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Devil May Halloween - The Horror Amusement Park (Halloween with the crew)

Devil May Halloween 2022 - The Horror Amusement Park, Prologue (Reader and the crew spending Halloween together)

Pairing: During this Prologue, none. You can read it pairing the reader with anyone you want ;)

Summary: The 'Nightmares From Hell' horror amusement park had just stopped by Redgrave. After a few talks and Halloween enthusiasts, the DMC crew decide to visit it together, in order to have a bit of fun and wind down... Tough a cursed puzzle box might change those plans. (buckle up, it's a long one)

Author's Notes: You guys didn't think I'd forget you this Halloween, right? This is just the Prologue, then I'll update with Dante x Reader and Vergil x Reader parts, in a sort of "choose your own path" adventure (meaning, they'll have the same prologue, but then you decide if you want to read the whole ~incident~ with Dante or Vergil. Or both! Then the ending will be the same when the crew gets together again)! If I manage to finish them both by Halloween and have some time left, I'll try to deliver a Nero one too ^^

Happy Halloween, devil hunters, demons and lil' critters :3

Prologue

“Oh, hell yeah! This place looks friggin’ awesome!”

It seemed like Christmas was approaching to Nico while she looked at the ominous gates of the horror themed park the whole crew decided to visit on Halloween: the Nightmares From Hell.

It wasn’t too planned really. Nero saw someone talking about it on TV, Nico heard something on the radio, you talked about it with Dante, Kyrie seemed a little too nervous about it, Lady saw something about it while looking for a job and brought Trish on the loop… And Vergil eventually got what you were all talking about. Soon, everyone seemed to agree it would be something nice for the crew to do together.

Well, not everyone. Trish was neutral: if everyone decided to go, she’d go as well. Vergil had absolutely no interest in such human foolishness – to think they could do something as terrible as what he had experienced in Hell. Kyrie was adamant in not going: she loved kids Halloween, but hated the more adult side of things – all the scares, horror and gore was definitely not for her.

Dante had to do a little convincing with his brother, you helping Vergil understand it all was for fun – it took the blue devil quite a long time to even begin to comprehend why humans would find anything Hell related remotely fun. In the end, you had convinced him to go as a way to bond with everyone in the crew – especially since Nero would be there.

Now, Kyrie had to be convinced by her devil in shining armor. She kept denying until Nero showed her something he found to be incredible: Lady, Trish, you, Dante and Vergil all talking about the horror park and what you guys would do together, what kind of costumes you’d wear and how Vergil would scare people more than the actors themselves – Lady, though, seemed to be a child on her first Halloween. Nero and Kyrie had never seen her so excited for something; perhaps only Christmas at the Devil May Cry.

With that, Kyrie had to say yes.

“I really don’t know about that…” Kyrie sighed, getting closer to Nero. He didn’t even think twice before wrapping one arm around his girl.

There was something of sweet about their Halloween costumes: Kyrie put on one of her flowy white dresses, pairing it with feathery angel wings on her back and a golden crown adorning her coppery hair. Nero, on the other hand, went for the demon look: wearing his dirty, fake-bloodied clothes from his last job, you insisted on painting his ‘half-trigger’ looks – the blue lines that appeared on his face, some fake fangs and nails, his arms like his old devil bringer and a cheap plastic tiara adorned with blue devil horns.

No one could deny it: they were indeed a perfect couple.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m here, remember?” Nero cuddled her closer, smiling while watching her eye nervously at those gates. He wouldn’t admit, but he loved being her one and only protector. “Anything bad happen, I’m stayin’ with ya. No need to do somethin’ you don’t want, angel.”

Kyrie had to look back at him and smile when Nero called her like that.

“But not going on things is soooo not fun! We’re here to have fun together, dumbass!” Nico had to complain, all in her Eddie Munson costume glory. The thought of not having Nero around inside the horror mazes to poke some fun at her co-worker demon hunter was, actually, unthinkable.

“We’re all here, lil’ angel! No reason to be scared!” Dante playfully pinched Kyrie’s cheek, making her laugh. The Crimson Slayer decided to go all out during the Halloween and, with your help, dressed up as an 80’s rockstar. You were positive Mötley Crüe would be proud of his looks. “If things get too ugly, we just call lil’ ol’ Verge over there and even the monsters will run away; that, I’m sure!”

Vergil just limited himself to give his twin brother an annoyed look that could freeze the coldest of hearts. Keeping his arms crossed, it was one of the first times he ditched his usual attire for something else: the crew’s very own Necromancer. It was your idea and it seemed right up Vergil’s alley – plus, he found a way to carry Yamato as a makeshift staff, avoiding the terrifying thought of going out without his most beloved weapon.

Dante and Vergil couldn’t have planned to be more opposites than those last-minute Halloween costumes.

“Also, you can stay around us.” Trish threw back the lock of golden hair she was playing with, letting it rest on her shiny, vinyl Catwoman suit. Full Michelle Pfeiffer movie look, she opted for having her hair lose under the torn mask and messy makeup. “I think no one will want to mess with me, Lady or y/n.”

You and Lady exchanged a knowing look and laughed after that comment. Trish was right: having the beautiful devil as Catwoman, Lady full on her 90’s goth attire as the witch Nancy from The Craft – a movie you three ended up watching together and discovered it was one of her favorites – and you full in black and the iconic makeup of Eric Draven from The Crow, it was very unlikely people would mess with you.

Needless to say, Kyrie was safer than anyone else in that park.

“Well, are we going to just stand here and watch?” Lady finally put her hands on her waist and questioned the crew – receiving both eager, fearful and bored looks. “Let’s go in already!”

“You heard the woman! Let’s go!” You, charged with keeping the tickets safe, started distributing them so you could finally cross the gates of Nightmares From Hell. As Dante would always say, you all expected that to be one hell of a party – and it surely would be.

“The only hellish thing about this place is the amount of people screaming and running around aimlessly.” Vergil scoffed with an annoyed look in his eyes, one hand safely inside the pocket of his pants while the other safely held Yamato.

It was funny, really. The guy at the entrance of the park tried to make Vergil show him if it was a real blade, but just one glare of the blue devil made him give up on that. He allowed entrance when Vergil simply muttered it was a cane.

The man definitely wouldn’t argue.

“Oh, c’mon. I bet you’re having fun, necromancer.” You side eyed him, a tiny smile showing on your black lips. Vergil responded the look.

“Perhaps I was wrong bringing you back from the dead, Draven.”

That little comment made the whole crew stop on their tracks and look back at both of you.

“Did you…?” Nero started blabbering, pointing at his father – still protecting Kyrie with one of his arms. “Did he… Just made a joke? And a movie reference? All in one?!”

“Boy, this Halloween sure promises to be creepy!” Dante had to laugh while Vergil rolled his eyes, seemingly impatient. All you could do was laugh with everyone else.

“I know, right? There’s hope for the Dark Slayer!” You patted Vergil’s shoulder, immediately pointing at something else that caught your attention. “Wait – are those candied apples?!”

“Where?!” Lady immediately turned around, seeing a witch booth, selling all kinds of candied apples and what it was labeled as love potions. “No way! We gotta get one!”

“You don’t have to say it twice!” You entangled your arm around hers and off you both went, talking about your favorite Halloween foods.

“Didn’t know they loved those things so much.” Dante had his eyebrows raised, as Kyrie started to pull Nero towards the booth.

“C’mon, man! Everyone loves candied apples!” Nico answered the red devil before turning around and running after all of you. “Hey! Wait for me! You bunch of hungry raccoons!”

Vergil and Dante just glanced at Trish, who started following the group with a faster pace, but still gracefully swinging her hips.

“Not gonna lie – I love candied apples too. Like all humans apparently, huh?” She winked at the twins, spinning on her heels to turn back to the booth and making her golden hair elegantly flow in the night.

Dante and Vergil stood there for a while, watching as you all made a fuss around the witch and discussed the love potions – different drinks with all kinds of flavors, but, of course, Nico would never stop annoying Nero and Trish had to tease Lady, at least a little bit. You and Kyrie just laughed as you watched all the mayhem, nibbling at your apples and choosing the best love potion for each of you.

“Maybe they got some strawberries with chocolate…?” Dante finally suggested, making Vergil close his eyes with a tiny smile hidden in his stern lips.

“Our preferences have never really been human, right?” Even though Vergil’s arms were crossed in front of his chest, still holding tightly to Yamato, he had quite an amused tone to his voice.

“Eh, what can I say. Demons have different tastes.” Dante shrugged, satisfied with the sort of relationship he and Vergil had built so far. It wasn’t the most loving or amazing brotherly dynamic, but they had their laughs and internal jokes – and Dante missed that, honestly.

Vergil would never admit it, but it was one of the things his heart bled for in Hell. Only after having it back, rebuilding that sort of dynamic with his twin brother, Vergil noticed there was a void inside of him only family could fill – only Dante. Of course, he loved Nero, and the boy was his son, but having a brother who grew up with him, went through the same family trauma, survived all the horrors they had both seen… It was different. It was home.

“Remember when mother tried to make candied apples…?” Vergil’s voice barely broke the noises of music, screams, laughs and horrifying sounds of the park, but he knew Dante could listen to him very well. Both had the same kind of hearing, inherited from their father.

“Hah! I thought you wouldn’t remember that!” Dante rested his hands on his hips, letting a good laugh out of his chest. “We couldn’t break that coat of sugar if our lives depended on it!”

“Father had to use his demon fangs to taste it just so mother wouldn’t be sad her recipe didn’t work.” Vergil finally looked at Dante, now having a noticeable smile on his face. It was one of the very rare times Dante saw him smiling in such a carefree manner – and it made his heart happier.

The whole night was worth it just because of that moment, in his opinion.

“We didn’t know how to trigger back then, it broke her heart when she saw dad breaking our apples!” Dante could see that scene as bright as day, and Vergil couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“We never ate candied apples again.”

Dante rested one of his hands on Vergil’s shoulder, almost breathless from laughing. Vergil kept his arms crossed, but his body was turned towards his brother, laughing alongside him with rare care in his cold eyes. They had completely forgotten about the candied apple incident, but being there with each other and the crew, talking as if they had no worries and putting down their alertness for a while, it had all come back – and, honestly, they hoped for even more moments like that.

“Let’s hope for strawberries, or else we are doomed.” Vergil adjusted his posture, starting to walk alongside his brother.

“Strawberries with chocolate, bro. Let’s not forget your favorite part!” Dante winked at him, resting his hands inside the pockets of his old coat he wore during the Temen-ni-gru incident. It still fitted absurdly well, given how much time had passed. “Yeah, I don’t think I’d be ready for candied apples again.”

“I would like to keep all my fangs.” Vergil scoffed, making Dante burst out in laughs.

“You’re supposed to be a necromancer, don’t start with the vampire lingo.” You took another bite of your shiny, bright red apple – just ignoring how much of your makeup you would have to retouch after eating.

“Hey, it’s not our fault we do have fangs, beautiful.” Dante winked at you, making you giggle in response. He was a perfect rocker from the 80’s. “But hey, ya think they’ve somethin’ other than apples?”

“Why? Do you guys have a trauma of apples or somethin’?” Of course, Nero asked as a joke – but Dante and Vergil just stared at him seriously in response. Everyone stopped their laughs and Nero furrowed his eyebrows, immediately worried he joked about something he shouldn’t have. “What…? Are there… Demon apples?

“You don’t wanna know, kid. Trust me.” Dante replied in his completely out of character serious demeanor.

“It is safer if you remain in ignorance. All of you.” Vergil used his stoic tone, eyes cold as ice from the nineth circle of Hell.

It was safe to say the whole crew got creeped out – the Sparda twins, in another hand, were internally laughing together, as if they were still two children pulling pranks on oblivious people during Halloween.

They wouldn’t let the rest of the crew know, though. It would be another of their internal jokes.

“I can assure both of you there’s nothing demonic in my apples.” The lady from the booth used a sing song tune to lure their attention, a perfect and deadly witch who dealt with all kinds of delights and afflictions of love. “Would you like to taste one?”

“Well, you see, babe, I’m more of a strawberry kind of guy.” Dante leaned on the booth, and you could clearly see: if he had ever found some bandmates, he would have been one of the greatest rockstars the world had seen. He had the looks, the sass, the attitude – and, of course, you all knew he could break the gates of Hell with his guitar playing. Literally. “And my bro here, he’s really into chocolate. A lil’ too much, if I might say so.”

Vergil, once more, rolled his eyes at Dante’s antics, while the witch giggled gracefully, completely smitten by those charming men that had stopped by.

“I can say the same regarding his love of strawberries. It borders unhealthy even.” Vergil had to use his voice to sting like the thorns of a rose. That made her even more delighted by them – even if Vergil wasn’t even trying to be charming.

“Yeah. I’m an unhealthy stuff kind of guy too, if you know what I mean.” Dante winked at her, making you shake your head while laughing. He was hopeless. “Would you by any chance have chocolate strawberries for us?”

“Well… I don’t have it here right now…” She glanced the twins, taking her cellphone from one of the pockets on her skirt. “But I can work some magic to bring them. Can you wait a bit?”

“I can wait all night for magic like that to happen, babe!” Dante let out one of his hearty laughs and she immediately started typing.

“Does he always makes himself look like a fool like that…?” Lady took a bite from her glistening cherry red apple, crunching it on her teeth – just like you, she would have to retouch her black lips.

“U-hum.” Trish didn’t even think before answering rather uninterested, cleaning a little bit of red love potion that dripped from her blood red lips. “A trainwreck, really.”

“I bet Nero wants to die right now.” Your comment came right before taking another bite from your apple. That immediately turned your attention to Nero, Kyrie and Nico – he didn’t know what to do with himself, blushing viciously while apparently trying to get Kyrie out of there, but she and Nico insisted on staying and waiting for Dante and Vergil’s food to arrive. “Poor boy is gonna die out of shame because of his rockstar uncle.”

“We should’ve told him to dress as something else.” Lady sighed a little hopelessly, one of her hands resting on her hips. “It’s embarrassing.”

“I think it’s fun. Look at Vergil’s face.” Trish pointed at the blue devil with her apple, giggling right as you all focused on his painfully annoyed expression. Every bit of shameless behavior Dante had, Vergil seemed to lack. “I wouldn’t mind watching this the whole night. That’s the best I’ve ever seen of the great Sparda twins.”

“C’mon. You gotta do something.” Nero finally approached you, holding Kyrie’s hand while she and Nico followed him with giggles on their lips. They obviously were having a little bit too much fun with all of that as well.

“And spoil all the fun?” Trish was painfully honest sometimes – making Nico burst into a fit of laughter and Kyrie try her best to hold hers in, while Nero just stared soullessly at the woman in the shiny vinyl catsuit. “You have to admit this is at least… A little fun.”

She winked back at Nero, just enhancing everyone’s reaction. He wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“C’mon… We can at least leave ‘em here and do somethin’ else…” Of all the families he could have had… Nero had to be on that one.

He loved all of you, with his heart and soul, even. He wouldn’t flinch if it came to sacrificing himself for anyone in the crew. But that didn’t mean sometimes you were all too much for him to bear and he just wanted to leave you all laughing together in a fit of anger.

Of course, at least assuring Kyrie he still loved her and it had nothing to do with her.

“Hmmm… I think the kiddo is right, we could get to a line or something.” Lady pointed at the nearest horror maze around. “I mean, the place is packed. It wouldn’t hurt to get us some spots in the waiting line.”

“Thank you, Lady!” Nero seemed like he was about to grab her by her shoulders and kiss both of her cheeks. She couldn’t stop herself from giggling as soon as he wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders, still holding Kyrie’s hand. They were his girls now. “You heard her! She’s right! We’re goin’ to the line, get us a spot, someone should be responsible here!”

“Oooooh, c’mon! What if your ol’ man needs some help, huh?!” Nico had to tease him, making Trish laugh gracefully while already following Nero, Kyrie and Lady.

“Nico, the man escaped Hell with only his hands and his fuckin’ will – I’m pretty sure he can handle a night with Dante in a horror park!” Nero barely turned around, holding Lady forward so she wouldn’t turn back. The woman just laughed alongside his girlfriend. “We’re goin’, ya can stay if ya want!”

“Hey! Wait for me, dumbass!”

“I’m staying with them, Trish.” You winked at the devilish woman, making her agree with her head. “I’ll meet you guys at the line, ok?”

“Ok, beautiful. Just don’t take too long or die of shame, ok?” She winked back at you, slightly waving her hand with shiny claws. “If you do take too long, we’ll wait you at the exit.”

“Ok, gorgeous, have fun!”

With those words, you walked back to the twins, patiently waiting while Dante casually chatted with the witch – pain filling Vergil’s eyes.

“In need of some salvation, blue devil?”

“I don’t think there’s absolution waiting for me…” Vergil sighed, looking down back at you, moving only his head. “I am forever stuck with this fool as my own blood.”

You could almost see sarcasm dripping from his words, Vergil’s silvery eyes filled with a delighted amusement. You were already proficient in reading the twins, so you knew quite well his foul humor was all just a façade so he wouldn’t show his real feelings towards his brother – and even how much he was enjoying that night.

“Ei, I’m forever stuck with ya as my twin too, asshat. Don’cha go thinkin’ you’re the only one sufferin’ here.” Dante immediately joined the conversation, shifting the witch’s attention to all of you. “I’m not the one with a long history of doin’ dumb shit.”

“You guys are twins?” The witch finally asked, pointing back at Vergil.

“Unfortunately.” The blue devil answered in monotone, making her giggle with endearment. Vergil seriously questioned himself why some humans tended to find his sharp comments and stoic expression so adorable sometimes.

“Ditto.” Dante had to agree with his brother. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at those clowns. “He’s the one who does stupid shit and I’m the one who cleans the mess, though.”

“Oh, really?”

“You’d think it was otherwise, right?” You jumped into the conversation before Vergil could begin arguing. You knew if he decided to go all out on Dante, there would be a monologue fit for Shakespeare and you’d never leave that place before the rest of the crew got inside the maze. “Who’s the more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?”

Vergil immediately turned at you with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes clearly questioning what kind of quote you had just said. It was something he did know, for it was vaguely familiar to him, but escaped him completely.

It was quite a feat to win a quote war against Vergil.

“Star Wars, A New Hope.” You murmured back while Dante’s and the witch’s attention were grabbed by another witch bringing the skewers with strawberries covered in chocolate. “Wise words from old Ben Kenobi.”

“Clearly I need to watch it again.”

“Clearly, blue devil.” You winked back at him, while the witch handed Vergil his skewer.

“I hope it is to your taste, necromancer.” She had so much suggestion dripping from her eyes, you could almost feel it. You had to hold back your laugh while Vergil seemed completely uncomfortable with her flirty demeanor – Dante, in the other hand, didn’t give a damn. “You too, rockstar. Do come back if you want another one, ok? Or if you want something else.”

“Thanks, babe! You’re the best!” Dante replied her wink before leaving the booth alongside you and Vergil – you in the middle of the huge Slayers. Some actors even tried to get you three by surprise in the moment and scare you, but neither you, Dante or Vergil flinched.

Vergil’s hand tightened its grip around Yamato, though, making you hold it as a reflex. It was something he did unconsciously every time he was taken by surprise – and you and Dante always made sure Vergil would know he was safe and there was no reason for using violence.

You were quite lucky he didn’t spawn any summoned swords – that would be a little difficult to hide and to explain.

“Wanna a strawberry, beautiful?” Dante wrapped your shoulders with one of his arms, like a perfect rockstar. He was in character, and you could tell he was loving it.

“Thanks, red devil. I’m pretty satisfied with my apple.” You showed him your empty skewer, having devoured your whole snack. “Nero was too ashamed of your antics and went hiding on the line of that maze over there.”

“Ashamed? I see no reason why!” And, to your and Vergil’s surprise, Dante seemed genuinely confused.

“I am starting to deem myself the more foolish for following him around.” Vergil mused, biting one of the strawberries and taking it off the skewer – some of its juices dripping from his lips. For the first time, he didn’t seem to care about making a mess.

“C’mon! I got us strawberries! With extra chocolate! You should be thanking me, mister smart pants!” Dante pointed at his brother with his skewer, making a small smile appear on the corner of Vergil’s lips stained with chocolate.

“Indeed, that I have.” He recognized, finally relaxing the grip around Yamato – something you felt in your hand that enveloped his. As you started to let it go, though, you felt him tense again, as if asking you not to. You kept holding his hand. “Your foolishness paid off this time.”

“Hey, it always does – and you both can’t disagree!” Dante pointed back at you and Vergil before you could say anything.

“Well… It kinda does, really. I’m not complaining.” You raised your free hand as if you were at gunpoint. “You would’ve been a great rockstar, handsome.”

“Finally, a compliment! You’re gettin’ a strawberry, whether you want it or not, babe!”

You couldn’t really argue against Dante on that – he was always extremely giving, and you wanted him to be a little more selfish, even if it meant starting by enjoying his food all on his own. But Dante couldn’t do that: if he didn’t share it with you, he wouldn’t enjoy it enough. You accepted the strawberry covered in chocolate – with all the help Dante could give so you wouldn’t let it fall or it wouldn’t smear your makeup.

After all, you had just retouched your black lips while he had all that conversation with the witch.

“Oh! She really brought you strawberries! That’s so kind of her!” Kyrie waved as you approached, so you could find them on the line more easily.

“I wouldn’t say it was kindness…” Trish set her devilish eyes on the Sparda’s, making the meaning of her words quite obvious. “But you are dressed as an angel today, dear Kyrie.”

“C’mon, Trish. If you keep like that, Nero’s gonna cover her ears every time you open your mouth to speak.” Lady had to laugh of her co-worker, watching as Nero glanced at them with such an offended expression you didn’t know if it was because of Trish’s comment or Lady’s.

Even though you wouldn’t doubt he would cover Kyrie’s ears whenever someone said something ‘wrong’.

“I’m nooooot…!” Nero didn’t even know what he was disagreeing with, he just wanted to disagree with something.

“You aaaaaare…!” Nico had to drop her two cents on that conversation. “You’ve done it every time I cursed in the van!”

“That’s ‘cause you curse more than a truck driver!” Nero immediately turned at her, looking like he was on the brink of triggering.

“He’s got the short temper from ya.” Dante murmured back to his brother, only you being able to hear what they were talking about.

“The awful vocabulary comes from you, though.” Vergil had to strike back.

There, holding Vergil’s hand and wrapped around one of Dante’s arms, all you could do was smile. You couldn’t have asked for a better family to be a part of.

“I really don’t want to go first…”

Kyrie seemed to have her feet – adorned with beautiful and sparkly golden shoes – glued at the entrance. Both of her hands rested over her heart, and you and Lady immediately stepped by her side, each of you entangling your arms around hers. No one would leave Kyrie alone, it was a rule.

She was the innocent angel of the whole crew who should be protected at all costs. It was unnegotiable.

“Hey, if we go first, the actors will think they are the ones scared, remember?” You winked back at her, tightly holding her hand while pointing at the others behind you.

“Besides, we’ll stay here all the time! We’re not letting you go, Kyrie!” Lady smiled at her, making sure the three of you were tight against each other so you all could fit in the smallest of aisles. “If they want to get you, they’ll have to go through me and y/n!”

“Also, they’re all actors. Remember they can’t touch you.” Trish towered behind you, using her nonchalant tone of always. She was born in Hell, it wasn’t like she could get easily scared. “If they do, we can always sue them.”

“Spoke like a true devil.” Dante winked back at her, making Trish blow him a kiss in response.

“I’ll make sure to scream like crazy here behind you!” Nico practically jumped as she followed your footsteps while going into the house-maze. Kyrie couldn’t stop herself from giggling. “They’ll think I’m the scaredy cat of the crew and run after me! It’s a perfect plan, angel!”

Nero, Dante and Vergil followed all of you, like wolves guarding their pack. Dante talked about it with all of you before going to the park: he wasn’t sure how Vergil would react, so it was better if he stayed beside his brother. Nero volunteered to keep his own father on track, making him and Dante casually walk with Vergil in the middle.

The blue devil wasn’t dumb. Even though they acted in their easygoing manner, pointing at the stupid decoration and laughing instead of being scared, Vergil knew why they were flanking him – and was secretly grateful for it. He was used to go full into survival mode whenever something sudden happen – and whenever he was jumpscared. It wasn’t uncommon for Vergil to grab Yamato and judgement cut the TV when you were watching horror movies and he was taken by surprise. He was prone to flinch – but in a deadly way.

You were there to have fun, not to deal with him accidentally killing innocent people out of a survival instinct or having a PTSD meltdown causing mayhem and distress in the whole park. What Dante said was true: Vergil was aware people would fear him more than whatever ‘horrors’ the park could have.

“Ok… Can we run through this room?” Kyrie suddenly stopped on her tracks, pointing a single opening on the other side, lit only by a faint red light. The middle was engulfed in shadows, having no lights whatsoever. You didn’t know what expected you. “I don’t like the dark.”

“Hmmm… I have to be honest, I’m not much of a fan of darkness too.” You eyed the room suspiciously, trying to see if there was something inside – the pitch-black darkness didn’t allow you to do it, though. “I’m all for running and never looking back.”

“Thanks!” Kyrie whispered, looking genuinely happy with your support. After all, you were a demon hunter, just like everyone else in the crew. They weren’t very keen on admitting their fears, so she knew you were admitting that one out loud for her to feel better about it – and it worked. Kyrie didn’t feel like a scared little child.

After all, if a badass devil hunter like yourself was afraid of the dark, it was ok if she was as well.

“We’ll count to three and run for it, ok?” Lady held Kyrie’s hand and you did the same. She looked back, seeing Trish and Nico agree with their heads, ready to run with you. Kyrie giggled – it was one of the very few times she felt invincible.

“Ok. You two, make sure we’re not gonna lose ‘em, ‘kay?” Nero looked at his father and uncle, with them just agreeing with him. He smiled back – there was something warm about them accepting Kyrie was human and having human fears instead of making fun of it. Nero couldn’t be more thankful.

“1, 2… 3! Let’s go!” As Lady announced, you all started running – and, immediately, everyone was laughing. There was something of stupid about it – after all, you killed demons on a daily basis to survive – but that just made it… Special.

It was the first time Lady actually felt like she had friends; like she was part of a group of girls in school who liked to visit haunted houses and giggle as if nothing mattered in the world. It was something she always wanted to have, but it was robbed from her. You could understand that: you finally had friends you were free to be yourself, to hold their hands and laugh, knowing they wouldn’t deem you stupid – knowing they were having as much fun as you were.

With you all, Trish got to live a life she never thought a demon like her could have. You weren’t scared or smitten by her devilish antics, and she was allowed to live, to experience everything humanity had to offer – every feeling, every sorrow, every happiness. Nico and Nero finally had a family: as if you all were siblings, parents, aunts and uncles, knowing none of you would let the other go.

Dante and Vergil… It was the first time since they were kids, they weren’t running side by side to save their lives or stop apocalypses – they were running for fun. It seemed like they were in their home again, playing hide and seek with each other. It was foreign, distant… But warm. Their hearts missed that – they missed being actual brothers, even if they wouldn’t admit it out loud.

As you were nearing the red light passage, though, a door closed and you were all trapped in total darkness.

“Hey, what happened?! What’s goin’ on? Everyone there?!” Nico started asking in a slight panic. It was safe to say everyone was caught by surprise.

“Yeah, we’re here, Nico! Nero and Verge with me! How ‘bout you, ladies?” Dante could see his brother in the dark, Nero a few feet away from them. If they wanted full night vision, they’d have to trigger – but it was probably just something to scare everyone, not an actual problem that called for demonic powers.

“We’re here too! I got Kyrie and y/n with me!” Lady still didn’t let go of Kyrie’s hand, who practically hugged the woman now. “Trish?”

“Safe and sound. I can actually see what’s going on, don’t worry.” Of course, Trish was completely unbothered. “Demon, remember?”

That made everyone let out a nervous laugh. For a few seconds, you forgot there was an actual supernatural being alongside you.

“So, what happened? Is there a way out?” Nico was almost stuttering from the scare, but now she had a slight smile on her voice.

“Hmmm probably. We’ll have to find it, but…” Trish didn’t finish her sentence. She kept looking around the room, seeing all kinds of terrifying decorations as if you were all locked inside a torture chamber. She was sure they’d light some points to help you all see something soon enough.

“But…? What’s wrong, babe?” Dante had his hands on his hips, looking back at Vergil. His brother looked as worried as Trish did, and something weird stirred inside Dante’s chest.

“Nothing. It’s probably nothing.” She dismissed, trying to ignore that pull inside her stomach that told her there was something out of place.

“Hmmm… Probably not, Trish. My hand…” Nero was looking at his fingers on his new arm, now painted as his devil bringer, but he wasn’t sure what was going on. “It’s tingling.”

“Oooooh it’s the spidey sense! His Nero-tingle!” Nico didn’t know where to look, so she was pointing somewhere she thought Nero was standing. “Oooh somethin’ is very wrong!”

“Hey! Don’t call it like that! It’s not a Nero-tingle!”

“Wait, what is it, Nero? I’m out of the loop.” You finally asked, trying to find him in the dark. Kyrie was hugging Lady, who bravely guarded her, so you could try to find the rest of the crew and see what the hell was going on. “We don’t know the Nero-tingle.”

“It’s not a Nero-tingle!” You could swear he would trigger in a matter of seconds. Nero audibly sighed, so done with all of you. “My arm, the one where my devil bringer was, remember? Before dad of the year here tore it off!” Nero pointed back at Vergil, who didn’t say anything. If you all could see, though, you’d see the blue devil looking at the floor like an ashamed puppy. “It tingles whenever there’s somethin’ wrong!”

“Woah, like Frodo's sword? That glows blue when orcs are near?” You had to ask. The words flowed faster than your self-control.

“Ha! That’s even better than the Nero-tingle!” Nico couldn’t stop herself from laughing, even if she was genuinely scared. Whenever Nero felt like that, it wasn’t good.

“I am feeling something as well.” Vergil finally spoke up, knowing Dante agreed with him. “Trish. What do you feel?”

Before she could speak again, a dimmed red light made you all able to see the gruesome decoration. Kyrie flinched in Lady’s arms and you couldn’t stop yourself from at least wincing a little bit: it looked like something straight out of the Hellraiser movies.

“To find a way out of eternal torture, you must solve the room. Good luck.” An ominous voice announced, making you all sigh.

“I don’t think it’s an actual demon…” Trish finally answered Vergil’s question. “I do feel it's more of an object. They probably stumbled into something very real while doing this whole decoration.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Nico waved her hands, finally being able to see everyone. “You’re sayin’ there’s some devil arm or somethin’ like that in here?!”

“I’m saying there is a probability.” Trish sighed, slightly opening her arms to show the room around her. “But there’s a lot of stuff here. We could get started on solving the puzzle and see if we can find whatever it is.”

“Works for me.” Dante immediately started looking around. “Just make sure whatever it is, you guys give it to me, ok?”

“The guardian of the weird devilish stuff.” You teased him, making Dante smile in return.

“What can I say? The shop is almost a museum already!”

It didn’t take long for Kyrie to find a hidden door – eager to leave that gruesome place. The only problem was that you all needed a key to escape, and said key was hidden in that dim lit, cluttered room with fake blood dripping down the walls.

Vergil seemed completely unfazed by all the decoration. No one ever asked him what Hell looked like, but, given his reaction, you all could conclude he saw much worse. Dante seemed completely unbothered just like his brother, always with his carefree smile and even playing around with the fake decoration – to Kyrie’s horror. Nero had a little bit more of good sense, telling his uncle to knock it off, but doing a joke or two.

Trish kept looking as if it was all normal, agreeing with you wincing at some gruesome detail every now and then – even if she was a demon, she lived among humans for so long now, she knew what was right and what was wrong. Any of you would consider her a full devil.

Lady and Nico wandered around with Kyrie, telling her not to look at some things and trying to figure out where the key to the door would be. They avoided some things, calling either Dante or Vergil to take a look when it was a little too much for them but it could have something interesting inside.

It was just when you opened a cabinet that you called Nico to take a look at it with you.

“What’s up, pretty thing?”

“Puzzle boxes!” You pointed at the various rows filled with puzzle boxes of all sizes. If you thought that place reminded you of Hellraiser, now you were positive. “Do you think one of them can have a key inside?”

“Absolutely! If it was me, I’d definitely hide a key in a puzzle box!” Her eyes were now glowing with excitement, seeing the different shapes and forms, from the most intricate to the simplest of contraptions. It was even better than Christmas for the gunsmith virtuosa. “Say, if each of us try to solve a box, we’ll go through ‘em in no time!”

“You gotta leave the simple ones to the Spardas, or else we’ll be stuck here forever.” Your comment made her snort right away, shaking her head in agreement.

“You’re right. If we depend on that nut-head, we’re screwed!” She pointed at Nero, taking one of the simpler boxes and immediately calling him. “Ei! Demon boy! Catch!”

“What?” But Nero immediately caught the box, his reflexes never failing. “The hell is this, Nico?!”

“A puzzle box, you dumbass! Never seen one?” She made it sound like it was obvious, throwing everyone a box she got from the cabinet. “I’m pretty sure they put the key in here. We gotta open them to get out!”

“That… Is actually very smart.” Kyrie turned her box between her fingers, seeing how the flowery patterns complimented each other.

“I know, right?” Nico smiled proudly, having a bright red box in her hands. Each one already worked on their own – you having a cube box that you could swear Pinhead was going to spawn right behind you saying ‘the box, you opened it, we came’. “The faster we work, the faster we’ll get out! Let’s get to it!”

Vergil was the first to solve his box, finding nothing inside and asking Nico for a new one. She was quite impressed he was faster than her, working even harder on her red box. Trish kept her eyebrows furrowed, but couldn’t concentrate: that feeling inside her got stronger and she didn’t know why.

Until the box in Nico’s hands started glowing.

“Hey, guys! It’s an apple! Is that why you’re scared of it?” She laughed it off, while getting ready to press the last button of her box – now a perfect, shiny, red apple.

“What…?” Trish looked at the gunsmith’s hands. Her blue eyes immediately recognized it and the woman tried to reach out to Nico before it was too late. “Nico! Stop! No!”

But it was to no avail: Nico pressed the last button and the whole room started to move, glowing until you all had to close your eyes.

And, when you opened them, you weren’t inside that room anymore.

To Be Continued…

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More Author's Notes, 'Cause I Want To Talk To You People:

I'm actually doing a horror movie marathon! I've already watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Hellraiser (the 1st one), The Collector, The Love Witch and Hellfest - got this idea while watching Hellfest and Hellraiser! Mostly Hellfest, because the movie looked like a rom-com in a horror themed park during Halloween and I swear to you guys, Hollywood is missing out on that horror-romance niche. Just putting the idea out there.

So, I just imagined how fun would be to have the crew in a place like that - I've always wanted to go to a horror amusement park, but we don't have much of those here in my country and, when we do, I don't have a group of friends to go with. Halloween isn't much of a thing around here.

Also, while watching Hellraiser, all I could think was Dante and Vergil would seriously kick those cenobites asses.

(and if you guys have any movie recommendations, do tell me! I'm not much of a fan of gore, but I can handle ~some~ of it, if it isn't the whole theme of the movie. Also, hate exploitation movies, aside from that, recommendations are welcome!!)

I actually went on a deep dive on Halloween costumes to decide what would match with each one of the crew xD

And the only reason why the witch from the candied apple booth is a love one, selling love potions as well, is because here in Brazil, candied apples are literally called 'love apples'. It's cute ^^ even though I never ate one, just ignore me

That whole thing brought the candied apple incident idea - I just want to write more wholesome interactions between Dante and Vergil. I think they quite deserve it at this point. There was something of comforting writing the crew's interactions - that's the kind of group of friends/found family I'd love to have. I hope you guys can find your place in here too ^^

And coordinating 8 characters at the same time while trying to give all of them the same amount of "screentime" is actually absurdly chaotic. So do apologize if you felt someone was under-represented, I tried my best while writing. I'm still trying to figure out how to juggle so many characters at the same time hahahaha

Hope to see you guys around for Dante's and Vergil's parts! They will have the same ending when the crew gets together again, but the ~incident~ will be different - and the reader will be their s/o. If I get to make Nero's version, it will, as always, be Nero x Kyrie with the reader being his best friend ;)

Once again, Happy Halloween! I'll be back in time for the Day Of All Saints (that's how it was called here in Brazil ^^)!

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To sure if anyone’s gonna see this, but I thought it would be fun to share this story.

For those of you who don’t know, I was actually in a newsies production at school, circa 7th grade. We had to work with the eighth graders to put on the performance.

It was the night of our second show. Everyone filed into the choir room to do simple vocal warm ups and make fun of each other’s costumes. The directors had to do something and left the room, trusting us to not do anything stupid.

I think you know where this is going.

Anyways, five minutes passed, and still no sign of directors. We were all standing awkwardly around the steps. Then, I don’t know who started it, but about three kids started doing the Macarena. Soon there were four. Soon after, six. Until about a few minutes later, when the ENTIRE cast of the show was screaming at the top of their lungs and doing the Macarena.

All except for Pulitzer.

Pulitzer called us communists.

(We actually have a video of it, but it won’t be shown for privacy reasons)

But this wasn’t the end of it. Oh, not even close.

When the directors saw us performing this “sacred” dance, they didn’t yell at us to sit down and be serious. They turned the Macarena, and the gibberish that we were singing into a warm up.

A friggin WARMUP.

When we actually got on stage, we realized that we weren’t the only members of the show that caught wind of the Macarena. We figured this out in once and for all. We looked across the wings, and surely, the entire mic crew was doing the Macarena at lightning speed.

To once and for all.

And you’d think that it would stop there, right? Wrong. We brought back the Macarena cult this year too. Just last week, the directors disappeared again, and we gathered into a circle, completely confused. My friend had also heard about the Macarena cult, and pulled up Spotify and started blasting the Macarena song.

This went on for about 10 minutes until the directors came back.

In conclusion, the Macarena cult will always exist, no matter the group of people.

#musical theatre #newsies #crappost #friend group #story #frozen broadway #eyyy Macarena

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worldcatlas · 1 year

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SNW: Strange New Worlds

Spoiler warning: there will be some.

Following the events of Discovery season 2, Captain Pike heads back to the Enterprise for his own spin-off. We start with a cute little scene of an alien species making first contact, wearing sharp-looking military uniforms with awesome light-up lapels.

My rank is aquamarine and you will address me as such.

As the scene changes, we get a glimpse of some really classic costumes from The Day the Earth Stood Still – apparently one of Captain Pike’s favourites, as he’s watching it while making pancakes and contemplating the horrifying nature of his own doomed existence in an immutable tapestry of fate.

…The movie helps.

Yes, still reeling from having witnessed his own gruesome future, Chris has retreated to his cabin in Montana and adopted the aesthetic of “comfy dad.”

The beard has some potential, though.

Then, without any warning, he cleans up and gets on a horse in a snowstorm, looking like this:

Okay, yes, I’m team beard. 100%.

The viewer suddenly remembers they are writing a blog about fashion, and remembers to pay attention just in time for Admiral April to show up in a shuttle and Starfleet’s latest winter line, complete with gloves and an extra-long jacket.

It’s nice, but I prefer the winter 2154 men’s collection.

They argue about whose jacket is cooler.

Look at this thing. I look amazing.

I think it’s mostly the horse.

Finally, they agree both jackets are good, and Pike will return to the Enterprise. Meanwhile, Spock is on a date.

I love how Vulcan formalwear is so… pointy.

With all the tact of a wild sehlat, Spock comments on how T’Pring is wearing “ritual mating colours,” though it’s hard to tell what those are with how orange everything is on Vulcan. Or maybe the mating colour is orange. That would be convenient.

I’ll bet he hasn’t even noticed her double-decker bun.

Despite the bluntness of Spock’s observation, it IS a great look, with sparkly fabric and interesting cutouts on both the front and back. T’Pring is also a master of accessorizing, and wears swirly gold earrings and a matching gold ring in the shape of a sun.

There’s another accessory inside the box, but it’s probably not important.

Somehow, being an oblivious dingus doesn’t prevent our boy from getting intimate with his new fiancée, and we get to see what Vulcan lingerie looks like! Unlike its lacy human counterpart, Vulcan “date underwear” appears to be geometric and metallic. On the other hand, the sheer cover-up that covers nothing is a well-known garment in human apparel.

I’m not sure I see the logic in this piece of clothing.

Aboard the Enterprise, we are greeted by transporter chief Kyle, who is actually surprisingly well-established in canon and not just some guy named Kyle, which I definitely didn’t assume for a very long time. *cough*

His uniform is an interesting style, and the colour blocking feels a bit reminiscent of 90s Trek uniforms. He wears a shiny metal badge with his department insignia, similar to the ones we saw in Discovery, in contrast to the simple metallic patches sewn onto the uniforms in TOS.

Friggin’ Kyle.

Most of the bridge crew, on the other hand, wear the solid colour TOS-style uniforms. Right away, we can see they’ve been updated with modern, almost athleticwear fabrics, and have a more severe v-neck.

Spock approves of severity in one’s appearance.

Notably, the rank bands at the cuffs are now coloured to match the uniform, not just standard gold across the board.

Another neat feature is that the upper shoulder/top of sleeve part of these uniforms has a tiny pattern matching the wearer’s department. These symbols are the same as those on their badges, in most cases.

Starburst pattern indicates command.

Spiral pattern indicates operations. Withering glare indicates disdain.

Later, in sick bay, we are introduced to two more legacy TOS characters, Dr. M’Benga and Nurse Chapel. Now, before I get to Nurse Chapel and lose my ability to form cohesive thoughts, let’s look at the good Doctor’s outfit.

The look of a man who’s about to get more lines than the original character ever did.

It’s a lighter blue than other sciences uniforms we’ve seen, closer to the shade used for all medical and science crew in the original series. It also features an interesting front closure, and appears to have a pattern of medical crosses on top of the sleeves/shoulders.

Look, if there’s one guy on the ship who outranks the captain, he gets a special uniform.

Nurse Chapel, on the other hand, gets this absolutely killer white jumpsuit, featuring the same silver bands at the wrist, a zipper down the front, and pockets(!). This is, by far, my favourite uniform variant in Strange New Worlds, and it couldn’t be worn by a better character.

Oh my god she’s so cool. Is she looking this way?

You can also see the same pattern of medical crosses… on the uh…

oh my god I think she looked at me

I would be sick every day of my life on this starship.

Our guys need to go down to the planet, which means it’s time for disguises! Pike gets a slick black suit, chief of security La’an gets a gorgeous copper jacket, and Spock gets a military-style uniform.

With little shorts.

*chef’s kiss*

I want to focus on La’an’s outfit, which we get to see a little more of as she executes a quick-thinking plan. I love the burgundy tights matching the dress, and of course I’m a fan of the metallic fabric studded with something shiny and metal at the lapels.

I’m a simple Trekkie. Sparkly = good.

So it’s a bit of a shame when they mercilessly beat up a bunch of doctors and steal* their clothes. I do enjoy the construction of these outfits, though, with the high collar and flap closure.

*Okay, they didn’t steal their clothes, they had the ship create replicas of their clothes and beam them down. But that kinda just seems like sci-fi hand-waving because they didn’t want to explain finding three perfectly tailored uniforms. Or have La’an beat up enough doctors to find clothes that fit.

She would, though.

We get a great shot of the full coat, as well as Uhura’s skant, when one of the aliens gets loose aboard Enterprise and they become friends in a turbolift. Note Uhura’s unique rectangular badge, as well.

First time riding the elevator in an alien spaceship?

We also get to see the aliens’ security uniforms in a gorgeous dark teal, complemented by brass-adorned holsters and little tie shields, which are apparently a thing here. I guess neckties are universal, though.

Just like many species develop two arms and eyes, many evolve the half windsor naturally.

The alien president is on top of her brand as well, with an absolutely fierce suit dress in merlot.

That’s ready to go right on the propaganda!

She even comes back in a later scene with a different outfit in the same colour, which tells me this is for sure a woman who has her shit together enough to run a planet.

I can’t even get my socks to match this well.

Before we close out the episode, Admiral April returns with a new jacket, which Pike has to admit is very good.

The badge even has laurels. Okay, you win.

I’m starting to suspect these new-Trek articles are going to be slightly longer.

#st tos #star trek #fashion #vulcan

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Quizzes

Synopsis: you and Tom take a Buzzfeed quiz

Masterlist

“Hi I’m Tom Holland.” Tom smiled at the camera.

“And I’m Y/n L/n.” You greeted. “And today were taking some Marvel quizzes with Buzzfeed.”

“Are you ready, darling?” He asked you as he moved the laptop in between you.

“I’m ready to beat you.” You nodded.

“Is this a competition?” He asked the people behind the camera.

“It is now.” You stated. “Read the first question.”

“Which stone would you want power of?” Tom read off the screen. “I’m not gonna read the names of the stones because I don’t feel like embarrassing myself this early in the day.”

“I don’t actually know what any of them do.” You realized. “Do you know what they do?”

“The tesseract is a cube.” Tom said confidently.

“Yes, but that’s not an action.”

“Then I have no idea what any of them do.” He mumbled. You laughed at him and leaned your elbow on the back of his chair.

“Me either. This is why we both died in Infinity War.” You joked.

“Stop.” He playfully pushed you. “I think the reality stone would be cool because remember the fight between Doctor Strange and Thanos with all the pretty butterflies? We could just do that everyday and, you know, have world peace.”

“You’re right. We’re gonna go with reality stone.” You said to the camera as you clicked that answer.

“Next question.” Tom rubbed his hands together. “Which Disney character would you want on the Avengers?”

“Sorcerer Mickey.” You pointed to the picture of Mickey in his blue wizard hat. “Imagine getting tag teamed by a bunch of adults and a rat.”

“I’ve never seen the movie with this Mickey.” Tom realized. “I don’t remember this outfit.”

“I think it’s called Anastasia.” You told him.

“No, that’s a Broadway show.” Tom shook his head. “This is called Euthanasia.”

“It’s called Fantasia.” Someone behind the camera told you, making you and Tom exchange a knowing look.

“Oh.” You laughed. “I’m too embarrassed to pick sorcerer Mickey now so let’s go with the Genie. I think magic would be useful.”

“Genie.” Tom repeated as he clicked on it. “Next. Which DC character could defeat Thanos?”

“Let’s see them defeat the box office first.” You mumbled under your breath.

“You can’t say that.” Tom laughed in shock.

“But I did.” You shrugged. “What are they gonna do about it? They can’t even CGI a mustache.”

“Okay.” Toms laughed died down. “Next question. How would your closest friends describe you?”

“I don’t know.” You thought about it. “How would you describe me?”

“Beautiful.” Tom said simply.

“Fair enough.” You laughed shyly. “I mean, fair enough.”

“Caring, loyal, creative, funny, kind, successful.” Tom read off the options. “I mean, you’re all of these things. But when I think of you…”

Tom stopped in the middle of his sentence as a wide smile broke out on his face.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him.

“Because I’m thinking of you.” He told you.

“Aw. Is disgusting an option?” You asked sweetly.

“Shut up.” He pushed you again. “I’m choosing funny.”

“Good choice.” You nodded and went to the nest question.

“Which dynamic duo is your favorite?” Tom read off the screen.

“I was thinking Thor and Loki.” You decided after surveying the options.

“Me too.” Tom agreed. “But I don’t really know what dynamic means, if I’m honest.”

“Me either.” You realized. “Let’s just move on. Which weird or unconventional superpower would you want to possess?”

“I think to read and instantly memorize.” Tom answered. “That would help with scripts.”

“When I worked in retail, costumers would have to punch in their social security number if they forgot their store card and I would see it on my screen.” You told Tom with a coy smile.

“Oh?” He laughed in confusion.

“I could commit in with theft in bulk.” You stated. “I’d just memorize all their social security numbers without even trying.”

“Oh my God.” He groaned and went to the next question.

“Who’s origin story is your personal favorite?” You read out loud.

“The way that neither of us are listed as an option.” Tom mumbled under his breath when he saw the choices.

“Your origin wasn’t even in your movie.” You laughed. “They jumped right in and said y’all know the drill. Dead uncle, no more glasses, and instant abs.”

“I’m torn because Steven Strange’s is about healing and putting yourself back together and Steve Rogers is about perseverance and determination.” Tom sighed as he tried to decide.

“And being skinny.” You winked at the camera.

“I’m also leaning towards Carol Danvers because women.” Tom ignored you.

“I’m gonna pick Steve because his story is sweet.” You decided and clicked on the option.

“And finally, what would you say is your personal character flaw?”

“I don’t know. I’m perfect.” Tom said smugly.

“Is being a massive liar an option?” You asked the camera crew.

“Leave me alone.” He nudged your side. “I would say reckless. Between the two of us, there are four brain cells and two of them are playing Uno.”

“I agree.” You chuckled. “Pick that one.”

Tom clicked the option and it brought you to the end of the quiz.

“We made it! We survived!” You cheered as you turned to high five him. Tom high fived both your hands and before slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you for having us Buzzfeed.” He said into the camera. “I haven’t been Y/n L/n.”

“And I haven’t been Tom Holland.” You smiled. “Until next time.”

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"Out of This World" Headcanons because I wish it was a real musical now

Fair warning this is kinda me rambling about Raela's role in this. Also long post. Sorry. Also not sorry.

So I dragged my bestie to see Sing 2 and the nostalgia of high school theatre shows hit hard cause literally did a high school version of Chicago and that was a H A Y D A Y

So yeah I have borderline experience in this stuff

One of the biggest things the theatre director wanted the cast to understand was the motivation behind the character's actions, including background roles. So watching them work on Out of This World was so satisfying to see it develop into something amazing.

That was, until I got to the final product of the musical.

Now yes I know there was an overall plot happening at the same time but I just

I felt like a lot to it was missing as far as the musical

I think I got a little too invested in the musical itself but h e r e we go

Rosita's role was perfect as it was. Her motivation was clear. Her character plot and development was clear. Same for Gunther. So I won't touch those two or their roles.

And Porsha, I really don't see an issue there, I was ravving for her development and change in character in her performance, so I'm not gonna touch her either.

I wanna talk about Act 2 first. Meena and uh... "Darrius."

My thing with their duet really isn't the act itself.

It's the moments immediately after it.

You do not, I repeat, DO NOT START TALKING TO THE AUDIENCE OUT OF CHARACTER IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING TRANSITION I MEAN HOLY C R A P—

I was SCREAMING INTERNALLY for her to GET. OFF. STAGE.

If it's not written in the stage directions, and there's no issue or mishap you're trying to cover up, and it has happened to me before too, you DONT. BREAK. CHARACTER.

I did a show in high school called Be My Ghost. I was one of the ghosts haunting the hotel. The audience saw me whenever I walked on stage. The "living characters" had to act as if I wasn't there at all.

Before the lights went up to intermission, all four of us ghosts had a little part to run across the stage, dance around, be a ghost, etc.

I was supposed to be the one that was a bit "insane," as the director said, and when I was going across the stage, I tripped, and my prop fell and broke on the floor.

The audience thought it was meant to be comedic, and started laughing.

Of course, me being friggin embarrassed at first, had to act fast, because I was just standing there with a broken porcelain doll on the floor.

So I started laughing. Maniacally. So much so I could see the audience was freaked out by my laughter as the curtains were falling in front of me.

That is an example of breaking the fourth wall JUSTIFIABLY. I stayed IN CHARACTER, and the tech crew backed me up to roll with the cover up. The audience won't know it was a mistake if you don't treat it like a mistake

Meena went and started talking to Alfonso out of character and setting up a date after the show.

The amount of R A G I N G I was doing in that theatre was like

But ANYWAY—

The other thing I wanna bring up is Act 1 with Johnny and Klaus Ryan.

For some reason I felt like a lot was missing there. Like, example:

Why are they at war tho

Who started it

Wtf was the point of a war in the first place

Why was "Sky Full of Stars" the choice when it's a love song and there's no evidence of even the slightest romantic stuff happening like wh—

S O I'm here to fill in the gaps with headcanons and OCs because I fucking can 😀👍🏻

The Planet of War is another name for it; it's actually called Calion

Ryan's character is named Karn

Johnny's is named Komenar

They're also in a civil war (which duh bc of the costume colors and such)

Johnny and Ryan's characters command their respective sides

Karn's faction is referred to as the Uprisal, or Uprisers, because they're attempting to overthrow the current ruler of Calion and put Karn in power

Komenar's faction is referred to as the Resistance, and are loyal to the standing ruler, which is also Komenar

Well Karn took someone captive when he last attempted an invasion of the fortress that is barely a fortress at this point

That person is the future First Lady (I lack a better name ok), Ailee. (Aye-Lee)

I say Future because Komenar was preparing to propose to her when the war was finally over

Ailee was constantly trying to get them to negotiate, sign a peace treaty, etc, but Karn wouldn't have it

Shit happened obviously

So the scene shown in the movie is that final showdown, Karn is coming for Komenar, Komenar is preparing to fight to the death for his planet and his lady

So hence the song with "I'm gonna give you my heart" and "I don't care, go on and tear me apart; I don't care if you do; Because in a sky full of stars; ... I think I saw you;"

Obviously, Klaus crashes the party as Karn, and changes the scene

Komenar was supposed to defeat Karn by the end of the song (right before Nooshy started banging on the bucket), so that kinda just makes it a bit more epic ngl

At least to me idk

It's after this that Rosita comes forward asking about the lost space traveler, and comes up empty, so she leaves for the next planet

I've shown y'all Raela's performance dress once before here:

Granted, Rae wasn't intended to have a casted role. She only designed costumes, sets and props, and even made some of the costumes used herself. Including the dress above that was made for that role as the "First Lady." Or princess. Er- Someone help me with this—

It was intended for a different actress, who I don't have a name for yet, that was set for the role. When Jimmy Crystal cancelled the show, and the cast was secretly called in for the performance, she refused to perform out of fear of getting her contract with Crystal Entertainment voided.

So, Moon had to improvise, and Rae agreed to fill the spot.

When she designed the dress, it was meant to represent both sides as symbolism to show that the character just wanted peace, the orange cracks from Johnny's costume, and the red from Ryan's, as well as accents of gold and silver individually from both.

It was also intended for the skirt to touch the ground, since the actress is significantly shorter than Rae, and a bit smaller in the chest. She had to makeshift an extension in the top to be able to wear it since there wasn't enough time to make a whole new dress. She does get to remake it for herself though for the performance at the Majestic, and makes some small changes just for fun. I gotta draw her in it tho give me a hot minute

As for singing for that role, I'm not 100% on that. I have a Choral VC for Raela now, but it wouldn't be a lot as to not pull from Johnny standing up to Klaus.

And now, other headcanons for the musical itself:

THEY. KEEP. RY. AN. HO. LY. CRAP.

Darrius sticks around but somehow he's not very popular with Meet n Greets, etc

Darrius's character is named Darrio because he won't go by anything else and Buster was losing his patience

The Goddess is named Mellodi

Because duh

Porsha's "Nasty Alien Monster" is named Purra

"Planet of Joy" is Jubila

"Planet of Love" is Ardor

The "Lost Planet" is really the Guiding Star's (Ash) hiding place

The Guiding Star is named Luminaria

Luminaria had been healing the Space Explorer, literally keeping the name Clay Calloway, after he crashed landed there

She didn't feel she could send him out on his own to return home

So when Rosita and Robo-Piggy arrive, she tests them to see if they are pure in their intentions to take him home

Then he comes walking out cause yes

Also, Clay's costume was made on the spot by up-cycling clothes Raela bought from the thrift stores and flea markets

And honestly by stealing borrowing a few leather jackets Porsha yanked from the closet in her dad's office

Getting those with Jerry sleeping in his own office was not easy in the slightest

Nooshy was hired on by Buster as his choreographer

The night cleaners didn't stay with the group, but the Majestic was VERY quick about getting their places filled for Porsha's solo

This has been my 2am rambles. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#sing2 #sing movie #sing 2 oc #sing 2 johnny #sing 2 porsha #sing headcanons #meena seriously pissed me the fuck off you have no clue #didnt understand the hate until now #i think too much #because yes #it wasn't necessary but my brain had fun ok

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So I watched The Undertaker’s Final Farewell. Thoughts. I have a BUNCH..

Of course Shane comes out first. I don’t know why the hell I thought otherwise.

When I heard Shane was coming out wearing black, I was thinking to myself “ooh, potential figure?” Thankfully, he just wore his usual black on blue jeans and I already MADE that figure.

Shane offering to hold the ropes for Show concerns me. How destroyed is Big Show that Shane would need to hold the ropes for him? At first I thought it was a joke, then Shane DID hold the rope and I’m like “Dude, WTF”

Mick got OLD. Like, holy shit. Although, the hell that man put his body through for how long, I don’t know why anyone would be surprised time would be cruel to him. At least he can still walk, which IS surprising.

Have they ever actually acknowledged Taker’s biker gang clique before this? I mean, I know it’s falls under the category of “Worst Kept Wrestling Secrets” but have they ever actually acknowledged his crew on TV before? Just curious.

Booker T looked good tonight.

Someday, we aren’t going to have Ric Flair with us anymore and when that day comes I want a 10 bell salute, no questions asked.

Hunter, nobody likes “King of Kings”. Sorry.

While I’m glad Kane showed up in costume, that singlet... doesn’t do him any favors. Ouch.

METALLICA!

That video package was *chefs kiss*

I was considering making a #thankyoutaker music video, but NAH, I can’t beat that. My job was done for me.

I feel bad for Vince. I know I rail on him constantly, but he was having a HELL of a hard time with that and you could just see how emotionally wrecked he was. I’m almost glad there was nobody in the audience for THAT part that might cause him to lose focus because that was probably one of the hardest things Vince McMahon has ever had to do.

How big was the check Vince wrote that gave him the right to say “WWF” on a PPV? I’m honestly curious. I had a bit of a chuckle because my mind thought “I wonder if, when they came to terms with the World Wildlife Fund a bit back that let them use the WWF Logos again if they earned the right for one last usage of the verbal name and Vince was like “No, we’re saving this for the perfect time” and that time was the Undertaker’s Retirement.

I’m torn on the musical tesla coils. On one hand, musical tesla coils are neat. On the other hand, they sound like chiptunes and it didn’t work well here. Maybe they should have just stuck with using them for lightning bolts.

SO MUCH FIRE

And that brings me to the Deadman himself.

I need to say this right now because it’s breaking my heart. I’ve endured a LOT this year. We all have. The Pandemic itself and the lives lost to it are by far the worst thing going on, but I feel that it’s ok to be upset about the side effects of it as well. One of those is tonight - There was nobody in that arena for what should have been the greatest, most emotional moment of Mark’s career. You know all that chanting and cheering we heard?

I’m pretty sure he didn’t, Or, if he did, if they did pipe it into the arena proper, it had to break his heart knowing it was canned.

That was so incredibly painful to watch for me, knowing that The Undertaker, the friggin PHENOM was denied his proper sendoff by the fans because of COVID. It’s going to piss me off tonight, tomorrow and for a long GD time, I just know it. He deserved to feel that electricity, to hear that crowd chanting for real. Say what you will about Mark and his politics and stuff, but the man is a true legend and nothing can take that away from him.

But the fact that his final ovation came from a speaker system taints the entire experience.

That said, I cried HARD at the Paul Bearer hologram. That shit HURT.

All in all, it was very emotional, although mostly for the wrong reasons. I wanted to be able to celebrate Undertaker’s farewell. Instead, I couldn’t get past how much was taken from him in this moment by the pandemic and the bullshit surrounding it.

Just my thoughts.

Thank You Mark Calaway. Thank you for 30 years of greatness and for turning what would otherwise be just another idiotic WWF gimmick from then into pure, legendary, EPIC GOLD. Thank you for the matches, the segments, and the promos you have gifted us with. You truly are the Phenom and there will NEVER be another like you.

#Undertaker #The Undertaker #WWE #Undertaker's final farewell #survivor series

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Nancy Drew Asks- Send me a Suspect!

Since it seems everyone is cooped up at home, I figured I’d make an ask game of my own to help the Clue Crew combat boredom... Send me a suspect and rb!

Daryl Gray: What kind of car do you drive? Connie Watson: Are you a part of any clubs? Hal Tanaka: Have you ever cheated in school? Hector “Hulk” Sanchez: Do you play any sports? If so, which one(s)? Detective Beech: Do you keep a journal? What’s in it? Mitch Dillon: Have you ever blocked your number and if yes, why?

Mattie Jensen: Describe the plot of the last TV show you watched. Rick Arlen: What’s your favorite kind of chocolate? Lillian Weiss: What’s the worst way you’ve ever broken up with somebody? Millie Strathorn: Would you consider yourself cluttered or organized? Dwayne Powers: Do you hold a grudge? Ralph Guardino: What is your job?

Rose Green: Do you talk with your hands? Abby Sideris: What is your star sign? Louis Chandler: What’s the oldest thing you own? Charlie Murphy: How many different places have you lived?

Dexter Egan: Did you get in trouble a lot as a kid? Professor Hotchkiss: Early bird or night owl (hoot hoot)? Lisa Ostrum: Do you speak another language? Jacques Brunais: Would you rather have a big or small wedding?

Brady Armstrong: What was the worst job you ever worked? Simone Mueller: Has anyone ever climbed out of your wardrobe? Nicholas Falcone: Have you ever been to a protest? Joseph Hughes: If you had to move away to live with family in another state, who would it be and where?

Joanna Riggs: What’s your favorite exhibit at the museum? Henrik van der Hune: Are you attracted to Henrik? this is a serious question I know a lot of you are or at least used to be.. what was the deal with that.. Alejandro del Rio: What country are you from? Taylor Sinclair: Do you have a nickname?

Red Knott: What’s your favorite animal? Emily Griffin: If you owned a store, what would it sell? Jeff Akers: Do you have any pets?

Harlan Bishop: Have you ever gotten into trouble with the law? Ingrid Corey: If you suddenly got a lot of money, how would you spend it? Joy Trent: Do you consider yourself an optimist or a pessimist? Elliot Chen: If any, what kind of art do you do?

Katie Firestone: What is your favorite kind of sandwich? Holt Scotto: Political alignment? Andy Jason: Sharks or whales? Jenna Deblin: Starbucks or local coffee shop?

Dave Gregory: You got a steady back home? Tex Britten: Have you ever ridden a horse? Shorty Thurmond: Are you a good cook? Mary Yazzie: Have you ever had a secret relationship?

Linda Penvellyn: Are you married? Jane Penvellyn: Favorite mythological creature? Mrs. Drake: Do you have plants? Ethel Bossiny: What period in or piece of history fascinates you the most? Nigel Mookerjee: Do you scare easily?

Emily Crandall: When was the last time you stayed in your pajamas all day? Richard Topham: Have you ever seen a psychic? Jane Willoughby: What kind of accent do you have? Jim Archer: Are you good with money?

Lori Girard: Favorite celebrity? Charleena Purcell: What was the last book you read? Tino Balducci: Do you exaggerate stories? John Grey: What’s the cheesiest TV show you watch?

Minette: Do you have any tattoos? JJ Ling: Most outrageous lie you’ve told? Heather McKay: Do you care about fashion? Dieter von Schwesterkrank: How many people have you dated? Jean-Michel Traquenard: Where do you do your best work?

Dr. Quigley Kim: Bugs: yay or nay? Big Island Mike: What’s your favorite meme? Pua Mapu: Have you ever been surfing? Malachi Craven: Do you take compliments well?

Ollie Randall: Have you ever been hunting? Freddie Randall: Do you like winter weather? Bill Kessler: Name a place from your childhood that holds a fond place in your heart. Yanni Volkstaia: Winter or summer sports? Lou Talbot: What did you major in or what would you like to major in, if applicable? Guadalupe Comillo: Did you have a “wolf phase” growing up?

Henry Bolet: Are you more goth, jock, nerd, or prep? Renee Amande: Do you have a secret stash of food in your room? Lamont Warrick: Do you have allergies? Gilbert Buford: Describe your best friend.

Margarita Fauberg: Do you prefer to spend time inside or outside? Helena Berg: What’s your favorite city in the world? Colin Baxter: Do you give a single shit about tesserae tiles?? Enrico Tazza: Favorite card game? Antonio Fango: Do you work in an office?

Kyler Mallory: Do you know much about your family history? Matt Simmons: Do you enjoy playing practical jokes? Kit Foley: Have you ever gotten into a physical fight? Donal Delaney: Favorite drink, alcoholic or otherwise? Fiona Malloy: What was your favorite toy as a kid?

Johnny Rolle: Favorite Halloween costume you’ve ever worn?

Corine Meyers: Did you get good grades in high school? Izzy Romero: Were you popular in high school? Mel Corbalis: Do you play an instrument? Rachel & Kim Hubbard: Do you have any siblings?

Scott Varnell: What are you really passionate about? Debbie Kircum: Are you a hard worker? Frosty Harlow: Do you like photography? Chase Relerford: Have you ever stolen from a store? Pa: Do you do any theater?

Yumi Shimizu: Would you consider yourself bossy? Miwako Shimizu: Are you timid or assertive? Takae Nagai: Do you have any traditions you honor? Rentaro Aihara: Are you technical-minded? I was gonna ask if you like puzzles but, um, this is the friggin clue crew

Karl Weschler: Are you a leader or a follower? Anja Mittelmeier: Have you or would you lie on your resume? Lukas Mittelmeier: Do you like to cause trouble? Renate Stoller: Tell us the best story you’ve got.

Deirdre Shannon: Do you get jealous easily? Brenda Carlton: Are you just the fucking worst? (HINT: No, because you’re not Brenda) Toni Scallari: Do you talk about people behind their backs? Alexei Markovic: Do you break things often?

Abdullah Bakhoum: Do you have high self-confidence? Lily Crewe: Favorite board game? Dylan Carter: Are people inclined to believe you, even when you lie? Jamila El-Dine: Do you believe there are aliens on other planets?

Victor Lossett: Are you strict? Ryan Kilpatrick: What’s your favorite kind of candy? Mason Quinto: Do you consider yourself a logical thinker? Ellie York: What “percent scientist” are you? Gray Cortright: Would you work a night shift?

Clara Thornton: Tell us a story you haven’t told almost anyone. Apparently “have you ever accidentally gotten someone killed?” isn’t an appropriate question for tumblr dot com Wade Thornton: Do you believe in ghosts? Jessalyn Thornton: Do you think spending a night on a haunted island with your best friend sounds like fun? Harper Thornton: What’s your favorite book? Colton Birchfield: How would you get the attention of someone you liked?

Alec Fell: Are you especially witty? Moira Chisholm: Again, since “have you ever accidentally gotten someone killed?” isn’t gonna cut it, I’ll go with: What are your hobbies? Ewan Macleod: What piece of spy gadgetry would you pick if you got to take one home? Zoe Wolf: Do you like to break the rules?

Sonny Joon: Do you doodle? Patrick Dowsett: Are you a good swimmer? Leena Patel: How did you meet your best friend? Kiri Nind: Why did you dedicate your life to being on trashy TV? Do you watch reality TV?

Xenia Doukas: Which fictional character do you relate to on a personal level? Niobe Papadaki: Are you a good public speaker? Grigor Karakinos: If you had to make up a fake identity for yourself, what first and last name would you pick and why? Thanos Ganas: Do you think you’re intimidating?

Elisabet Grimursdottir: Are you a cat or a dog person? Dagny Silva: What’s your sexuality? Soren Bergursson: If you were a villain, what would be your weapon of choice? Gunnar Tonnisson: What stands out about your physical appearance?

#i didnt include mid bc i dont care #also i was gonna go back and fix some of these but i just didnt #nancy drew #clue crew #ask #ask game #mine #spoilers

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Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

A movie podcast I listen to, The Big Picture, did a recent episode on the 10th anniversary of 2010’s Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (trailer). Coincidentally enough, that film remains in my backlog box all these years later, so I made sure to re-watch it before giving that podcast a listen. For those unfamiliar with this film, it is based on a series of six graphic novels of the same name by Bryan Lee O’Malley released between 2004 and 2010. The basic gist is that Scott Pilgrim (Michael Cera) falls for newcomer to town, Ramona Flowers (Mary Elizabeth Winstead). In order to win her over Pilgrim has to defeat Ramona’s “Seven Evil Ex’s.” Scott spends the rest of the film exploring Ramona’s mysterious past and dueling her ex’s while practicing with his band, Sex Bo-Bomb, as they progress through a battle of the bands tournament. Sex Bo-Bomb is one slick act! Stephen Stills (Mark Webber) is the doom-and-gloom frontman of the band. Kim Pine (Alison Pill) is a 2010 take on Daria and effectively nails her vintage expressionless glares and blunt quips. Young Neil (Johnny Simmons) is the affable, DS-loving, always ready alternate for Sex Bo-Bomb. Their #1 fan and also other girlfriend of Scott Pilgrim is one Knives Chau (Ellen Wong). Knive’s arc is probably my favorite of this ensemble cast as her journey from adoring fan and girlfriend to her final destination is a fascinating quest to see develop and a faithful translation from the books.

I first heard of the books on the videogame podcast, Team Fremont Live where they reviewed the first book and their breakdown of it caught my attention when they dissected all the nonstop videogame references that are peppered regularly throughout it. The film captures that imagery to a T where it feels like Pilgrim is living in a real life videogame. In this world suspending disbelief is required because it is jam-packed with extraordinarily choreographed battle scenes, makes anyone capable of instantly pulling off bombastic martial arts moves in the blink of an eye without any training whatsoever, and quirky little animations of objects like Mario Bros.-esque coins and pixelated items inserted throughout that any videogame fan will pick up on. The fighting game fan in me popped a little each time a thunderous “KO” blared out each time Pilgrim emerged victorious after an evil ex duel. As a lifelong fan of videogames, it was fun picking up on all the references and Easter eggs in the background throughout. Scott Pilgrim vs. the World hit at an interesting time where Michael Cera was the only established star at this point in 2010 and was riding the last wave of critical success coming off of Arrested Development, Superbad and Juno. Brandon Routh is noteworthy appearing here as one of the evil ex’s after flaming out in his single appearance in a Superman film. However, a few other stars are here right before they exploded into bigger success like the aforementioned Mary Elizabeth Winstead. Chris Evan is here as another evil-ex shortly after his two Fantastic Four films, but a year before donning the Captain America costume for the first time. Anna Kendrick is here in a small role as Scott’s sister Stacey while in the midst of her initial Twighlight run. Finally, Brie Larson is here as Scott’s evil-ex, Envy Adams and she is the lead for her band, Clash at Demonhead in my personal favorite musical performance of the film as they belt out “Black Sheep.”

It is worth repeating that I highly recommend suspending all disbelief going into Scott Pilgrim vs. the World and simply roll with it. The battle scenes are a hoot to take in and feature a ton of CG that holds up well ten years later. It is also worth pointing out this film is part absurd videogame battles, part early 20s love triangle drama and to a lesser extent part musical with several performances from Sex Bo-Bomb and other bands throughout the film. Director Edgar Wright tracked down a few bands to play the tracks for some of the featured bands in the film such as Beck performing the handful of Sex Bo-Bomb songs in addition to a slew of other tracks from artists like The Rolling Stones and Blood Red Shoes that perfectly supplement the outlandish tone of the film. It is not too often on here I recommend hunting down the soundtracks for a film, but the soundtrack for Scott Pilgrim vs. the World I wholeheartedly recommend! I think the Scott Pilgrim vs. the World BluRay may have set the record for amount of extra features for a single film in the near seven years of movies I have covered on this blog. A rough tally on my notes gives an approximate sum of nearly five hours of bonuses, and then four feature length commentary tracks on top of that! I will not detail every bonus, but will give some highlights of the ones that stood out for me. There is just under a half hour of deleted scenes with or without commentary from Edgar Wright. Most of them are extended scenes from the first act to trim out excess background info, but an alternate ending is what stood out the most that Wright explained he changed because it did not go over that well in test screenings. I can always appreciate a good blooper reel, and an excellent 10 minute reel is compiled here that I would rate right up with the stellar ones in the Marvel films.

There are three features grouped together in the ‘Docs’ section of the extras tallying up to a little over an hour. If you only had time for one of the five hours of bonuses I would go there because that has the core making of documentary which breaks down collaborating with Bryan Lee ‘O Malley, nailing the casting, detailing the extensive stunt training and interviews several of the bands about being featured in the soundtrack. Speaking of the soundtrack, there are four music videos included. Definitely check out the four minute animated short, Scott Pilgrim vs. Animation that is essentially a prequel to the film that dives into Scott and Kim’s former relationship. There are 12 ‘Video Blogs’ totaling 45 minutes that are raw on set interviews with the cast and crew between takes that sees the crew up to all kinds of mischief to kill downtime. This BluRay easily has the largest photo gallery of any home video I have covered with several hundred photos. One gallery is labeled ‘storyboards’ but each storyboard panel is nearly identical to the excellent quality of the art in Bryan Lee O’Malley books so that is essentially a free comic book adaptation of the movie buried in the extras! I experienced all four of the commentary tracks in one re-watch of Scott Pilgrim vs. the World via jumping around to a different commentary about every five minutes. Edgar Wright is on two of them, one with Bryan Lee ‘O Malley and writer Michael Bocall and the other with photography director Bill Pope. The other two commentaries are split among nine cast members, with Michael Cera and the rest of the leading cast on one and the ancillary cast members on the other cast commentary track. Wright has tons of nonstop insight and production facts on his tracks, and the cast tracks are have a lot of fun anecdotes such as Cera failing at trying to get additional people on the commentary via phone call. On top of the commentary I had on during my re-watch was also a factoid subtitle track to really take in the extra features. Despite going on now for three paragraphs about the bonus features, I think I only touched on about half of what is available, and it is truly astonishing to see how much they crammed into one BluRay disc.

A part of me thought going into this that Scott Pilgrim vs. the World would not hold up after 10 years. I would chalk that up to thinking I may have got easily won over with all the hype from being vastly into the books back then and being too caught up into the build to the film’s initial release. I can put those reservations to rest thankfully as I immensely enjoyed this ode to videogame fandom as much as I first did in 2010. Throw in a plethora of extra features to last all year to make Scott Pilgrim vs. the World one of my highest recommendations yet! If you want even more commentary from me about this film than below I have embedded the podcast I originally recorded 10 years ago shortly after seeing the film on its opening weekend. I bring on a couple other special guest hosts that are also ardent Scott Pilgrim fans and we review the film, soundtrack, the books and the videogame. Enjoy!

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I brought on a couple other Scott Pilgrim experts on as guest hosts on my podcast to review the film, books, videogame and soundtrack shortly after they all released 10 years ago. Check it out in the embed above for more Scott Pilgrim goodness or click or press here to queue it up for later. Other Random Backlog Movie Blogs 3 12 Angry Men (1957) 12 Rounds 3: Lockdown 21 Jump Street The Accountant Angry Video Game Nerd: The Movie Atari: Game Over The Avengers: Age of Ultron The Avengers: Infinity War Batman: The Dark Knight Rises Batman: The Killing Joke Batman: Mask of the Phantasm Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice Bounty Hunters Cabin in the Woods Captain America: Civil War Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The Winter Soldier Christmas Eve Clash of the Titans (1981) Clint Eastwood 11-pack Special The Condemned 2 Countdown Creed I & II Deck the Halls Detroit Rock City Die Hard Dredd The Eliminators The Equalizer Dirty Work Faster Fast and Furious I-VIII Field of Dreams Fight Club The Fighter For Love of the Game Good Will Hunting Gravity Grunt: The Wrestling Movie Guardians of the Galaxy Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 Hell Comes to Frogtown Hercules: Reborn Hitman I Like to Hurt People Indiana Jones 1-4 Ink The Interrogation Interstellar Jay and Silent Bob Reboot Jobs Joy Ride 1-3 Last Action Hero Major League Man of Steel Man on the Moon Man vs Snake Marine 3-6 Merry Friggin Christmas Metallica: Some Kind of Monster Mortal Kombat Mortal Kombat Legends: Scorpions Revenge National Treasure National Treasure: Book of Secrets Not for Resale Pulp Fiction The Replacements Reservoir Dogs Rocky I-VIII Running Films Part 1 Running Films Part 2 San Andreas ScoobyDoo Wrestlemania Mystery The Secret Life of Walter Mitty Shoot em Up Slacker Skyscraper Small Town Santa Steve Jobs Source Code Star Trek I-XIII Sully Take Me Home Tonight TMNT The Tooth Fairy 1 & 2 UHF Veronica Mars Vision Quest The War Wild The Wizard Wonder Woman The Wrestler (2008) X-Men: Apocalypse X-Men: Days of Future Past

#random movie #scott pilgram vs the world #edgar wright #michael cera #brie larson #Brandon Routh #Anna Kendrick #mary elizabeth winstead #ellen wong #mark webber #bryan lee o'malley #allison pill #Chris Evans #videogames

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 22

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We are back! Sorry for the delay.

This is in between the Villains Power-up in Deika and Redemption Arc. This’ll be a festive one. Enjoy!

With the midterms finished, everyone in U.A. let out a huge sigh of relief and geared up for the holidays. Class 1-A put in a collaborative effort in putting up Christmas decorations around the dorm. Even though the school secured them a Christmas tree, the class still asked Todoroki to use his ice quirk to make a giant ice block in the courtyard for Kirishima to carve one out so the dorm would be extra festive. To really make it 1-A’s tree, Ashido suggested putting a personal item of theirs to decorate. At the end of it, their makeshift tree looked like a hot crystallized mess, yet it worked well with who they were.

Eri stopped by the dorms with Togata the weekend before Christmas because she wanted to see everyone. Ren took the chance to grab the prepared gifts from her room and came back down.

“Eri-chan,” she called and squatted down beside her to hand her the sky blue gift bag. “Merry Christmas.”

“What’s… Christmas?” she asked.

“It’s a wonderful time where people exchange gifts and have parties,” Togata explained to the young girl happily. “You also get to eat a lot of yummy food with people you like.”

“Like candied apples?” her eyes twinkled with delight thinking of the one Midoriya made for her.

“All the candied apples!” the tall blond boy strongly declared with wide gestured arms.

“Open it,” Ren encouraged.

Eri’s tiny hands reached in past the white tissue paper and took out a knitted accessory set consisting of a beret, scarf, and mittens in peach pink. Each of the items had a simple apple design stitched into it.

“It’s so pretty!” Ashido pointed out.

“This… is for me?” her small voice quivered out with excitement, with the pink-haired girl nodding with a smile gracing her lips.

“I made it for you.”

Eri wasted no time in putting the beret and scarf on her person, the apples of her small cheeks flourishing a tint of cheery pink.

“It’s so warm!” she beamed out with a full smile and laughed while snuggling into the scarf. “Thank you!”

“Waah, you look so cute!” Asui complimented and patted Eri’s head.

“The color looks so good on you, Eri-chan!” Uraraka happily endorsed.

“You look great!” Togata looked down at the elated girl with a full smile. “Now you won’t be cold when you play outside.”

“And neither will you,” Ren chimed in and handed the tall blond boy a bag.

“You… made something for me?” the muscular boy asked with a dumbfounded expression.

“Of course,” she replied with a tone of obviousness. “You can’t be a proper hero without this around this time of year.”

Surprised by her gesture, he gratefully accepted her present and pulled out a long scarf made in the colors of his hero costume. On one side of the scarf, a yellow ‘1000000’ had been intricately stitched on.

“Whoa! A handmade scarf from a girl!” Kirishima pointed out. “So friggin jealous, dude!”

“Not quite what you’re used to wearing but...” She bashfully commented with a light shrug of her shoulders. “Just a reminder of who you still are no matter what happens.”

Togata was filled with thankfulness as he clutched the scarf close to his chest, his smile widening into a full one.

“I love it.” His usual loud and happy demeanor was toned down to a rare soft and quiet one. “Thank you, Ren.”

She immediately blushed and looked away, taken aback by him not using honorifics again. Surrounding class members even noticed the label was dropped with her.

“I-It’s not a big deal...” she mumbled out and looked to the side, her blush growing more obvious by the second. At a glance, she looked like Midoriya. “I just… had extra time to make it.”

“Senpai,” Ashido called with a tone of suspicion. “You hidin’ something from us?”

“Togata-senpai...” Asui slowly spoke. “Are you and Ren-senpai an item now?”

Ren physically choked on air and saliva upon that question being asked, heaving a loud cough. All Togata did was blankly blink.

“You think we’re a couple?”

“I mean, you let slip of Ren-senpai’s name so casually without the honorific, I just presumed something developed between you two after everything,” the froggy girl explained herself. “And she did say she used to like you.”

“Tsuyu-chan!” she yelped nervously, trying to cover her now fully flushed face.

“It’s nothing like that,” Togata replied with a hearty chuckle. “Ren will always be a good friend. I’ve just found her to be more and more reliable like Tamaki after what’s happened, so I dropped the prefix to show that.”

He turned to Ren with a half curious, half concern gaze with his dark blue eyes at her startled form.

“Unless… it bothers you?”

“I-It’s fine...” she squeaked out and huffed an audible sigh, her blush pretty much permanently stained on her face. “I just need an adjustment period.”

The tug on Togata’s jacket sleeve drew his attention back to Eri.

“What does it mean to like someone?” the small girl asked. “And why are Ren-neesan’s cheeks so red?”

She knew Eri meant it as an innocent question, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel extremely called out. Students around her couldn’t help but snort out bouts of laughter.

“When you like someone, it means you’re always happy with them no matter what,” the blond boy simplified. “And Ren’s cheeks are red because she’s so happy from it.”

“Don’t dumb it down like that!” she belted out and groaned.

“Then, I really like Lemillion!” Eri strongly declared with sparkly eyes. “And Deku! And everyone here!”

Leave it up to a young child to diffuse all the tension in the room. Everyone laughed aloud and also declared how much they all liked her too. Wanting to take her new gift for a test drive, Togata and Midoriya took Eri out to the courtyard to play in the snow and show her the ice tree. Ren looked on from inside, smiling to herself. Her inner peace was short lived when Jiro wrapped her arms around her neck in a headlock from behind.

“Ren-Ren, you sneaky little minx,” she playfully cooed out. “Makin’ your senior a heartfelt present like that! Where’s ours huh?!”

“If you asked nicely, I would’ve made it,” Ren coolly replied, not caring about the pressure her junior was putting on her jugular.

“Eh?! Seriously?!” Kaminari belted out from surprise. “Then I want one!” The electric blond strongly declared with his arm shot up into the air like he was answering a question in class.

“Maybe I can make one for your birthdays...” she thought aloud and placed her hand to her chin. “That’s… gonna take a lotta time to plan out.”

“Don’t worry about it, senpai,” Kirishima disregarded. “It’s just Kaminari being desperate for a girl’s attention.”

“Bro! Don’t call me out like that!” his friend argued back. “And I’m not desperate!”

“Says the guy who doesn’t discriminate in hitting on every girl who walks by, despite them having already rejected you,” Jiro teased, now leaning into the crook of Ren’s neck, her arms draped around her shoulder.

The class spent the rest of their free time hanging out and got a head start putting up decorations for the holiday party. On Christmas Day, Sero, Kirishima and the girls helped with the finishing touches to the decorations while Asui, Ren, Sato and Bakugou tended to the food situation in the kitchen.

The rest of the crew helped with moving furniture around and set up equipment for music, games and the like. Jiro, Ren and Kaminari joined together in creating a playlist for it beforehand. Somewhere in the corner, a suspicious Ashido shot a devious grin as she hung the mistletoe at the highest and busiest spot of the common area: the narrow walkway between the common area and dining tables.

Mission: MidoChaco is a go!

To really get into the festive mood, everyone wore a Santa Claus costume with the ball of the hat customized to reflect their quirks; the R.A.’s was a shooting star to reflect hers. Bakugou being Bakugou, refused to be “lame and dress up like the rest” and wore his usual black long sleeve skull shirt and black pants. Ashido and Kaminari pretty much made it their mission to get the explosive boy to give into peer pressure.

The aroma of various foods lingered in the air with the music playing. Copious amounts of chatter could be heard all around while some took to the makeshift dance floor. The party menu consisted of some hor d'oeuvres, giant platters of pasta, cutlets and other goodies. A baked whole chicken and desserts of bite sized cakes were made by Sato.

Mineta, spotting the mistletoe a mile away, purposely stood underneath it in hopes of catching one of the girls walking pass to kiss him. Iida thankfully put a stop to his plan by clamping his face with his palms, banishing him from the area.

“You aren’t a man, Iida!” the purple gnome shouted out. “Why would you block me from the barrage of kisses I was to get!”

“No one was really gonna do it, Mineta,” Asui pointed out. “And your underhanded tactics were already found out before you realized.”

With the party underway, Seri and Tomoe popped on by to hang out with the contagious festive mood. Everyone greeted the second years energetically.

“God-fucking damnit!” a familiar gruff voice shouted, catching the two girl’s attention. They saw the back profile of Bakugou and Ren facing the TV, playing a fighting game on console.

“Gotta do better than that to beat me, Bakkun,” Ren retorted with a cocky grin. “Eat this!”

Pressing the proper buttons, she unleashed her character’s finishing move on Bakugou’s, winning her the match.

“Fucking hell! One more time!” the explosive blond shouted and pointed at her. His grip on the controller is one squeeze away from cracking the plastic casing.

“So I can beat you again? Bring it,” she openly teased to piss him off even more.

“You should quit while you’re ahead, Bakugou-kun,” Tomoe warned.

The blond boy turned his head to face the voice, his face contorted to full on rage mode.

“The hell you say?” he glowered with his intense vermillion eyes, a vein popping out from his temple.

“Ren-Ren’s very good at fighting games. Your chances of beating her is slim to none,” Seri pointed out. “She’s always held the top three spots at the arcades when we were in junior high.”

“Fuck that shit! I’ll take her down if it’s the last thing I do,” the blond boy shot back and turned his attention back to the screen.

“Kacchan, c’mon,” Kirishima complained. “You’ve been hogging the controller. Let some of us play.”

“Shaddap, shitty hair! I’m staying on until I fuckin’ kill her!”

“Oh ho ho. Them’s fightin’ words, Bakkun.” Ren glowered with mischievous intentions. “Don’t go crying to your squad when I decimate your soul.”

“You got a lotta balls sayin’ that, senpai,” he growled out.

“Uh oh. Here comes Dark Ren,” Tomoe flatly noted within an earshot.

“What’s ‘Dark Ren’?” Midoriya asked.

“You’ll see,” Seri remarked.

A small crowd formed behind Bakugou and Ren when the new match started on screen. The two characters exchanged blows, neither one backing down in the fight. As each character’s HP crawled slower down to zero, the cheers got increasingly louder.

“Get him Kacchan!” Kaminari yelled.

“Take him down, Ren-Ren!” Tomoe shouted.

Just as Ren was about to lose, she let loose a smirk and timed her counter attack at Bakugou, consequently K.O.ing his character and won. She let out a strong laugh.

“I have defeated you,” she bullied with a cocky expression and stood up doing All-Might’s hero pose. “The queen remains undefeated, peasants! Grovel!”

“Don’t go fuckin’ copying All-Might as you’re glowering at us, you damn emo-hair!” Bakugou growled out.

“At least my hair has style, unlike yours, you unkempt porcupine!” she shot back and flipped her locks with the back of her hand.

“Standing right here...” Tomoe off-handedly blurted out dejectedly, feeling the sting of her friend’s words. Seri offered a comforting back pat and reminded her the words aren’t coming from a place of malice.

“The hell you say?! I’ll friggin’ kill you!”

“Ah...” the green haired boy quietly blurted out, eyes hollow when he suddenly had flashbacks of Kacchan from when he used to bully him in middle school. “That’s what you mean, Kubo-senpai.”

With majority of the Bakusquad trying to diffuse the tension, the two called a temporary truce over food, with Bakugou stealing the last of the cutlets from Ren as she reached for it.

“Too slow, emo-hair!” the blond barked out triumphantly and shoved the fried goodie into his mouth. “Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it?!”

The pink-haired girl sulked and picked up some pasta and hor d'oeuvres instead to carb-load her sorrows as Bakugou continued to cackle loudly at his win.

“You deserved that,” Tomoe and Seri both said.

“I deserved that,” she muttered out and took a big bite of pasta.

On one side of the room, Bakugou seemed to have given up and temporarily caved in wearing his holiday get up, much to Kaminari and Ashido’s joy. As the food was being consumed, talks of internships starting up again excited all of them. However, with it being mandatory at this point even for first years, it really showed the sense of urgency the Public Safety Administration had given what happened recently in Deika. Ren chewed on the tip of her spoon, wondering if she’d go back to Kansai for Fat Gum.

Hawks had been increasingly difficult to get in touch with. Before he became the number two hero, he would at least respond to her text messages a few days after. Nowadays, it’s just left on read.

“Why are we still talking about school?!” Mineta shouted angrily, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“Mineta’s got a point,” Sato agreed as he carried in the giant roasted chicken he took out of the oven. “Let’s eat, drink and be merry!”

The front door to the dorm suddenly opened and emerged Aizawa with Eri all dressed up in a cute Santa Claus dress and hat. Everyone was fawning over how adorable she was, even though she was getting all the holidays messed up by giving Uraraka Easter Eggs and throwing Setsubun beans.

Ashido proposed to get started on the holiday group games. Whoever lost the most amount of games will have to do the Pocky Punishment Game. With all the girls, except for Uraraka in on the plan, they strategically mapped out where they’ll take their wins and losses as they knew where the auburn haired girl’s strengths and weaknesses laid.

First up was a no-laughing contest, to which Kaminari won hands down with his signature ‘whey’ face. Next was a game of Twister, to which Mineta was all too eager to play. Having planned this ahead of time, the girls purposely put him with only the group of boys in his heat, subsequently pissing him off. The group up first was Midoriya, Uraraka, Ren and Bakugou. In order for them to have better maneuverability, they removed their Santa coats and wore their usual clothes underneath.

“Why do I have to be in the same group as the damn nerd?!” the blond shouted.

“That’s just how the cookie crumbles, I guess,” Ren casually commented.

“The hell does that even mean?!”

“Language, Bakkun,” she shushed. “A child is present.”

“Okay, let’s get started!” Ashino announced and spun the pointer on the card. “Right foot, yellow!”

The four found their dot and placed the requested limb on top. The pointer spun again to left hand, blue, to which they obeyed.

“This game’s ridiculous,” Bakugou complained through gritted teeth.

“Now, now,” the pink hair soothed.

“Left foot, green!” the pink alien shouted.

And that’s where it got awkward.

Midoriya was straddled and bent over with Uraraka underneath, her right arm in between his legs. Ren was bent backwards with a full view of Midoriya’s posterior while Bakugou was the only one who had moderate personal space, but had a view of Ren’s side profile and Uraraka’s left thigh.

“Deku… don’t you try to touch me, you moron,” the blond growled out while holding his position.

Spectators of the game couldn’t help but burst out laughing while taking a slew of photos on their phone.

“Delete that, you damn extras! I’ll murder all of you!” Bakugou barked out.

“No way man!” Kirishima said between his gasps. “This is friggin’ gold!”

“Lord Explosion Murder in his most natural environment,” Sero tittered out.

While everyone was distracted, Ren’s lips curled up in a devilish way with a cocked eyebrow.

“Wow, Midoriya,” she said aloud. “You have a really nice butt.”

The viridian haired boy blushed profusely and whimpered as his limbs started quivering. The rest of the class wolf-whistled and cheered. Ashido spun for the next step, already catching on with what their resident advisor was going for.

“Right hand, red!”

“Uwah, this is getting hard,” the freckled boy groaned out as he attempted to reach, only to end up having his face hovering over Uraraka’s butt. It didn’t help his situation at all. Not wanting to make her loss look purposeful, the pink-haired girl reached for hers and ended up close to Bakugou’s angry face. Unfortunately for the blond, the cowl to her shirt was hanging loose enough for him to catch a glimpse of her cleavage and bra. His cheeks burned and looked away to the side.

“Right foot, blue!”

Ren tried to slide her appendage to the circle, only to have it cramp up and ended up headbutting Bakugou on his nose bridge. Both went down in the process with groans of pain.

“You moron! What the hell!” he shouted while holding his nose, only to see Ren holding her foot and forehead.

“Charlie Horse,” she hissed out, her face wincing from pain. “Sorry.”

“Ren-senpai and Bakugou are out!” Ashido announced. It was only Midoriya and Uraraka left on the mat. Gingerly standing, he unexpectedly picked up the R.A. bridal style.

“B-Bakkun! What the–”

“Just shut up,” he interrupted. “You can’t walk right?”

“I was gonna crawl, honestly.”

The blond huffed a short laugh, amused by her answer.

“You should relish in this. I don’t just carry anyone in my arms like this,” he boasted. “Consider it an honor.”

“Then I rather you drop me,” she deadpanned and lightly yelped when the blond boy did the moment they got to the couch. “Stupid conch shell.”

“Buzz-hair.”

The match continued on as the remaining two competitors’ positions got more and more awkward. At one point, Midoriya found his lower half hovering over Uraraka’s chest, his face near her navel. Ren watched the two blush fifty shades of tomato and snorted in laughter from the couch. Her leg cramp gradually subsided.

“I think they may be getting dehydrated,” Todoroki pointed out.

“Nah, they’re fine.”

“I think I see steam coming out the top of their heads.”

She huffed a breath through her nose and gestured the dual-hair colored boy to bend down. Ren whispered into his ear as to what the girl’s plans were. When he pulled away, she gestured a shush over her grinning lips and a teasing look in her eyes. After a while longer, Uraraka’s legs gave out and ended up falling on top of Midoriya, her legs straddling his right thigh.

“Wah, sorry, Deku-kun!” she shouted and leaped off, her face a mess of red blotches. “I didn’t mean to do that!”

“I-I-It’s fine, Uraraka-san,” the boy squeaked out, unable to make eye contact and looked down at the Twister mat.

“Hm, shall we call that a draw?” Ashido wondered out loud. “They both fell.”

“But the rules say whoever makes contact with the mat first loses, so that’s Midoriya no?” Shoji pointed out.

“True, but Ochaco slipped first,” Jiro added. “Making Midoriya fall from her actions.”

A small group debated among themselves and decided to rule it as a draw, considering the end goal was that much sweeter. Taking a small break before the next group, the two walked toward the kitchen to get something to drink.

“Oh! Mistletoe!” Hagakure shouted and pointed at the two.

“It’s tradition! Two people under it have to kiss,” Ren stated.

“Whaaatttt?!” they both exclaimed and flushed an impossible glowing red color.

The flustered teenagers stood underneath it awkwardly, their legs shaking out of nervousness. As everyone waited, the pink-haired girl could feel the girls’ impatience whittle down little by little. Their aura was practically screaming “KISS, DAMN IT!”

To keep this moving along, she was going to have to get her hands a little dirty. Sliding off of the couch, Ren strode up with casual purpose in between the two with an air of virility. Before either one could respond, Ren placed her hand on Midoriya’s shoulder and pecked him on the cheek before turning to Uraraka with a sinful curl of her lips.

She leaned into the auburn colored girl’s ear and whispered, “If you don’t act, someone else will steal him away.” She then peck her on her flushed left cheek before walking off.

“Back to your regular scheduled programming,” she shouted as she went to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Ren-senpai...” Ashido gushed out with a blush on her cheeks. “That was so cool!”

“I actually felt my heart beating just from watching that,” Yaoyorozu hovered her hand above her chest. “Our advisor is quite brave.”

The boys could only stare wide-eyed, mouth agape. Sure, they were brave when it came to heroics, but displaying physical affection like that?! They all collectively realized they still have much to learn. Ren came back a short moment later with a glass of water in hand like nothing happened.

“You sure are havin’ fun, Ren-Ren,” Tomoe cooed out with a grin.

“A necessary sacrifice to push along,” she calmly answered and sipped her water.

“My heart actually hurt for a moment,” Seri mock cried and splayed her hand on her chest. “How dare you do that.”

“Aw, c’mon Secchan,” Ren fake comforted her with a playful smirk. “You know you’re the only one for me.”

“Senpai, please take us under your wing to be as manly as you!” Kirishima pleaded.

“This explains so much about Takahiro-senpai’s attitude to the opposite sex,” Mineta noted in seriousness and wiped his oncoming nosebleed away with the back of his hand, his imagination getting away from him yet again.

“I assure you it’s nothing like that, you perverted grape,” Ren answered with a straight face and linked arms with Tomoe and Seri. “But these two got my heart, so boys gotta work extra to win me over,” she gushed out.

“S-S-Senpai,” Midoriya finally managed to find his voice. “Please don’t do that again.”

“Why not?” she casually asked. “It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve kissed.”

“WHAAAATTTTT?!”

“Uh oh. That came out wrong.”

“Phrasing, dearest Ren,” Seri sighed and placed her hand on her forehead.

Almost all the boys ran up to the now extremely flustered freckled boy. Kirishima immediately wrapped his neck in a headlock while Kaminari, Mineta, Iida and Sero interrogated him. Uraraka stood idly by, her face blank from shock. Senpai… kissed Deku?!

“Midoriya, you bastard! How are you getting a leg up on all of us!” the electric blond shouted out and grabbed his arm. “Tell us your secret!”

“Y’always gotta watch out for the quiet ones,” Sero noted. “They’re usually the ‘steal your girl’ types.”

“And here I thought Midoriya was one of the good ones,” Ashido flatly remarked. “How disappointing.”

“You guys got it all wrong!” the boy yelped out. “It’s not like that at all! Senpaiiii!!!!”

“Ren, you should clarify,” Seri solemnly advised. “They may actually kill him.”

“I guess so,” she mumbled. “It was just a peck on the cheek,” she shouted. “It’s nothing serious.”

“It is serious!” the group of pubescent boys shouted. “This guy’s always doin’ extra stuff on his own like we don’t friggin matter!”

“Oh boy, I think I opened a can of worms.”

The testosterone levels of the males calmed down and they were able to get through the rest of Twister, with the finalists being Sato, Iida, Midoriya, Uraraka and Todoroki. It came down to Sato and Iida at the end as the two had the most leg power. Midoriya and Uraraka ended up losing earlier on in the game when their hands accidentally touched and lost their balance. While it looked like Todoroki was going to win, his elbow ended up touching the mat and disqualified himself. With the match going a lot longer than expected, the two decided it was a draw on their own accord.

Next up was leg wrestling, where two people sit across from each other with one person’s knees were wedged in between the other’s. The point was to see if one can break through the other’s legs’ clamping power within 30 seconds.

First up were Bakugou and Kirishima. In the first round, Bakugou managed to get his legs to open about three centimeters from his vice grip thighs; when the tables turned, the redhead successfully opened his legs close to eight centimeters, declaring him the winner.

Next round was between Jiro and Yaoyorozu. Both seem to have been evenly matched in strength, to which the creating quirk user won by a thin margin. After the two girls wobbled off of the chair supporting each other, Ren and Todoroki were up. They were situated for the game, with Ren going first.

The moment the timer started, she put half of her strength into her legs to test the waters while Todoroki looked on with his usual stoic expression. Hissing breaths between her gritted teeth, she had to up the ante if she were to get anywhere with this. Using her full strength now, the hetero-chromatic boy reacted with widened eyes when he felt his legs beginning to shift little by little, her hands gripping the sides of the chair.

“And time!” Ashido called. Ren panted out loud. She threw her head back with sweat forming at the sides of her face while the spectators measured how far she got.

“4.5 centimeters!” the referee announced. “Okay, let’s switch.”

Rubbing both her thighs to relax her muscles, she lifted them off of the floor to shake them out and huffed a few hard breaths from her mouth. Positioning hers over Todoroki’s legs, she never realized how thick and muscular they were compared to his lanky build. She could feel his muscles already attacking hers the moment Ashido said go. It didn’t take long until he managed to fully spread her legs as she fell over the chair from the sudden pulling sensation on her inner thigh muscles.

“Senpai, are you okay?!” the bi-colored haired boy knelt beside her and asked with extreme worry. “Did I hurt you?”

“Just my pride,” she groaned out with her hands between her legs in fetal position.

Even Seri and Tomoe were surprised how quickly Ren went down. Out of everyone in their class, she was the second strongest when it came to leg strength. Just a beat longer, the pink-haired girl slowly got up off of the floor and gingerly made her way back to the couches, only to have Todoroki intercept her in the form of being picked up.

“Okay, seriously?” she complained aloud and threw her hands up. “I’m not some damsel in distress who needs this.”

“You let Bakugou do it to you before,” he muttered out within an earshot.

She looked up to see his lips in a small pout with a tint of pink on his cheeks. Was he… jealous? She knew it was inappropriate to laugh at a time like this, but her reaction failed her in the shape of snickering and tried to cover it up by putting her hand over her mouth.

“What’s so funny?” he blurted out in minor irritation.

“There’s still so much you don’t know about yourself and I find it adorable.”

He set her down on the couch a lot harder than he wanted to.

“I’m gonna pretend you did that on purpose,” she blurted out with a smirk and rubbed her tailbone while he settled beside her in comfortable silence, deep in thought.

With the games tapering off from everyone’s exhaustion, the class decided to relax a bit before exchanging presents for the Secret Santa, completely forgetting about the punishment game. Sero went around taping the presents to the designated person. At the count of three, everyone pulled their tape and up went the presents toward them.

By some sort of miracle to make up for the failed games, Midoriya got Uraraka as his Secret Santa and her in return. The gravity defying girl got a small keychain plush All-Might, whereas the viridian haired boy got a bag of cut mochi. Little Eri received the giant sword Tokoyami put in the pile, much to everyone’s surprise.

Bakugou caught his and pulled out a long black scarf with his signature orange X stitched at one end with a horizontal green stripe across it. There was only one person who could’ve made this. He looked around and saw a familiar rose-gold hair colored girl curiously eyeing an immaculately wrapped box in blue paper with a ribbon decorating it.

That was his present.

Watching her open it with care, she held her gift up to see it was a blind box from a vinyl figure series of dogs. Opening it, Ren tore the shiny foil bag inside and revealed a Pomeranian. Looking at it with curiosity, she held it in her palm to examine it.

“Oh it’s so cute and tiny!” Uraraka beamed.

“It looks like Bakkun,” the pink haired girl blurted out, her expression unchanging.

The whole room went silent for a second before all doubled over from raucous laughter. Bakugou’s temper exploded as his face flushed tomato red, the veins on his temples were strongly protruding out.

“How the hell do I look like that thing!” he yelled out and pointed to it.

“Do we need to point the obvious?” Sero belted out and pointed at the fur style and color. “This is better than when your hair was combed down by Best Jeanist!”

Tomoe and Seri walked up to see the figurine up close and agreed.

“Sorry. Really sorry,” Ren got out between breaths, tears streaming from her eyes. “I love it. I honestly do. But seriously.” Words failed her as her laughter took over again. The explosive blond boy got more irritated by the second.

“What should we name it?” Seri asked. ”Bakuwan?”

“Borkugou,” Tomoe tittered.

“Eat crap and die!”

For the rest of the night, everyone engaged in conversations and picked off what’s left of the food. Jiro grabbed her acoustic from her room and serenaded everyone with song. Ren participated with the songs she knew, singing harmony. Seri and Tomoe decided to leave after a bit and said good night to everyone. Eri and Aizawa followed suit not too long after.

“Sato’s cakes are the best!” Ren gushed and took a bite into the airy dessert, a childish smile beamed from her lips.

“Is it really that good?” Todoroki asked.

“Wanna try?”

She held her half bitten piece of cake between her thumb and index. The boy leaned in to take a bite. The girls who noticed squealed out loud.

“I-I-Indirect kiss!” Uraraka yelled in a voice two octaves higher than her own. “Senpai, you’re too bold for us!”

“Indirect kiss? What’s that?” she questioned with genuine naivete and blinked.

“It’s basically when your lips have touched something and then someone else touches it with theirs after,” Jiro remarked with a light tint of her cheeks.

“But… it’s food. You don’t kiss food,” the boy logically stated, to which Ren agreed with a nod.

“That’s beside the point!” the girls yelled and waved their arms madly to disregard rationality.

“Haven’t you done stuff like this before, Ren-senpai?!” Hagakure asked.

“With my friends, yeah.”

“I mean with a boy!”

She let out a thoughtful hum before answering, “Not really.”

“How was it you even get a boyfriend then?!” the invisible groaned out and gripped her hair in frustration, if it could be seen.

Ren shrugged. “It just… happened. I guess I went with the flow too much then.”

“Are you sure you two aren’t a couple?!” Ashido interrogated and pointed between Ren and Todoroki. “You’ve been super close with each other.”

The accused two turned and looked at each other with a blank expression and turned back to the pink alien.

“Just friends,” they both replied. The pink skinned growled out in frustration and yanked at her short hair.

“You two are the worst, you know that?”

“I thought that was Mineta,” Ren joked.

“Hey!” the small boy shouted.

“She has a point, ribbit,” Asui agreed.

With the party coming to an end, everyone helped clean up. Not too far from where she was, Ren saw Todoroki, Bakugou and Midoriya talking. Gathering what she could of all of the recyclable items into her hands, she walked past and heard the two-toned hair colored boy extend an invitation to the other two to do their internship with Endeavor. Their eyes lit up in shock and opportunity.

“A-Are you sure, Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asked.

“I’m sure my father won’t mind,” he calmly replied. “If you’re interested, I can put in a good word.”

“Screw that. I’m not takin’ any hand-me-downs from–”

“Bakkun.”

The blond boy turned his head to the R.A. who called him, flashing an annoyed expression.

“It’s an opportunity,” Ren corrected. “You should take it. Unless you’re happy with being a B-rated hero and treated like a trouble-making punk who’ll get zero exposure for the rest of your life.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth, remembering the recent failtastic interview he did with Todoroki. He scoffed aloud before turning away and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“If you won’t take it, I will,” she firmly stated and crossed her arms. “How ‘bout it, Todo-kun?”

“I thought you’d go back to FatGum’s?” Midoriya assumed with a tone of surprise.

“With Tamaki-senpai and Kiri-kun with him, I’d just be in the way,” she confessed with a crooked grin. “And I rather leave that spot open for someone else who wants that experience.”

“But you helped so much with the boosters and Hassaikai case,” the green haired boy argued.

“That was purely coincidental. Besides, an efficient hero should take in as many experiences as possible in bettering their abilities.”

While it was true she thought she’d be in the way of FatGum, her real reason was to track down Hawks. Seeing how he was with Endeavor on the day of the Nomu fight, Ren was hoping Endeavor could help her without having to rely on her own sources. It was a habit she needed to break now if she wanted to go legit.

“Alright, alright. I hear ya,” Bakugou finally conceded with a grumble. “Get me that damn internship, Todoroki.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Todoroki confirmed and rubbed his chin.

Doing final checks after the last student retired to their room, Ren looked up and saw the mistletoe was still up. Sighing, she grabbed the closest chair to use as a step ladder and even then it was still too high for her to grab. Her thighs were still sore from the game before so jumping wasn’t an option.

“Damn it, Mina-chan...” she hissed out in annoyance.

“Need some help there?”

She quickly turned and saw Todoroki.

“I need your height.”

Ren hopped down from the chair and let the bi-colored haired boy take care of it. She thanked him after he got back down.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t get Mido-kun and Ochaco together,” she chuckled out and rubbed the back of her head. “But I think they were catching on. Mina-chan must be so pissed.”

“So what’s the deal with mistletoe anyway?” he asked and examined the berries up close.

“Two people who stand under kiss for good luck and to ward off evil spirits based on Nordic mythology,” she explained.

He held it over her head. She could only stare at him wide-eyed when his face got closer to hers.

“Todo… kun?”

Ren’s breath hitched in her throat the moment their gaze met, just like when they were walking back to campus last time. Todoroki’s eyes were half-lidded and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. His lips were soft and warm against her now hot skin. Drawing his face back up, his hetero-chromatic eyes seemingly glowed in the twilight.

“Did I… do that right?” he whispered. He was still close enough for her to feel his hot breath fan on her skin. She tried to talk, only to realize she lost her voice when her mouth was still trying to form words. Her heart was pounding against her chest like she ran a marathon.

“I… guess that… counts,” she slowly uttered out in a hushed manner and swallowed hard, remembering what she did to Ochaco and Midoriya earlier in the evening. Was Karma working for or against her here?

“Oh.”

Todoroki’s response almost sounded disappointed. He withdrew from her personal space and stood back up straight, uttering a good night before leaving. Ren let loose a breath from her lips and let her fingertips hover over where he kissed her.

She didn’t mind it, but why did she feel unsatisfied?

#my hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero oc #my hero academia oc #mha oc #bnha oc #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #deku #midoriya izuku #ochaco uraraka #mha season 4 #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #bnha season 4 #class 1-a

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duhragonball · 5 years

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Dragon Ball Z 167

There’s about nine or ten days left before the Cell Games. Dr. Brief is busy working on fixing Android 16. He has specs from Dr. Gero’s lab, but they’re for android 17, and 16 has a completely different design, because 16 is truly an android, and not a cyborg like 17. Meanwhile, 16 plays with Dr. Brief’s cat. I’m not sure if it’s safe for the kitty to lick so close to 16′s open wound, but I’m not a robot or a robot doctor or a cat, so what do I know?

Bulma’s mom serves up cake. Eat, drink, and be merry, I guess.

Oolong and Roshi start stuffing their gross fingers into the cakes to claim them, and it’s pretty friggin’ gross. Seriously, I’ve seen Frieza cut in half, but this scene is what really bothers me. Those two can’t even eat that much cake anyway, so it’s just disgusting. Chi-Chi is right to want to keep Gohan away from them.

The others all chill out and watch TV. This looks like a pretty cozy scene.

I really want to know what the deal is with this show.

Vegeta can’t sit on the floor like everyone else because he’s the PRINSUVOLLSAYINS or whatever.

Yamcha gets restless and decides to go outside to train for Cell. Krillin offers to join him, and then Vegeta gives them shit for being no match for Cell. Yamcha reminds Vegeta that he’s no match for Cell either, so maybe he ought to keep his mouth shut. Yamcha’s like “Yeah, welcome to our world.” And Krillin starts chanting “One of us, one of us.”

Then Bulma arrives, having returned from Kami’s Lookout, and she’s all anxious to see how Future Trunks is doing, to the point where she crashes into these guys.

This whole part right here just bugs me. I don’t like how Vegeta gets lumped into a comedy gag like this. Why wouldn’t he just move out of the way? Or simply murder Bulma before she could get near? That’s kind of his bit, isn’t it? Also, I don’t really see Bulma being this kind of character. Chi-Chi, sure, but not Bulma. It just feels off.

She calms down once she knows Future Trunks is okay, and then Baby Trunks grabs onto his hair. Everyone laughts. Well, not Vegeta.

Never mind that shit! Here comes Cell!

This whole scene fucking rules. Cell just smashes his way into a city, makes a giant hole in a TV studio, and when he puts his hand on the reception desk, it deforms as his hand moves towards it. I’d call this Big General Zod Energy, except General Zod wasn’t anywhere near this cool in Superman II.

He asks where they film the TV that gets broadcast all over the world, and the frightened receptionist tells him that he needs Studio B on the top floor. Cell just floats straight up and the floors rip open as he moves towards them. None of that elevator nonsense like in Movie 7. Cell just goes where he wants, how he wants.

Back at Capsule Corp, Yamcha slips on Krilin’s bald head. Vegeta’s probably watching them from the window. “They’re right,” he thinks to himself as he watches Yamcha plant his bare feet into Krillin’s face. “I’m one of them now.”

Meanwhile, Roshi watches aerobics girls on TV, and I guess in Dragon World they film that shit live, because Cell floats up into the studio and ruins the shot.

They change it to a cooking show, and he’s there too.

Then they switch it to... I guesss this is some sort of stage musical? I don’t understand how TV works in this world. They filmed all of these shows in the same building, live, and aired them on three separate channels?

I don’t know what this was supposed to be, but it’s not shown from Bulma’s TV, so maybe this one was being taped.

Finally, he ends up at Studio B, and smashes through the anchorman’s desk.

Hyperbolic Time Chamber Update: Gohan has a nightmare about Cell killing Chi-Chi and Piccolo right in front of him. Holy shit! How does he know what Cell looks like? How did Goku know what the androids and Vegeta were doing while he was laid up with the heart virus?

I was telling a friend of mine how this liveblog is helping me recalibrate for the fanfic I’m writing. I didn’t think I needed it, but this helps me remember what it is I’m trying to work from. I gave my Super Saiyan OC a lot of reasons to have trouble sleeping, and at times, I felt like that was kind of dumb and cliche. But now I realize why I did that in the first place. Nightmares and sleepless nights are par for the course for Super Saiyans. The only reason we don’t see Trunks having bizarre prophetic nightmares is because he grew up in one. Showing him sleeping poorly seems kind of redundant, you know?

Turns out, Gohan had a fever, which isn’t too surprising, considering the extreme conditions of this place. Once again, Gohan apologizes for not being good enough or strong enough to live up to the expectations he has for himself, but Goku’s totally cool about this. Goku’s been there, after all. More importantly, Gohan is far, far stronger than Goku ever was at his age. To put this into perspective, Gohan probably just now turned 11. Goku was 12 when Bulma first met him. As much as Gohan looks up to his dad, I think the reverse applies too.

Goku tries to tuck him in, and Gohan murmurs something about his desire to protect the others. Gohan’s laser focused on this. He may not enjoy fighting, but he’s completely devoted to the mission.

Back to business, Cell is here on TV to announce his new tournament, the Cell Games. First he introduces himself as the monster who killed all those people in Gingertown, Nickytown, and elsewhere. He says he no longer needs to feed on people, but he will be kicking the ass of everyone who shows up at his tournament in nine days.

Is that Piccolo’s TV, or Tien’s? Either way, I find it hilarious.

Basically, the Cell Game only resembles the Tenkaichi Budokai in the sense that you can lose by giving up, or by falling out of the ring. Otherwise, it’s a very different format. Instead of an elimination bracket, it’s a gauntlet match. Cell stands in the ring, and fights each competitor. If he wins, the next guy steps up and he fights that guy, and so on. The idea is to see how many of these fights Cell can win in a row with no time to rest. In theory, the more fighters who show up, the better chance of them wearing Cell down.

Perhaps most critically, lethal force is not illegal, as Chi-Chi speculated. If Cell kills you, you lose, not him. Frankly, that just makes sense. In the Tenkaichi Budokai, the idea was to defeat your opponent, not murder him, so lethal force would get you disqualified.

But the Cell Games are for the fate of the Earth. If Cell wins, he plans to kill everyone on the planet. So why should he spare his opponents? Why should he disqualify himself if he accidentally kills an opponent?

On the flip side, why should his opponents worry about killing him? If there was a no-kill rule, and Goku managed to kill Cell, that would technically make Cell the winner, but who would care? Also, what would happen if Goku managed to beat Cell by ringout? Would Cell abide by the rules? He never really explained what would happen if he lost. I assume he just didn’t see that as a possibility, or maybe he expected his opponents to try to kill him no matter what, so it wasn’t important.

I’m not the kind of Cell fan who spends a lot of time looking for ways he could reform, although I do feel like it’s a shame that he couldn’t see the value of sparing the Earth and making the Cell Games a regular thing. Like, let’s say he held this competition, and he survives to the end, win or lose. Wouldn’t it make sense to stage a followup tournament for next year? If the Saiyans could give him good sport twice, why not a third time? And then the Cell Games just becomes this annual event where everyone gets together to see how many fights this bug man can win.

But the reality is that Cell’s too big a dick for that. His perfect form was built on thousands of innocent victims, and his tournament ring is sitting on top of farmland owned by a guy her murdered. He killed that news anchor right before he announced this game, and he closes his announcement by blowing up part of the city he’s in. Yeah, Cell loves fighting, and you might talk him into doing Cell Games II next year, but he also loves terrorizing helpless people, and he’d be doing that for the entire year until the next event. I suppose this is what sets him apart from Vegeta and Piccolo.

Anyway, everyone is suitably terrified by Cell’s announcement. Cell is the first villain to announce his presence to the world since King Piccolo conquered it over a decade ago. The Saiyan invasion was known to the world, but there was very little understanding of what was going on. Goku’s role in that battle never made it to the news media, and the other Z-Fghters who did get televised all died in battle. To the world at large, they just knew that East City got destroyed by aliens, then there was a battle in some remote location, a bunch of martial artists and camera crews died, and then the aliens were gone.

This is something that’s always interested me about Dragon Ball, because I’m used to comic book universes where the main heroes and their adventures are well known to the public. I guess Superman was sort of the origin of that whole idea, since he worked for a newspaper, and he was such a powerful character that it was big news whenever he did anything, even in secret. In some of Superman’s earliest outings, he seemed very interested in keeping a low profile, like he didn’t even want people to know he existed, but the costume sort of undermined that idea. Eventually, he settled into the formula of being a public figure, and then writing about his own adventures as Clark Kent.

Other superhero franchises have followed that premise, although it gets kind of strained in places. If Mr. Fantastic invented a flying car years ago, why does everyone in Marvel still use real world technology? A lot of fantasy worlds try to sidestep that problem by having the super-powered characters exist in secret. Harry Potter’s whole deal is that wizards are real, and they have a whole secret society going on under the nose of the rest of the world, although it’s not very clear why they felt it so important to do this in the first place. The real reason is that J.K. Rowling wanted Harry to grow up in a normal household, instead of some parallel world where everyone knows magic is real.

Dragon Ball sort of tries to have it both ways. It’s mostly like the real world, but it can have advanced technology like the Hoi-Poi capsules and hovercars, and then there’s remote parts of the world where they don’t have those things. Trucks with wheels are still a thing, probably because Toriyama likes to draw real cars and made-up cars and he saw no reason to have to choose. As for Goku, he just goes in, whips ass, and leaves. If there’s media attention for his actions, so be it, but he’s not interested in it, so he doesn’t pursue it. One day the Red Ribbon Army got wiped out, and the world has no idea how or why. One day, King Piccolo got taken down, and the world found out about it, but they knew almost nothing about the boy who did the job. One day, Vegeta got sent packing, but he eventually came back, and no one knows who he is, or what happened in between.

And Goku’s fine with that. He sees no point in giving press conferences, or explaining What Just Happened to the rest of the people. He’s a very minor celebrity for participating in the Tenkaichi Budokai competitions, but only hardcore martial arts fans would have heard of him. I’m a pro wrestling fan, but I’d have to look up the last three winners of the G1.

And maybe this is one reason I dig this show so much. Over the years, western comic books have gotten increasingly mired in pointless details. You look at the new Spider-Man movie that’s coming up, and the general idea seems to be that Spider-Man needs Nick Fury to tell him what to do. That’s how the comics have been for decades now. These days you can’t be a superhero without some government agent telling you which way to pull up your tights. It’s bullshit, but the writers think it’s more “realistic” that way. Come to think of it, pro wrestling fell into the same trap a while back. It used to be that you’d turn on wrestling and they’d just show a bunch of matches, and it was taken for granted that some unseen authority booked the card. Now every American wrestling promotion has to waste time on all these in-story CEO’s, general managers, commissioners, and assistant general managers, and they all argue over which of them outranks the other. It’s dumb. Just let them fight. Dragon Ball’s gonna let them fight.

#dragon ball #2019dbliveblog #cell games saga #cell #perfect cell #goku #gohan #android 16 #dr brief #vegeta #trunks #bulma #tien #piccolo #yamcha #krillin #oolong #puar

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tuck-everlasting-shitposts · 5 years

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Tuck Prompt #4

Favorite tech piece (Free day)

I love love love love LOVE all the tech in this show but I would have to say my favorite part is the costumes. They're so friggin complex and beautiful!!! Yeah maybe I'm biased (costumes crew gal over here) but those are some hella great costumes.

What's your favorite bit of tech? Reblog with your answer!

#tuck everlasting #tuck month #tuck month prompt

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airconditionedgirl · 6 years

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Top 15 Smash Bros Newcomers Wishlist!

Okay, I do have some stuff to stay about and around the actual list, but I know you guys don’t care about all that boring stuff, so LIST FIRST!!!

15) Tracer (Overwatch) – I don’t play Overwatch, and I honestly think it’s influence on the games industry has been a net negative, something something loot boxes. But the fact remains that Overwatch is really, friggin popular, and Tracer is really friggin popular in it. She seems like a good character, and would probably work well in Smash. Plus, it would be really cool to have an openly gay character in the game.

14) Sora (Kingdom Hearts) – Sora is great, and his fighting style would be unique among the sword fighters in Smash. And considering the legacy of Kingdom Hearts as a franchise, and the upcoming #3, it seems like the perfect time to add him.

13) The TMNT (TMNT) – Though not originating in video games, these four were practically made for them, with so many classic and awesome games being made in their image. Each turtle could be an alt costume character, they’d all have they’re own specials, their Final Smash would unite them, do I even need to say anything else?

12) Steve/Alex (Minecraft) – But ONLY if they walk in the same stiff, rigid way that they do in the game! That would be both fitting, and hilarious.

11) Ribbon Girl (Arms) – I honestly can’t think of a way for them to easily incorporate her moves without making her crazy OP, but it could happen! Anyway, she’s on the list pretty much because I think she would be super fun to use.

10) Dixie Kong (DKC) – I’m not personally a big fan of DKC, but I know a lot of people who are, and who are fans of her in particular. So yeah, doeet Nintendo!

9) The Boy & the Blob (A Boy and His Blob) – The NES game would qualify it for a deep cut Nintendo lore pick, the reboot on the Wii was really friggin good, and these guys would provide a unique spin on the Two In One Fighter. Also, if this did happen, it would be absolutely ESSENTIAL that the Down B be a hug, in homage to the hug button in the Wii game. If it was the Down B, it could increase attack power briefly! Or, failing that, it could be a taunt?

8) Captain N (Captain N: The Game Master) – Yet another deep cut Nintendo lore character! This guy almost seems like he was made for Smash. His neutral B would be the Zapper, his other moves could be based on NES sprites, it would be a really cool nostalgia trip, just, ugh, so awesome. They could even build him from the ground up to be one big homage to classic NES stuff, like how Pac-Man represents a lot of arcade era Namco Bandai games!

7) Rygar (Rygar) – My last deep cut Nintendo character, but this one is the most justified out of the three, I feel. Rygar was one of the earliest NES games, it was really cool, and his yo yo shield thing would make for a really unique weapon!

6) Team Rocket (Pokemon) – Not super into Pokemon, but this seems like an obvious choice. If it were up to me, I’d go with Jessie and James as the trainers, but their game counterparts would work fine. As to the actual Pokemon they’d be using, I honestly have no idea.

5) Shovel Knight (Shovel Knight) – Once again, hella obvious. He should just be in Smash. He’d be awesome, he’d have so many cool moves, it would be awesome for the fans of Shovel Knight, it just needs to happen. The only real question here is whether Shield Knight should be included here, and them be a Two In One Fighter. The only reason why I didn’t put her on the list alongside him is because I’m honestly not sure how that would work, mechanically.

4) Impa (Zelda) -I just really want her in Smash. I honestly don’t care if they use her Ocarina of TIme, Skyward Sword or Hyrule Warriors designs. I just really love Zelda, and she would just be really, really cool.

3) Midna + Wolf Link (Zelda) – SO FRIGGIN COOL!!!!

2) Amaterasu (Okami) – Okami was a really, really good game, and Ammy in Smash would be perfect. I close my eyes, and I can picture her moves, her zipping across the stage, her barking at the other characters. And a lot of her moves in Okami could be put directly into the game!

1) Proto Man (Megaman) – I love Megaman so much. It really was amazing for me to see him in Smash, and the way they made him so accurate to the games, even though it clashed with the usual design philosophy of other characters in the Smash? It seemed too good to be true. Now, if they could just do exactly that, but with Rock's rival? That would be PERFECT! Honestly, I would be fine with him having the exact same Robot Master powers as Megaman, but there’s one thing I would definitely have to insist one, if I had any say in the matter: Proto Man is often represented as being more powerful than Megaman, but more fragile. So maybe increase his damage output while also making him lighter to represent that? Idk, but either way, I just really want this character in Smash.

Okay, first thing’s first. Captain N and the Turtles aren’t video game characters by design, and Smash Brothers has always only had video game characters. And yes, that is true, but it doesn’t have to STAY true.

Even if they’re not originally video game characters, they are inextricably tied to video games, by the premise of the Captain N cartoon, and by the fact that the Turtles have had a LOT of good games. Turtles In Time for the arcades and the SNES is considered by many to be one of the best Beat Em Ups of all time. So by the standard of being connected to video games, and to Nintendo’s golden age, they both qualify.

Moreover, I do think that Smash branching out from video game characters as candidates is necessary for the franchise to continue, if it does so after Ultimate, just as they branched out from first party characters.

Also, you may have noticed that there are several characters that are not on this list, being King K Rool, Banjo-Kazooie, Crash Bandicoot and Waluigi. That’s because I personally really don’t care about these characters. And if they did get added, I probably wouldn’t play them, just like probably never going to touch Ridley.

On the flip side of that coin, there were several characters who I REEEEEEALY want to be in Smash Brothers, but I refrained from adding them because they would either be impossible, for not especially viable. And I didn’t want to make this list a waste of everyone’s time by making it 100% self serving. Two of these characters include Fi, from Zelda, and the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. I want to close off this post by saying that, even though these characters being in Smash would make my day, I honestly wouldn’t mind if none of them made it. I everything I could have hoped and more has been delivered in Smash Ultimate. I am so excited to play it, and I have such respect for Sakurai and crew, because it is very clear to me that there is so much love going into this game. December can’t come fast enough! @supersmashbroscentral

#sorry it turned into an essay by the end of it!

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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idk if you are taking requests or will be comfortable with this one but can we get a tom blurb? your a new actress and you have a scene where you have to cliff dive and you accidentally drown because equipment got stock on you and tom has to do cpr?

decided to combine!

Old Friend 2

First Part

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: drowning

Masterlist

Tom left set with one thought that day:

He needed your lips on his again.

He felt weird with his sudden less than platonic feelings for you. You’d been his best friend all his life and now he was wishing you were more.

He ended up getting his wish, but not in the way he imagined.

“Wait up!” A mans voice sounded behind you as you made your way back to set.

You turned around and almost dropped the mountains of scripts you held in your hands. The man helped steady you until you got back on your feet.

“You’re Y/n, right?” He asked.

“Yes, I am. Have we met?” You asked him.

“No. I’m the stunts coordinator.” The man explained. “Kevin needs you to fill in for an extra again.”

“You said you’re a stunt coordinator? I don’t think I’m qualified to do any stunts.” You told him as you struggled to keep the scripts together.

“That’s why Kevin wanted me to get you. You don’t need any qualifications. We just need you to jump into some water.” The man said simply.

“Jump from how high?” You asked skeptically.

“Just a few feet.” He promised. “The cameras will be underwater and that’s what we need to capture. We’re gonna film the actress jumping off a platform that looks like a cliff but we need footage of you under the water. Our actress is being a little difficult about getting her hair wet today.”

“Is it safe?” You implored.

“Very safe. We’ll attach an air tank to you and you’ll be just fine.” The man smiled. You shrugged before feeling the brisk wind chilling you through your sweater.

“I don’t know about the water. It’s freezing out.” You pointed out.

“You’re gonna have a weighted wet suit on under your costume. It’ll keep you warm.” The man assured you. “Will you do it?”

“Sure.” You nodded. It was another chance to be in a marvel movie. “Why not?”

An hour later, you were getting an air tank hooked on to your back as someone zipped your costume over your wetsuit. The suit was heavy and you already felt like lying down. Tom had to film his own scene and couldn’t be there to watch you, but he gave you the biggest hug when you told him and wished you luck.

“Ready?” Kevin asked you and you gave a thumbs up.

“Action!” He called, and you jumped into the water. You twisted your body as you were told as you sank to the bottom. The underwater camera touched your foot unexpectedly, causing you to jolt. Your back hit a rock and the air tank began to make a weird sound. You opened your eyes and could just barely make out the air tank through the murky water. You reached for it in a panic as your back hit the bottom, the air tank on top of you.

Your air tank sat on your chest and held you in place. You tried to maneuver it off of you, but it was too heavy to push. The added pressure from the weighted wet suit kept you pinned to the ground with no way of getting up. You struggled, but it exhausted you. You began to feel sleepy and decided to close your while you waited for the crew to pull you up. Slowly, you closed your eyes and let yourself drift off.

Elsewhere on set, Tom had finished his scene and was constantly checking his phone for an update from you. He sat down by two interns and sent you another text.

“Yeah, I heard it was pretty bad. Like, she came up all blue and stuff.” One of the interns said, catching Tom’s ear.

“Do you think they’ll halt production?” The other one asked.

“Probably not. She wasn’t a main actress or anything. Just some extra.” The first answered.

“What are you guys talking about?” Tom snapped, causing the interns to jump.

“You didn’t hear? An extra totally drowned over on lot B.” One said and the other lightly hit his arm.

“Dude, have some respect. She could be dead.” He said.

“Drowned?” Toms mouth went dry. “You mean the girl shooting the cliff diving scene?”

“Yeah, that one. No one told you?” The intern asked.

“When did this happen?” Tom ignored him question as his palms began to sweat.

“Just now. I heard it on my headset. You didn’t know her, did you?” The kinder intern asked.

“Did you say she was blue?” Tom feared.

“That’s what I heard.” They nodded.

“Move.” Tom pushed past the interns and ran to lot B. He saw a crowd of people gathered around something and began to push his way through. Through all the shouting and people, Tom found you lying on the floor with purple lips and a pale face. He immediately got down on his knees and held two fingers to your neck until he felt your pulse; weak, but there.

“What happened?” He demanded and looked around for someone to blame.

“We don’t know. She never came up for air. We think the equipment got stuck on her.” The stunt coordinator said sheepishly. He could tell Tom was furious and he had been the one who got you to do the scene.

“How long was she under?” Tom asked as he took off his jacket and wrapped you in it.

“Three, maybe four minutes? It wasn’t long. I don’t know why she isn’t waking up.” Someone else answered.

“What’s being done to help her?” Tom said angrily. “She’s purple for Christ’s sake.”

“Alec did chest compressions and Jenna called the medic. They said they’d be here in five.” The stunt coordinator offered as he bent down next to you.

“I don’t have five minutes.” Tom shook his head and put a hand on your chest.

“Tom-“ the coordinators moved his hand.

“Move.” Tom ordered. He put the heel of his hand on the center of your rib cage and laced his hands together. He began doing chest compressions for thirty seconds. He felt your pulse again but felt no improvement.

“You should really wait for the medic.” The coordinator said weakly. Tom looked at him with a burning anger.

“And you should really make sure your extras don’t drown in your watch.” Tom snapped before turning his attention back to you.

“Next time I kiss you, you better be awake.” Tom muttered before putting his mouth over yours. He blew into it until he felt your chest rise and began doing compressions again.

“Come on, Y/n. Wake up. Show me your eyes.” Tom begged while he did another 30 seconds of compressions.

“Please, darling. Let me see your eyes.” He asked again and he began to press harder.

Finally, a cough and a sputter caused you to open your eyes. They connected with Toms and a sleepy smile dawned on your face.

“Good morning.” You said softly as relief flooded into Toms eyes. He let out a grateful laugh.

“You’re okay.” He said as he pulled you into a tight hug. The crowd began to back away to give you space.

“I thought you were only a hero in the movies?” You giggled into his ear, making him hug you tighter.

“Well my damsel was in distress.” Tom replied. He held you close to him as he walked you back to the trailer, his hand never leaving your back.

He was silent on the e way there, so you stayed silent as well. It wasn't until you were inside that he diced to speak.

“Hey, can we talk?” Tom asked in a strange voice when you got back to his trailer.

“Sure, what about?” You asked. Tom stood there awkwardly as he searched for the right words. He stuttered for a moment and tripped over his words until he finally spit it out.

“You drowned.” He said as if it were the strangest thing in the world.

“I know. I better win an Oscar for this movie.” You laughed lightly, stopping when Tom didn’t laugh as well.

“It’s not funny.” He stated.

“I’m not joking. Playing ‘Girl Number 2’ has proven to be a real challenge and I deserve some recognition for it.” You said playfully as you cleaned up Toms trailer the same way you used to clean up his room so his mom would allow him to stay out a little later.

“You could’ve died, Y/n.” Tom said gravely.

“But I didn’t.” You quipped. “No harm, no foul right?”

“How was there no harm? When I got to you, you weren’t breathing. Your face was purple and your-“ Tom stopped yelling when he saw you back away from him in fear. “-your heart was barely beating.”

“Hey, Tommy.” You brought out his childhood nickname and rested your hands on his face, making him look at you. “It’s okay. It’s beating now. Here, feel.” You rested his hand over your heartbeat and let him feel it.

“I was really worried. Like, really really worried. I’ve known you all my life. I thought, for a minute there, we were gonna be pulled apart again right as we were brought back together. Right as I started to…” he trailed off. “It doesn’t matter. I just kept thinking of the day when you told me you were moving and how hard we both cried. I remember telling my mom I’d never see my best friend again. I got that same feeling when I saw you lying there, like I was loosing my best friend and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I was really, really worried.” His eyes got glassy with tears and you decided humor would cheer him up.

“Hey, at least you didn’t wet your pants ag-“ Tom grabbed your face and kissed you firmly before you could finish your sentence.

“Woah.” You smiled shyly.

“At least you were breathing this time.” Tom said mostly to himself.

“Am I supposed to know what the means?” You raised an eyebrow, still in his embrace.

“It doesn’t matter.” Tom shook his head head with a happy smile. “I’m just happy you’re okay, old friend.”

“We’re not friends anymore, are we?” You asked coyly.

Tom smiled warmly and rested his hands on your waist.

“I guess we’re a little more.” He grinned.

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Javelina Jundred – Race Wrap Up

Well, it was a pretty unique race to say the least. My first experiencing running 100 miles last year was much different. A point to point, from Flagstaff to the Grand Canyon in the AZ high country, with a total of about 50 racers. To this past weekend, a total of about 600 runners, a looped course, a nutty halfway point aid station, costumes, a party scene at the start/finish line, in the Sonoran Desert. Couldn’t really have been much closer to completely opposite, but, at the end, it was the same, we finished the race in a day, and I came out as a different person than what I started. Of course, many thanks to https://www.aravaiparunning.com/ for putting on an amazing event. To all the aid station volunteers, medical staff, safety folks and hundreds of help throughout the entire weekend, we appreciate it all. To the incredible participants, no matter what distant you ran, or toed the line for, congratulations on showing up and getting outside of your comfort zone; it was a pleasure sharing the day and night with so many of you. To Jimmy Dean, Todd, Jeff, and Andrew, who I all spent some time with on the course, thank you for keeping me going and, it was such a pleasure sharing some miles with you. You guys are incredible. To the dude dressed up as a devil, yes there were many folks in costumes, including Fred Flintstone, actually carrying a makeshift car around, but the dude dressed as the devil, that took some hallucinogenic aids prior to start, that laughed straight while we were running for about a mile, hope you finished safe, together, and mentally stable 😊!!! Yikes! It was an experience all together. The folks dressed in costume where a trip; the party going on at Jackass Junction and Javelina Jeadquarters was refreshing each time I passed it by, keep you going. You didn’t want to stay too long at either and get sucked it, but you did want to take a minute and soak up the experience a bit; was weird, exciting, freaky, and fun. Shared a number of laughs throughout the 100 miles with many people.

The biggest bit of gratitude, of course, goes out to the best crew out there, and, hands down, the best damn pacer in the ultra-community. I will begin with Isabella, my eldest daughter, although she was back east for her birthday weekend, she set an alarm, to wake up at 815am PA time to call me, 515am AZ time, before the race started to wish me the best. Something has to be said about your 15-year-old daughter making that sacrifice; may not mean much to others but meant the world to me. She even made it back Monday morning to celebrate her birthday with her Godfather (aka best pacer) Bryan Shane and I; at least for a few hours before she crashed the rest of the day. I guess she was tired from the long weekend……. Bryan and I had no sympathy 😊!!! To my youngest daughter Alaina, I am so proud of you. She hung out Friday night for a few hours and then was back to see my finish my first loop, Saturday morning and didn’t leave our basecamp until after 1am Sunday morning; only to come back by 630am to watch us finish it up. Not a complaint, from what I was told, the entire time. She got me food, water, and clothes when I came in each loop and was a breath of fresh air each time I got to see her.

Robin – no matter what shape I might be during these races, you are my rock. So steady, even, and calm and I know, you know, the shit that I am processing. And, you make it seem like, “cool, get some fluids, food, body good……. great, see you in a couple of hours.” No bullshit just get to work and that is what I am so grateful for, with you, during these races, and, in many times life. You help me understand not to make it more than what it is, and that is running 100 miles. We knew what we were out there to do, we knew we had plenty of time to get it done, and, you were making sure we were focused on getting it done, not anything more. In these moments, when my mind may not be clear and focused on the task, you bring it perspective. Thanks for all the sacrifices you continue to invest into this sport and me. I see it, I understand it, and I am grateful for it.

Bryan – what can I say brother, we got another one under our belt, wasn’t pretty all the time but we have another story to tell. Your support at base camp was remarkable, and, even though at the moment when you were inflicting tremendous pain and discomfort rolling out my legs, it/you kept me going. You ensured I was getting what I needed, when I needed it, and knew where my mind was. Having you there, someone that understands this shit as much as you do, is a difference maker. On the trail, we had our moments of laughter, smiles, and fun. There were moments of silence, suck, and suffering. An incredible sunset, moonrise, and sunrise (twice 😉). We had some of our deep conversations, like we sometimes do, about the kids, life, how grateful we are, and the journey that we are so blessed to be on. Having you to be able to share these moments with, as I said in the texts leading up to it, “it’s special.”

For me, having these four (sort of) to share this type of experience is amazing. Listen, I did 6 ultra-marathons’ in 2018 and the 100-mile distance is a special, special experience. Now, this was only my 2nd, but I have been fortunate enough to share it with the same crew (minus a few folks….). There are always special moments and events we can be fortunate to share with those we love. However, when you have the opportunity to combine something you are incredibly passionate about, that has the ability to push you beyond thresholds, and share that experience with so many that you love, well, that is pretty friggin special!!!!! How great is that? As I write this, the experience still hasn’t set in, but I do feel a bigger sense of fulfillment this year than last. I made a commitment this year, to let it soak in; to enjoy it; and to really, really reflect and appreciate what we did. It is a big deal and sometimes, I am not good at giving myself enough credit. I am making a point this time to do it.

I will share though, for all the stuff that I am grateful for with the race, it was a grind, and I am truly, truly grateful for that!! Maybe a little off statement, right? But it was, from about mile 18 on, all those things you expect to have happen in an ultra, well, they happened, in some form. It started w/ the knees, then the quads, then the hips and then the calves; and for most of the race I was battling something with the stomach, that just wasn’t right. So, most of the race, there were no surprises. Even after 80 miles, when the bottoms of my feet, and most of my toes, began blistering, I still wasn’t surprised. Sure, it hurt, there was pain, and I even bitched a bit to Bryan and then we just laughed it off, because, no matter what was going on with my body, which, again, wasn’t out of the ordinary for this type of race, I didn’t let my mind sit in a valley for more than a second. Yes, climbing a technical section with blisters on your feet, rocks shifting, sucked; wanting to run and your legs just not listening to your mind is incredibly frustrating; trying everything you’ve heard and learned to get your stomach to settled with nothing working can be a bitch, it they were all as they sound; but we acknowledge it, and we pushed it away, made it to the next aid station, and kept moving forward. Overall, it wasn’t terrible, because again, there were no surprises. I guess the blisters were a bit out of the ordinary since over the last year, I haven’t had an issue there but, it has been a year since I went this distance. But the frustrations didn’t linger and that is the mental part. I had mentioned last week, I was taking the time to focus on the mental part of the race and that investment helped. Last week, I knew there was going to be shit that I was going to have to overcome. By running through some of those scenarios, and most of them we covered, I was prepared to handle them. Even the heat, I think it was in the high 80’s maybe, it hit 90 and that is one of the big factors that causes so many to drop in this race. Hell, of the 600+ to start, 360 finished, just over 50%. From 1030am to about 4pm it was hot, but we knew what we had to do; ice on the neck, keep the body cold with ice wherever you can, ice in the bottles, and ice-cold sponge baths at each station. I think we did a good job keeping the body cooled and stating hydrated. So much so that when the sun went down it got a little chilly. You will see in the picture me with some long sleeves on for the last 20 miles.

This was special because of whom I got to share it with; but it was also special because, no matter what the son-of-a-bitch through at us, we pushed through it. I remember, at a point where I was battling through something, I was talking about “the plan” and Bryan said, “a plan is always great until you get punched in the face.” That was a giggle moment 😊!!! But that is exactly the point. Last week I talked about having a plan, but I knew it was going to get tossed out the window. And, true to the ultramarathon stigma, I got punched in the face……………………But, we punched back, and kept moving forward. There are so many moving parts to finishing a 100-mile race; so many things will go wrong and so much shit will inevitably happen. Having put in the work, having the right team with you, having the right mindset, and being grateful can take you a long way, appreciating where you are, at each step, when that plan goes south and letting go of what’s to come, helps you enjoy the journey so much more; and, is a much better story to tell.

“All of life is an ultramarathon.” – Moe Beaulieu

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