealth of places for one to find solitude and privacy. Even the constantly-humming grid of speeder traffic overhead seemed to fade away, hushed by the canopy of branches that grew together over the entire space.
Howzer walked along a path, replaying a conversation in his head from earlier that day, where Sprint had informed him that he'd been promoted to Captain and was to be stationed on Ryloth in response to increasing Separatist pressure on the planet. Howzer felt happy for his brother but had also been unable to hide his own disappointment at being left behind. His heart burned with ambition, and each passing day felt like another waste of his created purpose.
"You'll be amazing, Sprint," he had said, both earnestly and sadly. "You'll have a whole squad. Think of what you'll be able to do."
"Being a Captain isn't about the power, Howzer. It's about doing the right thing."
Those words still rang in Howzer's ears as he continued along the well-worn path through the park, watching some long-necked birds dipping their heads under the water periodically in search for food. He frowned, ruminating on the seeming futility of his existence, when the silence was broken by a figure suddenly stepping onto the path in front of him.
"This park ain't big enough for the two of us, mister," Aurelia drawled, holding her fingers and thumbs up toward him in a ridiculously cheesy representation of twin blasters. He startled, reaching for his own and leveling it at her before the recognition settled in.
"You're gonna get yourself shot, pulling stunts like that," Howzer warned, returning the blaster to his holster and taking a deep breath to calm his racing pulse. "Unless you're looking for a bit of danger?" he continued, raising an eyebrow and amplifying the persona.
"Come on," she chided, giving his shoulder a light push, "Don't do that stuff with me." She fell into step next to him as they continued walking down the path.
"What stuff?" he asked, with an indignance that she couldn't tell was playful or genuine.
"All the bravado. The flashy big-guy stuff."
"That's just who I am!"
"That's not who you are," Aurelia said, stopping suddenly and turning to face him. He paused, meeting her gaze. "You act like it is, and you're so eager to prove yourself. Your time will come. But you don't need to always be so macho about it."
Howzer felt simultaneously hurt and exposed, and turned to keep walking. Aurelia caught up to him in a few steps, lightly touching his arm, "Hey, wait... I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just mean..." she drifted off, uncertain of how to phrase the swirling thoughts. "I don't know... You've got a good heart and a sharp mind, Howzer."
Caught off guard by her sudden sincerity, he slowed his pace a bit, keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him. He turned her words over in his head, realizing that her perception of him, like Sprint's, was different than most anyone else's. But his idea of a Captain was not someone who was soft and vulnerable. It was someone strong, confident, and assertive. Someone who took charge and wasn't afraid of anything.
"Sorry," Aurelia said again, feeling increasingly awkward at the silence and her unbidden assertion.
"It's alright, Aurelia," he replied, "Thanks, I guess?"
"You're welcome... And you can call me Reli," she said sheepishly. "Only my boss calls me by my full name, or my parents when they're angry..."
"Reli," he echoed, smirking suddenly and grinning at her, "That's a Reli nice name."
"Wowww," she groaned, though unable to resist a smile, "That is bad. How are you such a playboy with such a terrible sense of humor?"
"Like womp rats to the trash," Howzer bantered, running a hand through his messy hair. "It's hard to fight them all off sometimes, honestly." There he was, back at his old tricks. Aurelia was sure she wasn't going to get through to him in one single conversation, but she was glad the tension had passed.
They continued walking down the winding path, which perused the small park in such a circumnavigational way that it felt like it went on forever. Conversation dwindled, but instead of scrambling for any suitable topic, they both seemed to find comfort in the silence. The space was so different from every other in their lives and neither one wanted to leave. But, as all things do, the path eventually came to an end.
"This is not the kind of place I ever would have imagined myself in," Howzer admitted, stretching his arms behind his back as they paused where the park met the sidewalk. "But it's pretty fantastic. Thanks for telling me about it, and thanks for stalking me all the way here."
"I'll have to bring a mop next time for all the drool as I watch you," Reli countered. Some of her replies were witty, some were cringe-inducing, and some were an ambiguous mix of the two. She shrugged off the unspoken thought as Howzer gave it a quiet chuckle.
"I've got some fun spots of my own, you know," he continued. "So maybe next time I'll impress you with my own corners of the planet."
Reli lifted an eyebrow, keeping her voice steady but feeling a slight quickening in her chest, "There's a next time?"
"If you're lucky."
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Tribeca Film Festival 2023: CATCHING DUST
BY STEPHANIE ARCHER
JUNE 12, 2023
The human emotion can be one of the most cathartically fulfilling or the most deeply heartbreaking. Watching individuals weave in and out of each other, emotions moments away from igniting, can work to create an accelerating audience experience. With Catching Dust, Stuart Gatt crafts a narrative tale around the explosive power of human emotion, constantly teetering on the point of no return. His examination of two couples in the Texas desert works like the potential combustion of chemicals that should never be mixed, leaving each character’s form of isolation broken and forever changed.
Gorgeous Isolation
Catching Dust opens on the vast mountainous landscape the film will be set within. It is as beautiful as it is empty, the desolate landscape a gorgeously ominous indication of the isolation it provides. With each new view of the surrounding area, the sun sets deeper in the sky, Catching Dust capturing the beauty in both the light and the dark. As it settles on a trailer and a small home, it is not only the first sign of life but the first mystery as a flash of light and a gunshot rips through the silence and growing darkness. It is shocking how loud the shot is in the silence of the Texan desert, instantly grabbing your attention and demanding you stay along for the ride.
Catching Dust moves quickly from its opening, introducing Geena (Erin Moriarty), a young housewife with a talent and passion for art. You can see the passion in the film’s close-up shots as she sketches on the few sheets of paper in front of her. The silence has returned, the inside of the trailer matching the tranquility outside. The film does not wait long before cutting this tranquility, Geena slowly hiding her drawings as her husband and unspoken tension, enter the trailer. Much of the relationship between Clyde (Jai Courtney) and Geena is shown through the motions and reinforced by their dialogue. There is an uneasy feeling in their interactions, one that is only further complicated with the arrival of Andy (Ryan Corr) and Amaya (Dina Shihabi). A pair of New Yorkers looking for the perfect means to get away and reset their own relationship, their arrival is met with mixed emotions as the isolation Geena and Clyde have lived in is shattered.
Geena is thrilled at their arrival, her desire and need for life outside of the desert and the trailer a sense of hope in the newcomers. For Clyde, Andy and Amaya are a threat to his way of life and the future he has planned for him and Geena. Conflicts between the two couples immediately rise, introducing a rollercoaster ride of emotional investment that will sneak up on the audience. And as you realize you are working towards the film’s opening, rather than the aftermath of it, the investment is only driven deeper.
Behind the Scenes
Catching Dust works best in its location, the isolation working to heighten the intensity and the drama between the couples. There is no one and nowhere else to bounce off of – nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. No matter how hard each couple tries to avoid each other, there is no way to maintain distance. As an audience as well, the isolation forces us to bear witness to the breakdown of each individual – for better or for worse. There is little to distract from the emotional toll each character undergoes, driving our investment and heightening our emotional connection. And as we watch emotions become the driving factor of the film’s narrative, we as an audience come to understand and even accept the power emotions have in pushing us to do things we never would have considered doing before.
Catching Dust also finds success in its ensemble cast. As strong separately as they are together, this emotionally driven narrative is grounded in its performances. Erin Moriarty gives the widest range in a slow burn progression of character growth. There is a desperation that borders on control constantly flickering in the challenges and conflicts Geena faces. Yet, there is also a sense of fear, leaving audiences to feel ambiguous about Geena as she navigates both her relationship with Clyde, as well as Andy and Amaya. She is complicated and far from easily defined, and Moriarty handles each aspect of Geena with ease.
Jai Courtney matches the ambiguity and complexity of Geena, delivering an intensely muted performance that speaks volumes. More is spoken through Clyde’s actions than words, and Courtney wields his acting arsenal well. Dina Shihabi and Ryan Corr both deliver strong supporting performances, becoming the catalysts in the turmoil between Clyde and Geena. Yet they are not without their own struggles. Both Shihabi and Corr understand their roles in fueling the fire between Geena and Clyde but harness the understanding and execution of their own character’s growth.
Catching Dust, however, is slow at times, leeching out some effect of the intensity it is attempting to build. Too often it feels as though the film is more concerned with capturing the beauty of the landscape than the drama, this critique feeling most prominent in the first half of the film. Yet, it manages to change hands well, allowing the film and the audience to focus more heavily on the two couples as their emotions build to catastrophic effect.
Conclusion
Catching Dust does risk losing the audience in the drawn-out moments between emotional interactions. Yet, as an audience, you will find yourself shocked by how invested you are in by film’s end.
Catching Dust premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival on June 11, 2023!
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#ryan corr#erin moriarty#jai courtney#Dina shihabi#Catching dust#house of the dragon#hotd#ser harwin strong#harwin strong#ser harwin#rhaenyra x harwin#ser harwin death#aussie actor#aussie man#Aussie movie#in limbo
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My Starfield journey so far
I need somewhere to put my thoughts because this game is life changing. Spoiler warning for the main quest.
I got Starfield in early access on the evening of August 31st 2023. Now it's September 28th 2023 and I have 9 days and 9 hours of playtime. I basically live in this game now. I thought I was "taking my time" finishing the main questline in about 80 hours (while doing side quests in between main quests) but then I crossed into the next universe and the game kept getting better and more expansive. I realized at some point around this time how rewarding the progression feels. There's a lot to learn and it's slow-going for figuring it all out but that's what makes it so satisfying when you do notice your progress. You feel like you're leveling up your real skills and knowledge of this world as your character does the same. Not only that, but replays are built into the lore so your character is as aware as you are. This makes the connection with your character even stronger over multiple playthroughs.
There were still so many quests and so much to do in that first universe I left behind. Now in this new universe, I'm taking even more time—trying to do every quest and see every planet. Playing this way really shows the breadth and depth of this universe and recontextualizes even my first playthrough as something more weighty. That's not to say I wasn't already deeply affected by my first playthrough, however. There was one moment, maybe 30 hours in that was particularly memorable. I was on one of the temple planets. The sun happened to be setting (or rising?) and I was surprised how beautiful it was. Then I looked to the sky behind me and saw a small planet (or moon?) in the distance. I was suddenly struck with a visceral sense of awe and wonder. I could feel in my body the real experience of being on a distant world in a massive universe. At that point, I had forgotten I was playing a game at all. It had crossed over from a mere piece of entertainment into the realm of a spiritual experience. Everything was vast and beautiful and I was part of it.
I tried romancing Sarah in my first playthrough but she tragically died. My heart sank when I saw her lying on the floor of The Lodge in a pool of her blood. Her death affected the rest of my playthrough. I felt more motivated to finish the main quest—particularly once I realized I could start over with her in another universe. I could have a chance to save her after all, in a way. But before finishing the main quest, I tried romancing Andreja after Sarah was gone. It never felt quite right though. Maybe because I'm just not that into Andreja or because I was still mourning Sarah's passing. Either way, it felt a bit icky going to another universe to see my dead almost-girlfriend (we never made it official) when my perfectly-alive girlfriend was in this one. Still, maybe it would work out between me and Andreja in yet another universe. There was also the Starborn Sarah that showed up in a particularly dramatic plot reveal of her as The Emissary. I was giddy to see her and there was something even more appealing about her with all her multiverse experience. But of course, she wasn't romanceable and was not quite the Sarah I had lost. All that said, I knew I was going to crossover eventually so I accelerated the timescale a bit toward the end of the main quest.
That was that. I built the Armillary, sided with The Emissary, "defeated" The Hunter (through persuasion), entered The Unity, and became Starborn. I feel nowhere near truly finishing this game or even slowing down. I've never played a game where new game+ felt as good and relevant as my first playthrough. In fact, it feels like a continuation of the same playthrough rather than a new starting point. It's like the more I play, the bigger the game gets because its full landscape becomes more and more into focus. I enjoy every feature of the game and it's packed full of them: quests, exploration, ground combat, space combat, ship building, character relationships, outpost building, Photo mode, and RPG progression/skills. It's amazing that all of these systems are fun and rewarding in their own way yet they exist within a singular video game.
I'm still in my second universe and taking my time for real this time. I've now finished dozens of new quests I missed or skipped the first time. I still haven't even finished one of the major faction quests (UC Vanguard). Ironically, I did prevent Sarah's death this time and even married her only to realize it was a mistake. I wasn't too keen on her judgmental attitude when I brought her to Akila (I'm a Freestar Collective native, after all) and Paradiso was a pretty bad choice of wedding locale. I realized I liked her more as a friend than a partner. There's a life lesson in there somewhere. I tried to reverse fate by going to a whole other universe to save my love but sometimes the dream is better than reality.
Overall, Starfield isn't just deep in its mechanics and replayability but in what it has to say about life and the universe. The end of the main quest finds you presented with the choice to start over but only through renunciation of your worldly possessions and relationships. This is a decidedly spiritual concept, as is Unity itself, which remains somewhat mysterious but can be interpreted as representing God, reincarnation, enlightenment, and/or nonduality ("oneness") beyond the more scientific multiversal viewpoint. These themes reframe everything in the game as part of a more meaningful cycle of existence and interdependence. They even reflect what you are doing in real life as you play--dying and reloading, replaying quests in new playthroughs, creating multiple characters, and progressing/growing as a player yet seemingly remaining your core self. In other words, there's a lot more here than just pew pew space shenanigans (though there's plenty of that as well) but you do have to be open to seeing it. All of this puts Starfield on equal ground with the best sci-fi offerings available. I can't wait to see what else I find.
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I am trying to be more active on here again and get back into writing so I thought I could post my AO3 stuff here.
Please note that this has been written before Pomefiore chapter came out in Japan and I wrote this based on fan translations as the official English app wasn't released yet.
Trey spends too much time with Riddle to the point where he cancels your dates.
You get fed up with it and confront him about this.
You’re standing at the entrance of the movie theatre when your phone vibrates. Letting out a sigh, you take out your phone and read the message from Trey, “I am so sorry, Riddle asked me to help him with preparations for the next party and we are still nowhere near finished. I’m afraid I will have to postpone our date! I promise I’ll make it up to you tenfold next time.”
This isn’t the first time he ditched you in favor of helping Riddle out with whatever he needed help with. In fact, he has always been all over Riddle, he was always there for Riddle, even if it meant not spending time with you. At first you didn’t mind, knowing they were friends and just recently started to hang out with each other again. However, it got worse the last few weeks, to the point it made you feel like Trey is dating him and not you. Having been let down yet again, you just went straight home.
Opening the door to Ramshackle dorm you called out for Grim, only to be greeted with silence. Great! The only time you actually need him by your side, he is out doing whatever shenanigans he may come up with. You let yourself fall into bed. As you were laying in bed your mind started to accelerate with negative thoughts. “What if Trey likes Riddle more?”, “Maybe he just played with you...No, that can’t be, he’s not a player....right?”, such thoughts came to your mind and you felt hot tears quietly run down your cheeks. Maybe it was better if you broke up with him, since you barely see each other anyway and you...you might be happier too, at least that is what you tell yourself. Some minutes pass of you rolling around in bed like a hermit, trying to figure out what to do. Finally being set on breaking up with him, you dry your tears and head for Heartslabyul. Arriving there, you find him in the living room sitting on a sofa with Riddle, seemingly showing the redhead something on a sheet of paper. Riddle’s expression shows genuine interest in what he says, all the while Trey is looking at him and wearing his warm smile, which you’ve grown to love and cherish. It makes your heart ache, witnessing both of them being so close with each other, apparently completely unbothered by the fact Riddle crushed your date plans once more. Seeing them like this made you feel jealous, they shouldn’t be sitting so close together, there is a lot of space on this sofa. You’re wondering why they feel the need to be so cozy with one another, before snapping back to reality.
Catching your thoughts, taking a deep breath, you give yourself a final push and walk towards them. “Trey, we need to talk. Now.”, you demanded, not even bothering to be polite or hide your annoyed expression. Both look shocked but Trey complies and excuses himself. He suggests you two talk in his room. Both of you stay silent until his bedroom door closes. He slowly gets closer to you but stops when you step back. Several minutes pass with you opening and closing your mouth like a fish gasping for air before he decides to speak, not being able to hold in his worry anymore. “What is wrong? Are you okay? Did someone harm you?”, that’s when you broke down crying...And here you thought you already cried all your tears out back at Ramshackle dorm, guess you were wrong.
Trey’s protective instinct immediately kicks in, so he wraps his arms around you just for you to shove him away. Now he is at a loss of what to do, he isn’t used to being pushed away much less by you. You’ve never acted this way before. But he understands that you do not wish to be touched by him. He comes to the conclusion that he did something terrible to you and might even know what you are so frustrated about. He tells you to sit down on his bed and hands you a handkerchief. Waiting for you to calm down enough, so that you can talk to him properly.
After some minutes pass by, you tell him you want to break up. Him drawing a sharp breath, you conclude that you definitely hurt him with that statement. Urging you to explain why, his calm demeanor is now overtaken by a look of fear...fear of losing you, his precious beloved. You explain to him that you have had enough of him cancelling dates or leaving early just for Riddle, it’s always Riddle here and Riddle that, you don’t even understand why he is that great to make him dance to Riddle’s tune. If Riddle is truly more important; so important that he can’t spend much time with you, then you see no future with him.
You hear him sigh after a long break of silence, which makes you want to snap at him but before you can do that he tells you that you misunderstood. You are clearly confused by his statement, after all, how could there be any misunderstanding, what you said is based on facts and evidence. He grabs your chin to make you look at him.
“You are right about me spending way more time with Riddle than with you and I’m truly sorry about that but it isn’t because he is more important to me or anything preposterous you come up with, I....uhm...actually have been planning something special for us and Riddle came up with the idea to make our 100 day anniversary big. He kinda became too into it and has been coming up with a lot of unnecessary stuff for me to look at on top of my usual duties as the vice dorm leader. So I cancelled most of our dates to plan our anniversary. But I should have considered your feelings more, cancelling plans or leaving early when we are already spending so little time together is not fair and I shouldn’t have presumed everything would be okay between us. From now on I will make sure we will spend more time together and make Riddle understand that I don’t always have time for him and his antics. I promise you that I will be a better boyfriend, so please....don’t break up with me. I love you, you mean the world to me and I assure you that there is no one but you for me, no one makes me as happy as you do and I am confident if you give me another chance I can be that person for you too.”
When you accept his apology and tell him you give him another chance, he is so overjoyed that he holds you in a tight embrace and gives you a passionate kiss before kissing your face all over in a playful way.
#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland#trey clover#trey clover x reader#twst#twst x reader#twst x you#twst x y/n#fluff#slight angst#jealousy
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Rolling stock (ficlet, T)
Summary: Short comment fic in response to @logicgunn's statement that life will not be complete "until someone writes a ficlet where Lorne kneels like a badass on the top of a moving train and shoots down Wraith darts with an AT-4," (thank you for the prompt!) with a couple of small details for @twotales
"That is," Evan pauses, and chooses his words carefully, "a terrible plan."
McKay snorts. "What, you'd rather we approach the hive on foot, quietly and carefully, enter it, and set the charges by hand?"
Well yes. He would. Or get a 'jumper or two and drop something from above, despite McKay's dismissals about 'inadequate yields' and 'not enough time to do it properly'.
But driving a slow, half-functional train full of explosives into the side of a downed not disabled Wraith ship – that conveniently landed on the remains of an abandoned rail track? It's like advertising a collective death wish.
So it's nothing new, really. Just a different approach.
They wait while McKay gets the train working again, and Evan knows – he just knows – that this is going to be a clusterfuck.
"Nah, it'll be fun," Ronon says, beside him. "Trains are great."
"I need an extra set of hands over here, could you two quit standing around chit-chatting about your apparent love of trains, what is this, a trainspotting convention?"
Evan sighs, pushes up his sleeves and goes to crouch next to McKay.
++
What the fuck is his life, Evan wonders, as he lies flat against the carriage roof of the battered train. It's moving slowly, reasonably steadily, so at least there's that. He's assuming Ronon has already cleared the tracks of debris because even at this speed if they hit anything –
"—Lorne," he half-hears over his earpiece.
"Say again," he yells.
"Sheppard's tied –" but it's drowned out by the sound of the train and the wind.
He covers his ear with his hand. "Again!"
"Sheppard's tied to the tracks," he hears McKay yell this time.
For fuck's sake. The planet had seemed deserted, long devoid of humans, even if there were old, half-functional pieces of tech lying around. "How?"
"I don't know, some Wraith worshippers came out of nowhere, tied him up, they're saying stop the train or –"
"So stop the fucking train until someone gets him free!"
"I can't! We're stuck on accelerate, do you know what I had to do to even get this thing running, stopping was never going to be the problem, the brakes are shot, and we've got maybe 10 minutes before –"
He tunes McKay out and starts crawling toward the engine, wind pulling at his clothes. Oh, sure. Trains are great. This was a fantastic plan, no problems at all, definitely more efficient than leading a team of eight marines to set charges, so much better than –
"Got him," he hears Ronon say over earpiece. "You can shut up now, McKay."
"And, Major," Sheppard sounds annoyed and also slightly winded, "you've got darts incoming."
Of course he does. "Got it, sir," he replies, gritting his teeth.
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Evan is kneeling on the roof of the train car. The metal is rough, pebbled, and frankly, it hurts like a bitch to kneel on, and he's not exactly steady up here either.
Ahead he can see the hive, looming and huge – he can imagine the self-repairs happening, the relentless knitting of walls and systems back together, the corridors swarming with impatient, hungry Wraith.
The first two darts out of the hive had been shot down by someone on the ground, but he can see two more coming, heading straight for him, and he's glad the fucking train – which looks like something out of an old west movie – isn't coal-powered, because the smoke would fuck up his aim.
He tucks one foot under a convenient lip of metal in front of him, keeps his other knee pressed against the carriage roof, and hefts the AT-4 to his shoulder. The dart is coming in fast, the train is moving slowly, and Evan aims and fires, watches as the HE projectile – modified to penetrate Wraith tech – hits dead centre.
He grins, tosses the spent AT-4 over the side, and reaches for the other one.
The second shot is just as satisfying as the first.
But they're almost at the hive, and Evan can feel the train picking up speed, just as McKay had planned. The train's horn sounds once, twice, fast and sharp, and fuck, about time. Flattening himself back down to the roof, he shimmies to the end of the carriage, and scrambles down the ladder – it's missing rungs, the edges are sharp, but it doesn't crumble under his hands. He drops from the train, rolling badly as he hits the ground, hard enough to crunch something in his chest, a bright shock of pain.
Fuck.
The train – full of explosives – keeps picking up speed, and he can see it's going to work, it's going to hit the hive and blow the shit out of it, and he's probably too close, and his chest hurts and he can't quite catch his breath, his earpiece has fallen out and he –
"Come on," Ronon says, pulling him up, dragging him behind the remains of a heavy wall and into some kind of culvert. Evan feels the first explosion as much as he hears it, and then there are the second and third ones as the carriages crash into each other. Eventually, Ronon steps up from their shelter, and when he comes back, he's grinning, sharp and happy. "It worked."
Evan nods. “Sheppard?”
Ronon shrugs. “Rope burns but he’s fine.”
“McKay?”
“Rolled off the train into mud. He’s bitching about it.”
Evan can’t help it, he laughs once, then gasps at the bloom of pain across his side.
“Broken ribs, huh?" Ronon helps him up, gets his arm under Evan's shoulder. "Not surprised. You took a pretty badass roll from the train.”
When they get back to the tracks, Ronon stops, jerks his head in the direction of the hive. It’s burning hard and fast, surrounded by smoke, and Evan can smell it, the acrid scents of Wraith tech and alien flesh. Ronon grins at him again. "A train. Explosives. You up there, shooting down darts. It was a decent plan."
Maybe. Because it got the job done. But he isn't going to admit it.
Especially not to McKay.
End.
#trains#major lorne has had it#ronon dex#major lorne#comment fic#not edited#dr rodney mckay#major lorne is a badass
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(Inspired by your recent post on Haineko and also that fic you wrote about Hinamori getting the hogyoku) I bet Matsumoto and Hinamori could get an epic combo move, I read somewhere that if you tried to get too close to a volcanic eruption you'd get encased in volcanic ash and die inside the solid shell it'd form. Which feels somewhat thematic for them based on vibes alone.
yeah YEAH!
Rangiku and Momo are two characters I would love to see hang out more. It's clear that they already have a good relationship prior to Aizen's defection--we see them conspiring to do something for Hitsugaya on his birthday in the fireworks flashback, and Rangiku is the one who brings Aizen's letter to Momo when she's in prison, even though it's technically evidence or something.
It's actually a little weird that we know absolutely nothing about Rangiku and Gin's relationship once they left the Rukon. I kinda get the feeling that Gin blew her off completely, but maybe there was a period where they had a relationship again. I get the definite sense that they are estranged at the time of the defection. My point in this is: did Rangiku have any sense that Aizen was not what he seemed to be? I feel like out of all the people in Soul Society, Rangiku is the one who might look at Aizen and, in particular, his relationship and actions toward Gin, and say, "wow, there is definitely something about this dude that does not add up." In other words, I also don't know if she had any sense of Momo being gaslit by Aizen while it was happening. That being said, I am at the age where, a couple of times now, a friend tells me they are getting a divorce and it feels like it's coming out of nowhere, but at the same time it doesn't. It's a really complicated feeling of "I should have seen this" but also not, because hiding the broken parts of a relationship are often part of what makes it so broken. All of this is to say that I think that Rangiku would have really been there for Momo in the aftermath, partly as an exercise in dealing with her own lingering Gin-feels, and I love they idea of them working some of this out through developing some sick moves.
I do not know a lot about volcanos, but I know that they exist in one of those batshit regimes of physics where temperatures are so high that you run into all kinds of nonlinear effects dealing with the compressibility of air and ionization effects. If you wander through the rabbit warren of volcano-related horrible-things-that-will-kill-you-but-have-really-cool-names, it's all stuff like "oh, this happens when pyroclastic debris hits running water and accelerates to insane speeds" or "if the eruption column can't entrain enough air, it will collapse and rains molten material down on everything"
In other words, I think Tobiume and Haineko are two great tastes that would go even better together. Rangiku could embed Haineko into one of Momo's lava jets and use it to make a controlled lahar to throw in people's face. Momo could create a pyroclastic surge with Haineko, and sandblast the landscape, gaining the sort of +2 spiritual damage you get from hitting things with a zanpakutou. The possibilities are endless. It's not even just a case of being able to do unique things, but just taking advantages of each other's strengths. Maybe it's easy for Momo to create magma, but hard to move it around, but Rangiku can do that easily. Releasing Haineko in an area where Tobiume is going off is going to add auto-fire damage, that's a freebie.
This would take so much practice and be so much fun and Hitsugaya would be in favor of it in theory, except that he's sitting in his office with an ice pack on his head, doing all of Rangiku's paperwork because he knows she's going to be "too tired" later. That is, until Momo comes running in with the latest research journal she got Lisa to import from the Living World for her, because it turns out that with a combination of hot gas, ash and ice particles you can make volcanic lightning.
#rangiku matsumoto#momo hinamori#haineko#tobiume#they should have let me write that episode of the zanpakuto spirits arc#it would have been sick as hell and probably everyone would have died but again. sick as hell#if hitsugaya refuses to learn the lightning thing rukia would DEFINITELY be up for it#the ENTRANCE POTENTIAL#imagine getting wasted by these two fiery volcano friends and all of the sudden there's this huge crack of lighting and RUKIA IS THERE#renji off to one side doing the will smith 'behold my wife (and her friends) gesture with the giant so-oh zabimaru skeletal arm#i would just leave immediately
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Eclipsed in Paris (Miraculous x Reader) Pt 6
"You mean to tell me this is all because she thinks you're dating??!" I partially shout-whispered to Chat.
"Would that be such a bad thing if we were?" he questioned but soon shut it given my expression showing I was less than pleased with the feline masked crusader. Then my attention was turned back to Ladybug when her voice broke the tension.
" A superhero never lies! We won't admit to something that's not true." Ladybug exclaimed which made Chat Noir's face drop. Prime Queen is visibly angered by this statement as she demands, "I want my scoop!" while accelerating the train somehow. In a corner, the three of us huddled to determine our course of action.
"I'll use my cataclysm." Chat Noir said in hushed tones, to which Ladybug replied, "No wait, we might need it for an emergency." which was honestly smart. It's better only one of us risks de-transforming at one time. Though Chat did argue back with an indignant tone saying, "Yeah, like right now!" Clearly trying to play mediator I said, "Calm down, arguing will get us nowhere, and we have to get Chloe off this train. Chat mayhaps Ladybug has an idea. Your cataclysm may do even more damage to the train." Turning to Ladybug, we both listened to her when she said, "We have to lure her over here first or we'll never capture her akuma! So let's just play along with her, at least it'll buy us some time." Now that I couldn't completely agree with it. Breaking one's principles and lying on a worldwide stage isn't the best idea, which is something I learned personally, so I offered another solution. "Or I could always lure her over with the identity of a new super. You know, since I used my special ability a while ago now." I said knowing the likelihood of it working now that Prime Queen has two scoops to go for.
"It'll be easier for you to slip away and feed your kawami if we do this quickly. You're running low on miraculous energy and Chat Noir doesn't mind," Ladybug whispered to me. So, now we have some form of plan...
Moving towards the back of the compartment where Chloe was, I stabilize her by holding her upright, while Ladybug "confesses", "Okay Prime Queen" she says while holding a shocked kitty's hand, "You win. I confess, Cat Noir and I are dating like you said. We are.." she starts to hesitate, " in..love." which led Prime Queen to abruptly stop the windowless train and sending Chloe as well as myself tumbling onto the floor. Ladybug and Chat Noir go flying into the wall with her landing on his chest, and he made a purring noise.
" Did I just hear you purr?" Ladybug questioned him clearly not liking that he was enjoying their predicament. Nervously, Chat Noir answered with a weak, "Uh, no way!" I smirked lightly, and teasingly I said "Oh, he so did," earning myself a micro glare from the cat.
Anyways, cyber tech crazy lady decided she wanted something more. Typical reporters. "Our two heroic lovebirds are saving their fan's life and their new partner's by admitting their true feelings. Our viewers are going crazy! But, our TV ratings haven't maxed out yet. You must do better!" she said.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THEY ADMITTED THEY'RE IN LOVE BUT YOU STILL NEED MORE PROOF?!" I yelled at the screen only to be ignored by the crazy lady with the iPad. Stupid iPad adults.
"Then come and join us, Prime Queen. You're the host and the star of the show after all. Then you'll have your ratings." Ladybug taunted the cyber lady. I dare her to come here, I'll kick her halfway to Lousianna if she does. Then a purple butterfly surrounded her eyes, and a voice quiet enough to talk to her only, but hearable if you have ultrasonic hearing gave her instructions, "Order them to give you their Miraculous!" the sinister voice commanded. Then Mrs. Roboto said, "My show, my rules, Ladybug! To prove that your feelings are genuine, you're going to have to take off your masks, which means you must all give me your Miraculous! Even you newbie."
"Yeah, that's not happening lady." I said nonchalantly, which was followed by Ladybug's "Not a chance, Prime Queen!" I just happened to glance over at the kitten, only to see a strange smile on his face. Does he know how creepy he looks when he does that face? He grabs Ladybug by the shoulders while exclaiming, " Wait, I know how we can prove our feelings." giving her a wink, while I step away from that situation, "Pucker up!" which has Prime Queen at the edge of her seat. Again, typical reporter and fangirl behavior. Though Ladybug was thoroughly unimpressed by Kitten's antics, she declines with a, "Not a chance, kitty." I'll admit, he tried, and his disappointment was evident so I gave him a quick hip bump with a small demure smile. Then the screen turned black. "Is the show over?" Chat asked while knocking on the previously lit-up screen. This is bad...
"If we can't get to her, we'll never be able to capture her akuma!" Ladybug exclaimed in a worried tone. Just then, the screen turned back on, and displayed Prime Queen in the Louvre., particularly, she was with a sarcophagus. "My dear viewers, you are in for the reveal of a lifetime!" she said with a cackle opening the sarcophagus to reveal a tied-up Alya within. Or at least I think her name's, Alya. "Ladybug, help me, please!" she pleaded despite not seeming all that scared. Just how messed up are Paris teens if situations like this don't give them PTSD? Then the robo-chick started asking facetious questions, "Oh wait, isn't this the girl who started the famous Ladyblog? The first one who ever filmed Ladybug?"
I turned to Chat and whispered, "What's a Ladyblog? Is it some kind of women's health forum?" I don't quite understand why he laughed at first, but then he blushed before he explained it to be a blog dedicated to Ladybug mostly, but sometimes showcases himself as well as other superheroine content. So, I guess it's not a women's blog... Anyways, back to the battle, seeing Alya bound in the glittering tomb, Ladybug clearly was distressed given her cry of "No, Alya!" I guess she cares about her fans.
"Next trial, your Miraculous! Or else your biggest fan will be mummified!" the cackling cyborg-esq woman declared, then the screen turned bright like it was devoid of anything. Chat almost fell through it, and my miraculous beeped indicating I had a mere few minutes left before I assume I detransform. I really should have paid more attention to Bazoo's instructions. "Ladybug, Chat Noir, I may have to stay behind a few minutes to feed my kwami. Hope you don't mind." I told them before Ladybug turned to Chat to say "Let's leap in before she runs! Come through when you're fully charged!" The two disappeared into the abyss leaving me and Chloe.
"Hey! Ugh, wait! What about me? Someone get me out of here!" Chloe complained. I forced her out of the train, before de-transforming completely while ducking down below the windows, as the train began moving again.
"Bazoo, eat up. Looks like we're going to have to third wheel this venture," I said handing the bat creature a few blackberries from my bag. Once she was full, it was time to strike. "Bazoo! Spread my wings!"
It's not so strange the second time around when the latex leather takes over my original attire. Though I will say it feels better to no longer have the mask on. Leather masks aren't the most breathable material. With that, I step through the white screen only to be met with Chat Noir and Ladybug in a freezer.
"What'd I miss?" I asked aloud. "Not much," Chat replied. "She hasn't said anything since we arrived, so I assume she was waiting for you too," Ladybug informed me. "Well, clearly we're not at the Louvre," Chat said. While struggling to open the freezer door, Ladybug managed to deduce, "It was a double-cross!" Then the backing returned. Cackling alongside the crackling of the broadcast. "Uh, Cataclysm?" Chat Noir suggested. Ladybug being frustrated wasn't the best at handling the situation, yelling at Chat saying, "There's no point! We're probably far away from the Louvre! By the time we get there, it'll be too late to save Alya!"
"So, are you two going to kiss or what?" I asked getting tired of this business. I just want to go home now... Huh, home? Do I mean New York or the Grand Hotel? Eh, I'll figure it out later. Chat leaned in closer to Ladybug but she stopped him with a simple "Still not a chance, Cat Noir." which disappointed him causing me to pat him lightly on the back in solidarity which he leaned in to.
" The time has come to push those ratings sky-high! Let's try this again. Remove your Miraculous and reveal your true selves! The whole world is watching you!" came a command from Prime Queen. Like hell, I'm going to do that. I don't know these people. Then the blue-purple butterfly outline showed up...again. Ultrasonic hearing allows me to listen to the instructions.
"The perfect plan, Prime Queen. They're cornered! Their Miraculous are mine!" came the gravelly voice. I swear I've heard it before, but who?
Pulling on the sarcophagus holding Alya up, Prime Queen said, "There's no use looking for a way out!" and I think she may have rattled Alya a bit because I heard a faint "Ow." from within. "Unless you want to see your biggest fan in deep water." came from Prime Queen's side of the recording. Little to say, we all gasped at that. "Hurry up, you three. Don't wanna keep your audience waiting." taunted Prime Queen while sliding Alya's coffin further over the water.
"You're right! Lucky Charm!" called out Ladybug before a red-bespeckled tape roll appeared out of nowhere. I'm guessing she knows what to do with it. "A tape roll? What am I supposed to do with this? Hmm... " Ladybug said while looking around. You've got to be kidding me... She doesn't know what to do with it yet?! Apparently, she decided what to do because she began pulling out random drawers in the freezer. Anxiously, Chat Noir said to her without regard to my existence, "Hurry up, she's about to push Alya into the water!" "I need a minute" "Give her a minute," we both said to him at the same time as she pulled out yet another drawer only to be met with a whiney, "That's too long!" from Chat.
"Listen to the cat." came the condescending voice of Mrs. Roboto as she pushed the sarcophagus further through the screen. Just then, Ladybug found what she was searching for apparently, as she pulled out... a pizza box? "Voilà! " Ladybug said while handing the box to Chat and taping it over the screen, effectively covering Prime Queen's view. Smart idea, and it draws her to us instead of accepting the ultimatum. Based on the audio, it appears to have worked given the resounding, "What's happening?" that came from Prime Queen's side of the broadcast.
From behind the blackened screen, Prime Queen hears Ladybug say, "Fine, you win, Prime Queen. We'll remove our Miraculous. The whole world will see us without our masks!" Looking over at Chat, we made eye contact and had one singular thought between the two of us. Teasingly, Chat and I call out "And We're about to kiss! Shame you're missing it!" "And They're about to kiss! Shame you're missing it!"
"So unlucky!" came Ladybug's reply. It was silent for a few moments following our comments when Prime Queen said, " If you're lying, you're going to regret it." she punched through the screen with the pizza box covering effectively bringing her into the freezer with us. She fell right into our trap. Chat broke the screen with his staff while effectively making sure our trap snapped shut saying, "And now you're stuck with us." Like a caged animal she tried to attack us, only to be subdued by Ladybug's yo-yo, hit in the head with my boomerang, and her watch broken by Chat's staff. A little purple-black butterfly flew out of the crack in her watch, which I assume is the akuma.
"Cataclysm!" Chat Noir announces and his hand is suddenly surrounded by black floating particles. When he touches the door with that hand, the particles appear to go into it at a molecular level, destroying it completely to the point where it crumbled right before our eyes. "Ladies first!" I stepped out first saying nothing to Chat but smiled to myself. The Ladybug declared,Thank you! No more evildoing for you, little akuma. Time to de-evilize!" before catching the butterfly within her yoyo, exclaiming, "Gotcha!" She releases it and it had become pure as snow white. She bid it farewell before throwing the tape dispenser into the air where it became millions of magical ladybugs thatput everything back to how it was. I assume Chloe was sent back to her room, Alya to wherever she was prior to Prime Queen absconding her, and Prime Queen herself turned back into the reporter. Though by the sound of it, it appears being akumatized may be like sleepwalking since she was confused when she stammered out, "W-w-what just happened?
Ladybug and Chat Noir held out their fists in the middle, gesturing for me to join in, saying "Pound it!"
Ladybug had to run, though I know she had questions... Questions I think may pertain to my becoming a superhero. She ran off leaving Chat Noir and I alone. "So Rogue, mind telling me how you gained a miraculous?" he asked. "I'd let you know, but it appears you have mere minutes left, kitten" I replied with a smirk before heading out myself. "MY NAMES CHAT, NOT KITTEN," he yelled as I ran away.
Ducking into an alley near the hotel, I de-transformed. Hurrying quickly through the back stairwell, and back to my room. I requested some blackberries for Bazoo and fell back onto the couch in my room. Scrolling through my phone I note three missed calls, 1 from Auntie which she's likely displeased at, I need to call her back quickly, and two from an unknown number. I called my Aunt back, only to get berated for not picking up when she called the first time. She wants at least one demo song before the end of the month, my appointment to formula-test the makeup line in on Friday, my clothing line sketches need to be started by next Tuesday, and I have a modeling gig for Mr. Agreste's new line in the park on Sunday. I wish she'd understand that things take time and effort to be good. The unknown number left a voicemail the second time around.
"Um, hi Y/N. This is Dante. I know you blocked my number and that you said you never loved me, but I'd like to try to be friends if nothing else. You know, considering we practically grew up together... Anyways, I'll be in Paris in a few months to film a new movie. I'll understand if you block me again, but if you don't, I'll take that as you being open to seeing me again... Um, yeah that's it. Bye."
Seriously? Dante is coming to Paris?! Did Auntie set this up so there could be a huge reunion? Or does he actually want to be just friends? You know after everything I put him through, I thought he'd hate me. Maybe it's time to start a new chapter, one that's real. I turned off my phone, not blocking him, at least for now. It' been a long day, and running around as some kind of superhero burns a lot of calories, not to mention energy. I changed into my pajamas and headed off to bed. Of course, I checked on Chloe first to make sure she was okay.
A few days later, there was a new version of the reporters show "Face to Face" only this time with Alya.
"Don't be bemused, it's just the news! Hi, I'm Nadja Chamack, and this is Side by Side. Today, I'm joined by Alya Césiare, who created the Ladyblog! Together, we'll be looking back over Cat Noir and Ladybug's greatest feats. As well as new hero Rogue's debut." Nadja said. "Hello Nadja! Hey fans! So, first of all, I gotta set the record straight. Cat Noir and Ladybug are not a couple! Well, not yet at least. Sorry to break the news." Alya stated to the camera.
I think Paris is going fine, though its a bit strange, and now I'm a superhero. Friends were a new thing for me, being a superhero's allowed me to express part of my personality that I've hidden away, but I still don't know if this is home. Huh, Face to Face... I think I may have found a new song idea...
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