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oddsconvert · 2 years

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for ronan (about both whumpees): 🏷️🚪🏃

for izaak: 👕🐶🚪🏃🤔

From this ask game!

Ronan:

🏷️ - Does your Whumpee have any markings that make it clear who they belong to?

"Well, I found that abhorrent brand on Henley's chest that I'm not best pleased about. That's not staying, I'm getting rid of it. Another man's mark on my property is absurd. He'll bare my mark soon enough; my family crest. Izaak too. They're my property.

🚪- Is your Whumpee allowed any sort of privacy?

"Do they really need any? Deserve any, even? They get the door locked, left alone for however long I'm sleeping at night and that's it, if they want their precious privacy. I watch the security footage in the morning to make sure no dodgy shit or scheming has been going on...I guess even then that's not privacy, is it?

Can't be too careful at the end of the day. They'll only abuse too much freedom and trust."

🏃 - What would you do if your Whumpee ever tried to leave you? Or what have you done if they’ve already tried?

"The key is to corrupt their thinking and make them believe that in some warped way... what you're offering them in captivity is an immeasurable gift. In comparison to what you could do.

And that's why if either of the little brats tried to escape, I'd send them to the brink of death. I don't even want to hear the pleas for mercy or to spare their life, I just want to know that they nearly went there - they nearly reached the other side for a brief moment. Drag that fear out of them where only that clouds their judgement and they couldn't fathom ever doing it again. Because staying means less pain."

Izaak's answers below :)

Izaak

👕- Is your Whumpee only allowed to wear what you choose? If so, what do you normally choose?

"He gets what he's given and he doesn't get to complain. Some owners would leave him with nothing. I won't splash out unnecessary money on a pet, he gets hand me downs and old clothes I'd bin otherwise. They're mostly torn apart, ripped and too big for him but he's got clothes at least.

I don't really allow him to wear tops or jumpers unless it's freezing cold. I find it gets in the way if he needs to be punished. Easier to have quick access to him."

🐶- Do you use a collar and/or some kind of leash on your Whumpee? Why or why not? (I'm answering this one from current Izaak perspective <3)

"He was my pet. Of fucking course he had a collar and leash. It was a thick, black leather collar with a large D ring on the front, and the leash was just to either keep him in place or drag him where I wanted to take him. None of that electric shock stuff, that's cowardly. Owners that use those are amateurs, can't even train their pets without some little device doing all their work for them.

I'd like to point out he cried like a bitch and tried to put his collar back on when I was prepping him ready for Ronan to collect. Heartbroken that I was taking it away from him."

🚪- Is your Whumpee allowed any sort of privacy?

"The teeniest bit. I don't wanna see him change, or clean, or any other grody crap. I leave him to his own business for that, I'm not his carer or his babysitter.

Other than that, I do watch him like a hawk. He won't try anything, I'm certain. He's well past that shit but... I won't let my guard down enough to give him the opportunity".

🏃- What would you do if your Whumpee ever tried to leave you? Or what have you done if they've already tried?

"He has tried. And failed. Back when he was still new and learning. I'm pretty sure he's got the scars to prove it, physical and mental. (A/N: Not gonna go too much into detail bc I may be delving into this for chapter three <3).

I promised him if he ever tried to run again, I'd paralyse him any whatever way I deemed fit. Whether I needed to break his legs, fuck around with his spine, dose him with paralytics. And I swore to him that I'd go after his family so even if by some miracle he made it? Where would he have to go back to... he'd be stuck."

🤔- How do you think your Whumpee really feels about you do you? Do you care?

"He's told me time and time again how he hates my guts, wants to see me keel over and die - blah blah blah. I couldn't give less of a shit. He's too scared to tell me that anymore and that's all that matters. As long as I've got myself a well-behaved pet, that's all I care about."

#SECOND TIME POSTING THIS IS THE CHARM 💀#And im so sorry but theyre just -#theyre just both horrific people...#ty for the ask 🥰#answered asks #a taste of your own medicine #whumper ask game #possessive whumper asks

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cobaltusami · 3 years

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Tropical Vacation pt. 4

Hey hi hello! I meant to post this earlier but my dumbass forgot to. There Is no tickling in this part but this Is the part where they meet!

Something important to note: I have not completed the second game, So this probably won't make sense because I've probably not seen some huge plot twist yet. I apologize. This Is happening In an alternate universe anyway so hopefully that doesn't take away from the story too much!

Characters In this part: All of class 78, Hajime, Fuyuhiko, Mahiru, Hiyoko, Ibuki, Nekomaru, Akane, Chiaki, Sonia, Nagito. (The rest of class 77 Is there but not mentioned by name.)

Word count: 2,247

Part 1: [Click or tap here!] Part 2: [Click or tap here!] Part 3: [Click or tap here!] Part 4: You are here.

Once they all assembled at the gym, Monokuma appeared on the stage.

“Thank you all for coming to my ted talk!” He greeted. “And for the splitting headache I now have thanks to you four over there.” He pointed to Mondo, Hiro, Taka and Sakura. Mondo and Hiro chuckled while Sakura blushed.

“I have gathered you all here for a very special surprise!”

“We know what you said in the announcement, can you just get on with it?” Leon rolled his eyes at the mismatched bear.

“Well, Someone’s pushy today. I guess my feng shui isn’t working as well as I’d hoped.” he sounded dejected. “Which Incidentally, Is the subject of today’s meeting!”

“Don’t tell me, You’re gonna throw more sand around?” Hina asked with a small giggle, nudging Sakura.

Sakura flinched hard from the contact, her nerves still on fire from earlier. “M-Monokuma… we are not interested In your decorating escapades.” she mumbled.

“I guess you’re right… It’s not nearly as interesting as watching you getting ti--”

“Sh-Shut up!” She stammered, blushing.

“What about your decorating, Monokuma?” Kyoko sighed, realizing this meeting may never end If she didn’t step In and get it back on track.

“Puhuhuhuhu…” Monokuma giggled. “See? Someone cares about--”

“Just get on with It.” Kyoko interrupted, quickly losing her patience.

“Fine, You’re all no fun…” The bear moped for a moment before clearing his throat. “I called you all here to tell you that I’ve redecorated again! Once you leave the Gym you should notice a whole new world out there…” He said ominously.

“This Is a waste of my time.” Byakuya huffed. “I’m going back to the library.”

“Oh but before you do that, I must warn you…” Monokuma sounded like he was grinning as he spoke. “There are other students out there, much different than the group you’re all used to.”

“D-Did you ge-get another p-p-pool floaty or some-something?” Toko rolled her eyes.

“Something like that.” He called vaguely after the students who were exiting the room.

But imagine their surprise when they opened the doors only to be met with bright sunlight, the sound of waves crashing, and seagulls cawing.

A/N I'm not sure how Monokuma Houdini'd this, he probably stole Usami's spare magic stick--

“W-What the!?” Byakuya jolted back with a surprised gasp.

“W-What happened to the school?!” Makoto stammered.

“Puhuhu… What do you think? After your lukewarm response before, I took your criticisms into account and redecorated! Pretty realistic huh?”

Hina, Kyoko and Makoto stepped out, looking around. “G-Guys? It’s actually real.” Hina stammered, shocked.

“No shit, How could Monokuma have faked it!?” Mondo retorted, walking out with them.

Hina scanned the area enthusiastically then squealed. “Sakura! Come out here! There’s a beach!” she announced as she bounced back in the doorway.

Sakura followed her best friend out again. “It’s… pretty.”

Leon, Hiro, Celeste, Sayaka, Taka and Chihiro all followed them out, looking around curiously.

Chihiro giggled happily. “It’s so nice here!” they beamed, twirling around once in the gentle breeze.

“Look at the water! It’s so blue!” Sayaka smiled.

Toko took one look at the water and began to back up nervously, she looked to Byakuya trying to gauge his reaction to all of this.

“This Is some kind of trick. I’m not falling for It.” Byakuya huffed irritably.

“I don’t know, It looks pretty real to me.” Hifumi commented as he stepped outside.

Hina looked to Toko and noticed how nervous she seemed. she smiled, reaching her hand out for the writer. “Come on Toko! Come with us. I won’t let anything happen to you!”

Toko blushed, stammering awkwardly. “I-I don’t ne-need your protection, M-Meathead!” She chided.

Most people would be offended by this, Hina knew by now that this was just how Toko was. She stepped back through the doors. “Come on Toko~ don’t you wanna just feel the fresh air for even a few seconds? It feels great out here!”

The writer did in fact, want to feel the fresh air. She looked to Byakuya silently for his opinion again.

“Do what you want, I certainly don’t want you In here.” He said coldly, crossing his arms.

She looked back at Hina and shakily took her hand, stepping outside with her.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna join them?” Monokuma asked the Progeny.

“This Is some kind of Motive, and I’m not dumb enough to fall for it like they are.”

“Yeah no.” Mondo grabbed a hold of Byakuya’s arm, dragging him outside. “You aren’t staying where we can’t keep an eye on ya, We all agreed to stick together.” He muttered.

Toko actually smiled as she stood In the sunlight with Hina. “I-It does fe-feel really g-good out here…” she admitted.

“See? It’s not so scary.” Hina beamed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Sakura smiled at the two, glad they were getting along for the time being and she didn’t have to kick Toko’s ass for saying anything too off handed to the swimmer.

“L-Let go of me!” Byakuya growled, ripping away from the biker, as he turned around to go back inside the doors closed with Monokuma standing in front of them. “Open the doors. I’m going back inside.”

“No you aren’t.” Monokuma announced, All the students turned to him questioningly. “Consider this a school field trip! You’re going to be staying here for the next few days while I make actual changes to the school.”

“Stay where exactly? This Is just an island.” Makoto asked.

“I’m glad you asked, Unlucky one! Across this bridge Is a park, and through magical gate number one Is an island with a hotel. The hotel Is where you’re all set up to stay.” Monokuma explained. “But be caaaareful… There are other students on this island that aren’t as hospitable as you are. They’re cold blooded killers who’ve already had a few trials.”

Makoto felt his blood run cold as he looked to Kyoko for comfort, her face was it’s usual iron mask.

“I’d love to stay here and chat with you all, but your teacher should be here shortly to show you the way.” Monokuma sighed. “Enjoy yourselves! Try not to kill for at least a few hours, I have some surprises to prepare for when you get back!” with that he disappeared. Leaving behind the group of concerned students.

“H-He’s totally joking about the other students… right?” Hiro asked, nervously smiling.

“He has to be, There’s no way he can watch over us and a whole other class at the same time.” Makoto replied.

“I shouldn’t have listened to you!” Toko cried, pulling her hand away from Hina. “I-I should ha-have known y-you were m-m-making the wrong ch-choice!”

“Toko, Easy! It’s gonna be okay!” Hina tried to reassure the walking ball of anxiety. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, And I mean It!”

They didn’t have any more time to panic when Usami appeared. “Hello students!” She greeted cheerfully, the group quieted down and looked at the pink and white bunny in total confusion.

“Oh god, There’s more of ‘em?!” Mondo asked.

“M-More of them? You aren’t comparing me to that awful Monokuma, Are you?” Usami sobbed. “I would never do anything as vile as him!”

“Who are you?” Kyoko asked.

“My name Is Usami, I am your soft and squeezable teacher! It’s nice to meet you all!” She beamed. “I am very happy to have you all here!”

“Monokuma said there were other students on the island… Is that true?” Makoto asked.

“Yes, Ah but don’t worry! They aren’t at all as he says!” Usami quickly corrected. “They are wonderful kids! They’ve taken a stand against Monokuma by not participating In his horrible games…”

Makoto let out a small breath of relief. “We’re the same, We haven’t killed anyone either.” He informed the plushie.

Usami giggled happily. “Love, Love! That’s wonderful to hear! Come with me, I’ll take you to the others to get you all acquainted!” She announced as she began to walk towards the bridge.

The students reluctantly followed, not seeing much of a choice. As they made the trek to the other island Usami asked for all of their names, giving them each a compliment on how nice their name was.

It was such a stark contrast to what they were used to with Monokuma, which only made them more suspicious and uneasy about this whole thing.

They arrived at the front of the beach house, and they could hear yelling and laughing, mixed in with some shrieks of surprise coming from whatever was behind the house.

“It sounds like they’re out on the beach!” Usami observed, leading them around to the beach and sure enough, they were. They were having a water gun and balloon fight.

Hajime shrieked as he got pelted by three different people, turning away to protect his face with a laugh. When he opened his eyes he was looking at the other class and Usami.

The students abruptly stopped their shenanigans and looked to the group.

“Everyone, This Is the class Monokuma mentioned before!” Usami announced. “Come introduce yourselves!”

Ibuki was the first to step forward, her eyes wide in shock. “Sayaka??? Is that you??” she gasped.

Sayaka’s eyes also widened as she too stepped forward. “Ibuki? Ibuki Mioda??”

There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other in disbelief, but then they squealed and ran to hug each other. “Ibuki, I’m so happy to see you!”

“Ibuki Is happy to see you too!”

“Ibuki? You know her?” Hajime asked curiously.

“Yes! We were In the same music group before Ibuki left to pursue a solo career.” Ibuki explained, pulling away from the singer.

Leon eyed Nekomaru, shocked. “C-Coach Nekomaru?” He stammered.

Nekomaru blinked, seemingly his face clicked In his head. “LEON KUWATA!” He shouted. “Oh man, It’s been a while! C’mere you!”

Leon smiled nervously as he approached Nekomaru, being pulled into a powerful hug.

Hajime seemed a bit more at ease about the situation as Sonia was the next to step up. “Hello! My name Is Sonia Nevermind! It is wonderful to meet you all!” She greeted cheerfully.

“Whoa,” Akane looked at Sakura with stars in her eyes. “You look super strong!”

“Th-Thank you.” Sakura smiled a bit. “My name Is Sakura Ogami, What Is your name?”

“Oh! Right! I’m Akane Owari, Ultimate Gymnast.” She introduced herself. “Hey, Wanna fight??”

Nekomaru approached them, gently pulling Akane back. “Easy tiger, go introduce yourself to the rest of the class.”

She pouted as she did as he asked.

“Sorry about her, She’s really Into sparring.” Nekomaru laughed. “I’m Nekomaru Nidai! Ultimate team manager! You’re the Ultimate Martial artist, Yeah?”

Sakura was a bit caught off guard. “Yes, How did you…?”

“I’ve watched you fight.” He admitted with a chuckle.

Makoto stared at Nagito. Why did he look so familiar to him?

“Hi, I’m Nagito Komaeda! I’m the Ultimate Lucky student. Nice to meet you!” He introduced himself. Man, he even sounds familiar.

Makoto jumped In surprise. There could be two of the same ultimate?! Though he supposed they DID do this lottery before… “U-Uh, Hi! I’m Makoto Naegi. Ultimate Lucky Student.” He smiled sheepishly at the surprised look on Nagito’s face.

“Really?? Another Ultimate Lucky student? WOW! So my theory was correct.” Nagito said thoughtfully. “I’m really not an Ultimate after all!”

“W-What?” Makoto stuttered, taken off guard by how cheerful he seemed about this. “N-No uh, I was picked at random for a lottery. You’re probably the real--”

Chiaki grabbed Nagito by the arm and yanked him away to give him a lecture while Hajime and Fuyu took his spot. “Sorry about him, He’s on a kick about being trash.” He explained with a sigh.

“Man, and I thought Makoto had low self esteem…” Hina mumbled, giggling at the side eye she received from him.

“I’m Hajime Hinata, I don’t know what my Ultimate Is.” He offered his hand to shake.

“I’m Makoto Naegi. Nice to meet you!” He beamed, his eyes flickered to Fuyuhiko, who still looked a bit uneasy about this situation.

Hajime looked at the blond and gently nudged him. “Go on, It’s okay.”

Fuyu stepped forward and looked up at Makoto-- It’s not every day that someone has to look up at him so he was slightly amused. “My name Is Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, I’m the Ultimate Yakuza.” He introduced, stepping back. Hajime put his arm around Hiko’s shoulders and pulled him into his side to comfort him, sensing he was uneasy.

Mahiru, who had been scared initially, seemed much more lax now as she and Hiyoko introduced themselves to the group.

Once the rest of the group had been introduced, Usami turned to the students. “I should show you to the hotel so you can settle in your rooms!”

“Ibuki can do It!” Ibuki bounced excitedly.

“I will go too!” Sonia volunteered.

Usami giggled. “Very well! I’ll let you two show them. Their rooms have their names on the doors. I must go prepare something, but I will be back to check In on you!” She reassured, disappearing just as Monokuma does.

“Follllooow Ibuki!”

After getting settled In, the Hope’s peak students found that some of their stuff was already in their rooms, also the rooms were much nicer than their school dorms. It was definitely gonna take some time to get used to being able to see sunlight, but It was certainly going to be a nice change for a while.

Tomorrow they would be getting more acquainted with the students that inhabit the island.

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starship-squidlet · 3 years

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Twelfth Night: Chapter Eleven, Pipers Piping

Summary: Back to work after Christmas! Things are a little tense, but everyone is just ready for the show to end...

Word count: 1,722

Disclaimer: Twelfth Night Preface

Tag list: @the-cowbi @prettyinlimegreenboots @fifty-for-the-racer @aggressive-bucky-barnes-stan (ask to be added/removed!)

A/N: Second to last chapter! This story has flown by so fast... I’m going to post the preface to the next story (The Green Fields of France, which will start posting 1/14 probably) I’m working on either tonight or tomorrow, so if you’re interested in being tagged in that please let me know!!! The sequel to Twelfth Night, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, will becoming at some point towards the end of February/early March, so keep an eye out for that as well!!! (Also coming soon: Space Pirates AU, and the New Music spinoff #2 and sequel!) Feel free to reach out and chat if you’re interested in knowing more about any of those, or if you want to be tagged when they’re posted!!!

Anyways, I hope this chapter isn’t too boring! It’s a lot of exposition and internal monologue because... at this point in a show... that’s about all you feel like doing 😂

Joke of the Day: What’s black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white? A penguin rolling down a hil!!!

Previous chapter: Lords A-Leaping

Next chapter: Drummers Drumming

No-one wanted to go to work on the twenty-sixth. Since Christmas Day had been so drowsy, they’d all had a hard time sleeping that night, so dragging themselves out of bed to get ready for work had been challenging. There was no lack of envy for Will, Alden, and Alan, who didn’t have to be in until two hours later than the others, although they still got up at the same time in a show of solidarity. Jack, Crutchie, and Elaine had to drag themselves down the block to the parking lot, almost completely silent save for the odd yawn or wordless grumble that escaped as they drove to the theatre. Inside, everyone else was just as still and quiet as they were—a “Christmas hangover”, as Race put it.

Jack moved through his pre-show preparations like he was moving through soup. Everything seemed more difficult than it should be, even simple things like rolling the cart-mounted carousel horses across the wagon house or rigging the carnival games. Elaine trudged through the wagon house, dragging the z-rack full of freshly-pressed dress shirts and scowling as the first performers began to arrive and fill the wagon house with their chatter—although even they weren’t as loud as normal. Not that anyone on the crew was complaining about that.

The only group that had even close to its normal level of energy was the child and teenage performers, who burst through the door in small packs, each one its own explosion of noise and color and force. Behind one of the little groups—the one containing one Leslie Jacobs—Jack had to hide a grin at the sight of an utterly exhausted-looking Davey Jacobs. When Davey caught sight of Jack, he perked up and smiled, giving the other man a small wave, before vanishing into the stairwell. A few minutes later, he was back, and sat down next to Jack on the bench by the stage right door with a sigh.

“How was your break?” Jack laughed.

“Well, we kind of crammed everything about Hanukkah—besides the candles; we did those during Hanukkah, but didn’t have time for anything else between working and finals and everything—into the past three days, and spent a lot of time on video chat with our parents. They wanted to come home, but decided it was probably best to just wait until the show closed because a lot of the time a second round of sick goes through in the last week just because everyone’s exhausted.”

“Great,” Jack groaned.

They watched Albert and Elaine walk past and pointedly ignore each other. Both of them arched their eyebrows at the odd interaction—or, rather, lack thereof—and watched the two head their separate directions.

“That was weird,” Davey observed.

“Yeah… I’m not really sure what it’s about. They were fine earlier.” Jack looked around and waved JoJo over. “Hey, what’s up with Albert and Elaine.”

JoJo shrugged. “Who knows. We’re all exhausted. They always fight when they’re tired. It’s probably nothing.”

Before the break, Jack had thought that the final Sunday’s show had been the slowest of the run. He had been wrong. The first show back was the slowest one—literally and figuratively; not only did it feel like it was dragging on, but, upon checking the time on his phone (repeatedly) he realized that was actually taking longer than normal to get through the show.

“Does the music sound slower to you?” he asked Race and Albert at one point as they moved the stage right house into place for a scene.

“Definitely,” Race grumbled.

“Even the band is out of patience with the show,” said Albert.

The second act, despite the high-energy start with the dancing and singing elves, things seemed to get even slower. From Race’s headset, Jack could hear the stage manager complaining about the lack of energy and speed—very loudly—and had to laugh. There was nothing to be done about it, after all.

The second show wasn’t much better, although the tempo picked up a little bit. They were still a few minutes longer than their normal run time, but had halved the amount of time that the day’s first show ran over.

For the rest of the week, things slowly moved closer and closer to normal. Everyone was still quiet and a bit lackluster, but the onstage energy picked up considerably the more shows they did—and the closer to closing they got. No-one ever figured out why Elaine and Albert were mad at each other, and Jack had a sneaking suspicion even the two of them wouldn’t have been able to answer if asked, but they were back to their normal scheming selves in a few days. Jack and Race decided to thank Mike, Ike, and JoJo for that, as another snowball war had been started—although this one was a stealth version that involved sneaking up on people before, after, and between shows; during intermissions; and even during lulls in the shows themselves and snipe-shotting one’s opponent with one of the little stuffed snowballs. Elaine always had a snow-puff in one of her apron pockets, and Albert kept at least one in the cargo pockets of his pants at all times. Jack guessed that Mike, Ike, JoJo, and Romeo—who was drawn into the war a little later—kept them on their persons most of the time as well. He never quite got used to the sight of fist-sized balls of fluff flying past his face in the middle of carrying props across the wagon house, usually followed by a startled yelp.

To everyone’s surprise, Elaine was the best participant in the war, and, when they were scolded by Weisel and called the competition off, she was declared MVP. Despite self-professed bad aim and poor depth perception—which the others could confirm, as other accuracy-based games that were played amongst the crew had illustrated her poor performance in these categories over the past months—she was scarily accurate with the light snow-puffs. It became common for her opponents to be in the middle of a conversation only to have a small ball of fiberfill and faux fur hit them in the back or head and to see a giggling, grinning Elaine dart around a corner or into a stairwell on the far side of the wagon house.

As they counted down to their final show, it was almost like everyone’s breath was held at the same time. The shows started to get faster now, and the protests by the stage manager over headset became pleas to slow down rather than speed up. Even the dancers commented on the increase in tempo, coming off from the tap number and elf sections breathless, sweaty, and laughing. A new energy seemed to be building up amongst both cast and crew, and Jack felt himself getting caught up in it without even noticing, the sort of energy that came with a storm on the horizon, with a wave about to crest in the ocean—with any sort of impending change.

Yet, with that nervous energy came an odd undercurrent of sorrow. As awful as so many of the parts of the show and its run had felt, as draining as the experience had been, as much as Jack wanted to be able to take a few days and just sleep—even though he knew that half of January was packed full of concerts and tours so he wouldn’t be able to do so for long—he was sad to see the show ending. Les Mis hadn’t felt like this, at least not that he could remember. He had felt ambivalent to tear that set apart after the final show, and happy to run his track for the final time. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had spent more time and energy working on the Christmas build, or just because he had grown so much more attached to the people he worked (and lived) with during this run, but he was truly sorry to see it go.

December 29th, 2019 was the second-to-last night of shows. Most of the performers spent more time than usual in the dressing rooms after the show, collecting personal belongings to take home with them. Many of them would be leaving the city or even state the next day, after the final show, heading for jobs at other theatres, as most of them weren’t permanent residents—the exceptions being two of the male singers, along with Alan, Alden, Will, and the show captain—of Santa Fe. One of the kid casts had had their final show the day before and had said tearful goodbyes to the adult cast members, each other, and even some of the crew. Some of them had returned tonight to see some of their friends on the other cast, and another round of tears went through the wagon house. Tonight’s kids cast had laid out their show t-shirts on the wagon house carpet and asked everyone to sign them. To his surprise, even Jack had been asked to sign several, and had reluctantly given in and done so.

Another reason that the ending of the show was particularly bittersweet, for Jack and his roommates, was that Will had told them, a few weeks earlier, that he would be moving back home to London in January, after accepting a job there. Despite jokes about having more space in the apartment and one less person to share the bathroom with, everyone was sad to see him leave, even Jack and Crutchie, despite only having known him for a few months. As the penultimate show drew to a close, Jack couldn’t help but notice Alan, Alden, and Elaine’s misty eyes as they prepared to say goodbye to their long-time friend and partner. He swallowed a lump in his own throat. It would certainly be strange to not hear Will’s accent somehow always discernible through the chatter of the entire cast, or run into him heading for the bathroom in the middle of the night at home. He’d be around for another week before leaving—it wasn’t like he was flying out after the last show, like most of the others, but quite suddenly it felt very much like he was going to be gone before they knew it. Maybe, Jack thought, that the show they had almost felt would go on forever was finally coming to an end…

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thewritingdungeon · 4 years

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Discordancy #1

SUMMARY: Hawkeye has a long and varied past. He’s been a carnie, a spy, a superhero, even a brainwashed soldier. He also was, no matter how much he hates to admit it, an ex-criminal. It’s a part of his past he moved on from long ago and hoped he could just forget ever happened. But when an old associate contacts him for help, Clint is reminded that not everything he had so desperately tried to leave behind was something bad.

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Clint Barton/OFC

WORD COUNT: 2,590

WARNINGS: heavy petting

"I can't believe that worked, you beautiful bastard!" Eris cries out, draping herself in the passenger seat. "That was such a rush, I could kiss you right now!"

Clint gives an easy smile in response, leaning back now that he has the luxury of driving slower. "By all means, don't fight it if you—"

The rest of his words are lost as his face is abruptly turned and his mouth covered by soft lips pressing eagerly against his. His lips part in silent surprise, and Eris takes the opportunity to dart her tongue in to swipe against his, bringing with it a taste of smoke and cinnamon he somehow finds intoxicating. But before he can register her actions enough to kiss back, Eris is pulling away, a grin on her lips and fire in her eyes.

He should have known right then and there that she'd be trouble for him.

Clint shook the memory off as he looked up at the nondescript hotel looming above him then back down at the text that had made its way onto his phone.

Hey Francis,

Long time, no chat! Just thought I'd see how you've been doing. How's the wife? Everest is lonely without your jokes, but I'm still climbing it!

-X

It was a code he hadn't seen in a long time. Her code. She had even signed it with her usual kiss.

'Need help Ronin. Meet at hotel.'

He never thought he'd step foot back in such a place after SHIELD took him in—never thought he'd be allowed to step foot back in—but he could already feel that warm familiarity slip over him like a well-worn jacket as he stepped into the polished lobby, old habits making their way back into his gait.

"Good evening, Ronin," The Concierge warmly greeted. "It has been quite the long time since we have seen you around here. We are pleased to see you make use of our services once again."

"Evening, sir. It's, uh," Clint huffed out in incredulity, and the man's smile only grew more smug, "it sure is interesting to be back."

"And how may we help you this evening?"

Clint scratched at his chin. "Ah, I'm here to find an old friend, actually." He held up his hands in a gesture of good will at the sharp look in The Concierge's eye. "Don't you worry, I know the rules. Just looking for a drink and a chat, I swear."

The Concierge hummed noncommittally, flipping through his ledger. "Well, you're in luck that a room has already been reserved in your name, though payment will still be required." There was a slap of folded notes on the marble surface, but the man made no acknowledgement. "And you have a booth reserved in the lounge for midnight. We trust you can find your way there?"

"Mm, yeah. Thanks, man."

Clint made to take the offered room key, and was given one last unsettling smile by The Concierge. "Welcome back to Hotel Soteria, Ronin. Do let us know if you find yourself in need of any assistance."

The lounge was dim, lit sporadically with shifting colored lights meant to distract and obfuscate. There was no host to tell him which booth he was intended for, but a familiar shine of icy waves flashed through the milling crowd and gave Clint his answer. Taking quick steps forward, he left himself with no time to second guess his actions as he slid into the booth.

"You changed your hair."

He drank in the sight of the woman before him, trying his damnedest not to let the spark of familiarity burn into something more illicit. Where before had been wild white locks in a disheveled undercut, bold makeup and piercings, and a 'fuck you' attitude so common amongst rebellious youth, now stood messy silver-white waves cut sharp, with subtlety and daring balanced out in what combined into an impossibly alluring form.

And yet it was still that avid, easy grin tugging at dark, painted lips that met his words and stole his attention. "Aren't men your age supposed to start a flirtation with 'what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?' If you're not careful, I might start thinking you didn't miss me, Ronin."

Clint couldn't help but snort and roll his eyes at her greeting, "You got rid of the lip ring too."

"Aw, sad that it's gone?"

"Shouldn't you be flirting with people your own age?"

That pulled a sharp laugh from the woman, "Where would be the fun in that?"

Clint sighed; he had forgotten how...whimsical Eris could be. It was a fun trait to be around in the past, but the world had made him weary, jaded. There was no real place for exuberance in a spy's life. He didn't know how to deal with it anymore. "Get to the point, Eris. Why did you bring me here?"

A slow smile spread across her face, and Eris leaned forward, voice a husky whisper, "I've got something I think you'll really want to get a hold of."

Clint had been so wrapped up in not staring at her that he didn't quite grasp what Eris had intended when she told him she had something for him. It wasn't until he felt the heat of her slide onto his lap to straddle him that Clint realized the trouble he was in.

Rough, half-gloved hands cupped his face as Eris leaned down to press an eager kiss to his lips. His mind went blank, arousal and habit taking over to urge his mouth to move against hers. He dragged her closer by her hips, earning him a gasp that let him slip his tongue inside to explore her mouth. Clint smirked into the kiss; it was rare he was able to surprise the chaotic woman.

He buried a hand into her hair, letting him control their movements and deepen the kiss as Eris's touch burned a trail down his chest. His advantage was quickly lost, however, when she dipped a hand into the waistband of both his jeans and underwear, careful to keep away from where he suddenly found himself wanting her touch the most. A ragged moan escaped Clint from the combination of that teasing brush and the harsh bite to his lower lip.

"I'll wait up for you," she whispered, placing another short peck against his swollen lips.

And then the warmth of her body was gone. Clint blinked as he tried to understand what had just happened, but Eris had already disappeared.

"Damn girl's trying to give me a heart attack with her games, I swear," he groaned. "Can't she just leave an old man alone?"

Taking a moment to adjust himself, Clint palmed the flash drive Eris had slipped into his pants, moving it to a more secure location with the sly tricks years spent in the circus had taught him. He tipped back his beer and waited, looking as much like a man who had just been teased as any around him. All he needed to do was keep blending in a little bit more; then, he could escape to his room and see what the job was that awaited him.

Clint locked the door of his hotel room, slumping forward to lean his head against the polished wood with a frustrated groan. Why, of all the people he had teamed up with in his past, did it have to have been Eris that made contact with him again?

He thought back to all the jobs they had pulled off together. The bright, brilliant, chaotic demolitions prodigy who lived up to her alias was a surprising complement to his pinpoint efficiency as a marksman and hired sword. She was an explosion unto herself, and at only age 18, she truly had been a force to be reckoned with. So why she had taken after that first heist to teasing and flirting with a man over ten years her senior, Clint would never understand.

His mind brought up flashes of moments witnessed firsthand of how she liked to play with those who caught her interest like toys, and when she was done she'd leave them behind just as easily as one. It was all a game in her mind. Which made it all the more frustrating for Clint. As much as he hated to admit it, he was drawn to Eris, but he refused to play her games and be another crushed pawn. The age gap didn't help matters either. God, every time he thought about her made him feel like a dirty, old man. It was even worse now that he actually was a dirty, old man.

"A gorgeous woman is waiting for you on your bed, and you choose getting personal with a door instead?" He heard an undignified snort from behind him. "You're a better gentleman than me, Ronin."

Clint sighed. He wasn't surprised by her presence in his room: she hadn't given him a room number to meet him at, after all. He turned and made his way to the encrypted computer that came with every guest room in the hotel, ignoring Eris as she swung her legs back and forth off the side of the single bed. "That's because you are neither gentle nor a man," he remarked tersely, settling into the leather chair. "I don't see why you had to go and grope me to slip me the damn thing if you were just gonna meet me in the room anyway."

"Cuz then I wouldn't have had an excuse to kiss you!" Came Eris's cheerful response."

Yeah, yeah. This USB of yours got extra encryption already on it?"

"It's safe."

"All right, let's see what problems you're dragging me into now." He plugged in the drive and immediately a single folder popped up:

Project Shadrak.

Clint clicked through the folder, and dozens of files appeared on the screen, each one detailing a job right down to grainy, camera-feed clips of the woman in question. "Eris, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Silence hung heavy in the air for a single moment.

"…A week and a half ago, I found a bug in my apartment," she began from behind him, voice quiet. "I sweep the place regularly, so I don't know how long it had been there, but I could've sworn it couldn't have been for long. Then a few days later, an unmarked envelope was left inside my door, lock still secure. It contained that flash drive and details on every job I've ever pulled since joining the Underground."

He spun the chair to face her, eyes hard at the implication of her words. "Why didn't you have someone trace the data? Why not check your security system feeds? What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm a hired gun, Eris, not a hacker. And I'm not even that anymore."

"I tried!" She bit out in frustration. "Once any hacker saw the flash drive's encryption, they refused to help me. Wouldn't even tell me why!"

"And what exactly do you think involving me is going to help with?"

"Don't you get it?!" Clint faltered at the distress in her voice and watched as she gripped at the roots of her hair and tugged on the strands. "They have data on every. single. job. I've done! That means they have this information on you too! You're in danger, Francis!"

Her voice broke on his false name, and Clint felt his ingrained defensiveness crack at the sound. "What about other partners you've had; have you warned them too?"

He had thought by now nothing Eris could do nothing to surprise him anymore. But then, she shifted her gaze from his, looking awkward as she muttered, "I haven't had any other partners on jobs..."

Clint blinked, “What?”

“Look, I-I don’t— I just— Before you agreed to work with me, no one wanted to work with a technical teenager, all right?” Eris crossed her arms. “After the Italy job and the banker, I got a reputation for being difficult to work with. I don’t—” she cut herself off with a petulant huff, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I just don’t really play well with others, okay? It’s usually better for everyone if I’m hired for design work or solo jobs.”

“You worked with me just fine,” he pointed out.

Eris threw her hands up in the air, exasperation weaving its way through her words, “Yeah, and I got known for that too! You were known as the only one who could ‘handle’ me, as one employer put it. Did no one ever bring it up to you?”

“Honestly, I never really thought about it,” Clint admitted. “Usually was too busy thinking about the shit coffee they always gave us.”

“Yeah, well, it was said to me enough times. So there’s no one else to warn, you happy?”

Eris was dangerously close to pouting, and it made it difficult to keep the serious expression on his face that the situation called for. “Fine, I’ll help you find out who’s after you so that both our backs are in the clear. But after that you’re on your own, Eris. I can’t be seen back in this life.”

“Thank you, Ronin,” she breathed. The next instant, Clint found himself in a crushing hug.

“Oof. Er, I can’t help if you break me, all right? Jeez, I forgot how freakishly strong you are.” Clint rubbed his back as Eris stepped away and sighed. “We’ll head out around noon tomorrow to speak to the last hacker you brought the stick to. For now, get the hell out of my room and get some rest, okay?”

#Clint Barton #hawkeye #clint barton fanfiction #clint barton x oc #clint barton x reader #marvel comics #MCU #Clinton Francis Barton #clint barton x ofc #hawkeye x oc #hawkeye x reader

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chaosstar290 · 4 years

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Reasons try out Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Encore.

Nintendo's been pretty casual with porting Wii U games over to the Switch, and for good reasons. Normally, I'm not all into porting games that I've already played, but my personal favorite games on the system that lack good marketing and advertising are now getting the attention and love they deserve.

Take Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze for example, one of my favorite 2D platfomers. The game originally sold 1.72 million copies worldwide on the Wii U. Not very good numbers, huh? However, the Switch port managed to beat those sales numbers with 2.25 million units sold worldwide by the end of March 2019.

So while this could be seen as a way for Big N to earn more $$$, this is also a way for those who never owned a Wii U and missed out on some of the system's best titles to give these games a shot. Now we just need a port of Xenoblade Chronicles X and The Wonderful 101...and Star Fox Zero, I guess.

But that's a topic for another time. This post is specifically for my favorite JRPG on the Wii U only to be tied with Xenoblade Chronicles X....Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE.

This'll be a long one, so here's hoping you'll stick with it until the end.

Development

Before I get into the reasons, lemme educate you guys a bit. Back in January 2013, both Atlus and Intelligent Systems made a teaser trailer for a potential Shin Megami Tensei x Fire Emblem crossover for the Wii U.

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The trailer was mostly just a slideshow with various character artwork. Despite this, there was a decent amount of hype surrounding it. But development around the game was pretty silent. That is, until we fast forward to the Nintendo Direct in April 1, 2015. We got a trailer of the ambitious SMT x FE crossover that fans were waiting for...but this was the final product.

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Needless to say...neither SMT nor FE fans were happy about this. The fandoms were incredibly salty and foaming at the mouths, basically calling it a Person 4 Lite with a hint of FE. Heck, they're probably still posts on this site from 5 years ago that'll show that.

Fast forward to the games initial release, and you'll see quite a few positive reviews and thoughts about TMS. Unfortunately, the sale numbers were not all that great for the game. Obvious reasons being that it was a Wii U game, and many fans of both SMT x FE were not happy with how it turned out.

And to be honest, I wasn't feeling the game myself at first. It seemed too lighthearted and upbeat, and the J-Pop, anime-ish aesthetics were very off-putting. However, the more I saw about the game, the more I was drawn into it. Somehow all that disappointment I had about TMS originally just washed away. And considering it was a new IP, I decided to give it a chance. And hoo boy...I was generally pleased.

With that outta the way, let's get into why I'm excited for the Switch port of game, and hoping people will give it a fairer chance.

The Setting

The plot of Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE is mostly simple. You start out as high schooler Itsuki Aoi, the main character of the game encountering his childhood friend Tsubasa Oribe at an audition event to become a idol. It isn't until moments later in the game that the area gets overruned by shadowy creatures known as Mirages that suck out the creative energy known as Perso-- ah I mean Performa from the other idols and audience.

Poor girl doesn't know what's gonna happen next.

Despite our main characters seeming unharmed by the effect, the Mirages drag Tsubasa into their world known as the Idolsphere. And of course, courageous Itsuki takes action to follow and rescue her.

After trying to make a daring rescue, Itsuki gets bombarded by a Mirage, but somehow manages to awaken it. Taking the form of Fire Emblem Awakening's protagonist Chrom. Itsuki does the same with the Mirage that captured Tsubasa that takes the form of Cedea from Fire Emblem Shadow Dragon. The two awakaned Mirages, however, suffer from a bit of amnesia and can't quite remember who and what they are.

From there on, Itsuki and Tsubasa form a partnership with Chrom and Cedea, encountering various characters trying to reach their way to stardom while trying to draw back the opposing forces from taking over Tokyo and the world. Typical RPG stuff, am I right?

It's a fairly standard and slightly cliche plot with some common anime tropes, but for this game...it works. It's a plot that's incredibly silly, upbeat, and over-the-top, but again...it works for this game. And I love it. It may not be original, deep, or complex, but the story does its best to not take itself too seriously, and it doesn't fail to keep a smile in my face.

Aside from the vanilla cookie-cutter MC Itsuki, the various casts that you meet are incredibly charming, and go through their own personal growth as celebrities. Though you mileage may vary on this.

The Gameplay

The combat is the real star of Tokyo Mirage Sessions. Basically, it's your standard turn-based combat system...but with a few twists. If you've ever played a SMT or Persona game, then don't be surprised that elemental weaknesses make an appearance here. Along with that, the Triangle Weapon system from Fire Emblem also makes an appearance in the game.

But if you're not familiar with either franchise then give you a basic example how this works. Say that you've encountered an armored Mirage wielding an axe. The weaknesses on that enemy are both lightning and swords, and Itsuki just so happens to have both the necessary element and weapon equipped.

In case you're wondering...how the Triangle Weapon mechanic works in FE is that Swords beat Axes, Axes beat Lances, and Lances beat Swords.

The interesting thing about this is that once you exploit an enemy's weakness, other characters will jump in and combo extra attacks. These are called Sessions, and their not only powerful...but also flashy as all hell and it's glorious. Not only that, but there's also Duo Arts where two certain characters will sometimes perform a song that unleashes a powerful attack...which also strings up more Sessions. As broken as this sounds, it actually is pretty strategic for taking down harder enemies, and they can also form Sessions...so be careful.

There's more to the gameplay like roaming Tokyo, exploring dungeons, and upgrading your characters and Mirages by Tiki from Fire Emblem Shadow Dragon as well.

There's mixed opinions on the dungeon aspects of Tokyo Mirage Sessions, but...I personally enjoyed them. Aside from the first one. Once you get past the first dungeon, they get better as the game progresses. From exploring a darker version of Shibuya where you have to avoid giant cameras from sending you back to the entrance of the of the room you currently entered, to venturing through a maze-like TV studio.

There's also side-missions that you can do with your main cast that'll help them grow and develop even further. You'll be rewarded with either a special cutscene or a special attack. Or maybe both.

The Visuals

Go go...Persona Rangers?

If it wasn't obvious from the amount of images I'm posting, Tokyo Mirage Sessions is a very colorful game. Fitting with it's lighthearted theme, the amount of colors the game throws at you makes visuals aesthetically pleasing. Heck, you could make these your personal wallpaper on your phone or something.

Sure, Tokyo Mirage Sessions isn't nearly as strong as Persona 5 graphically or even artistically, but like most Nintendo games...what their games lack in terms of detailed ultra-hyper graphics, they make up for it with giving their games gorgeous artstyles.

Also, this game has some reeeeeally good artwork.

The Music

J-Pop plays a pretty big role in Tokyo Mirage Sessions, so expect a lot of vocal tracks. If you're not into this kind of genre of music, then you might wanna stray away from this game. If you are (or if it doesn't bother you), then you're in for a treat. As someone who really isn't into J-Pop myself, the songs in this game are incredible and catchy followed by some beautiful cutscenes. Reincarnation from Kiria Kurono and Feel from Tsubasa Oribe are some of my personal favorites.

The music from outside the vocal tracks are pretty good too. The normal battle theme and the Illusion Shibuya dungeon theme are just to name a couple.

What's New?

Like I said before, Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Encore is a port of the Wii U version, but with added content. Any DLC that was added in the original game will part of the base game in the Switch version. But let's talk about the new stuff.

EX Story and Songs

The EX Story is basically a dungeon that you explore in short bursts. Here you'll find new costumes such as a Joker outfit from Persona 5 for Itsuki, or an Annette outfit from Fire Emblem Three Houses for Mamori Minamoto. Or you can have a much easier time grinding for EXP. Also, much like the side-stories, this dungeon will also explore the main casts' issues and help them grow.

New songs will also be added in this port. A duo song called "She is..." sung by Tsubasa and Kiria is one of them.

Sessions

By making Sessions even more powerful and ridiculous, unplayable characters like Tiki, Maiko Shimazaki, and Barry Goodman will also join in Sessions.

In addition, a Quick Session option will be added. Which is a major upgrade in my book. One of the big issues the Wii U version had was while the Sessions were fun to watch, they took forever to get through with the more characters that joined your party. There are also smaller improvements like the Switch version having faster loading times.

Conclusion

Hopefully, this long as hell post will spark some interest into those who'll give the game a shot. I know there's small nitpicks like the lack of English voice acting and censorship, but the latter is a topic I'd rather not delve deep into.

Regardless, these small cons are greatly outweighed by the large pros this charming game has. If you're an Atlus fan, a lover of JRPGs, or wanting to play something that'll ease the wait for Persona 5 Royal, I highly recommend you give Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE encore a shot.

If you're also waiting for Persona 5 to actually come to the Switch like me, this game is next best thing we've got for the time being.

This is one of the most stylish menu screens ever.

#tokyo mirage sessions fe #tokyo mirage sessions fe encore #atlus #intelligent systems #nintendo switch #wii u #persona #persona 5 #fire emblem #shin megami tensei

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airlock · 4 years

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anyways, that other post was kind of lame, so let’s do a twofer today!

let’s tally the 15 most wanted siblings in the FE universe, and criticize that wanting

#1: CAMILLA (1741 votes)

anime was a mistake.

#2: CLAUDE (1532 votes across all appearances)

"mom said it’s my turn on the xbox”, you roar triumphantly. nonplussed, claude hands you the controller. with a hearty sip of your mountain dew, you start playing master chief or forthnight or whatever it is you feel like playing on an xbox.

all of a sudden, you feel a violent stomach cramp. it is claude’s turn on the xbox

#3: IKE (1484 votes across all appearances)

oh yeah, because being related to ike has worked out so well for everyone who’s tried it so far,

just settle for the found family angle, why don’tcha

#4: ASHE (1087 votes across all appearances)

let’s face it, this is really less about being ashe’s sibling and more about adopting him again. ... and you know what? fair enough. give this poor fella his third shot at having a family

#5: ELISE (919 votes)

oh god oh fuck, watch what you’re doing with that sword

#6: SHARENA (869 votes)

I guess being Sharena’s sibling would be great specifically if you’re looking to break out of your shell. if you need someone close to you who can prod you forward and drag you along to any number of interesting functions, sure. but if you don’t particularly feel like being forced to wear the bunny costume, maybe reconsider this vote

#7: MERCEDES (811 votes across all appearances)

hope you enjoy being Emile v2.0, because the caveat to her being your Big Sister is that she will 100% put you in that position

#8: EDELGARD (804 votes across all appearances)

man, I can’t believe 804 people just volunteered to die in an unethical experiment

#9: CORRIN (688 votes across all genders)

there’s something funny about how, out of this game that is totally about choosing one or another set of siblings, the third most popular pick is the character who’s stuck making the choice to begin with. it’s like, maybe the real sibling is the one we found along the way

#10: EIRIKA (649 votes)

that’s a lead of nearly 130 votes on her brother, because clearly we understand which of the two would really be pleasant to have as a sibling

#11: NINO (627 votes)

yes! yesss!! adopt th

#12: SLEUF (592 votes)

oh hey, it’s been a while since the presumable fereddit prank vote actually broke top 15

I wouldn’t wish it on him, though, because if my brother told me something cryptic and said I would “understand it later”, I would strangle him

#13: BERNADETTA (588 votes)

living in the same house as her is no remedy for the door-to-face interaction,

altho I also accept this one as an adoptionvote

#14: LUCINA (574 votes, possibly with uncounted change)

unfortunately, this option is only viable if you can squash the bug yourself

#15: TIKI (531 votes across all appearances, including TMS#FE)

I guess the thing you’d definitely find out in this process is how to have a sibling of the exact same, across each point of your own aging process

the big upshot is that you potentially get to do this, though, so you know what? fantastic idea. adopt she

HONORABLE MENTIONS (highest vote in their continuity, without reaching top 15)

Alm (310 votes): picture the sibling who thinks they’re helping if they offer to beat up your schoolyard bullies. now imagine you can’t stop him, like at all

Plumeria (222 votes): in case you were wondering, that’d be this poll’s Unfunny Quota. considering how much less of a result it’s had compared to the other ones, seems clear to me that even the people who were unfunny enough to start making this joke still largely got tired of it at some point along the 5 entire polls

so there we have it! now, let’s get your thoughts onto my replies and reblogs! did you just pick someone adorable, even though that’s not remotely how siblinghood goes- ahem.

#anniversary poll critique series #my stupid text posts #Fire Emblem is tagged in this post #Fire Emblem Heroes is tagged in this post

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fortheheavenssake · 5 years

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MM Anon 3

Oct. 1

MM ANON … 🎼” back to black”🎼…… uncomfortably reunion …… “ AND THE CROWDS WENT…… home”… “blend in with the POC”🤣🤣🤣🤣…… Pressed for time. …… PR with blinkers… don’t Sue the messenger …… Harry on camping…… background colour …… “ bloody African Queen ‘ don’t think so”…… “ returning after their triumphant tour “…… OMG’ it’s definitely her

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Oct. 2

MM ANON, This vacuous tart is in need of serious therapy ‘ she’s trying to intimidate the British press who employ Rottweilers as journalists and have brought down whole governments. They string antagonists up by their Gonads and bury pieces of flotsam like nutmeg alive. Not only is this virus on a hiding to nothing,she has underestimated the established reading matter of middle England ‘THE DAILY MAIL. ………… ‘popcorn darlings ‘ popcorn !!!!!!!!!!!

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MM Anon - HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

Oct. 2

MM ANON …… Dear Darlings ‘ today is my birthday 🎼 happy birthday to me🎼…………🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂 2nd Oct. 1944. ……… “ a day that live in ignominy” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct. 2

MM ANON …… Thank you dear Skippy and all your faithful helpers ………… your blog is a joy and a privilege to post on …… GBTQAOGC👑👑👑👑👑 🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇨🇦🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

You are so welcome! We are honoured to have you join us! You are loved!🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oct. 2

MM ANON …… A TM visit?…… a pitiful cry for help …… “tears of a Crown”…… “ Philip’ stop swearing!!”…… ink block carnage … a scathing edi-TORY-al……”A Sunday surprise “…… “well,well,well’ fe-MAIL- empowerment”…… Fleet St. circling the wagons …… 🎼 “ Homeward bound, I guess ………” 🎼j…… … ace card archificial …… “SA’ well that was a dud Megs”…… leap-Frog to Calipornia 🤫🤫🤫

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Oct. 3

MM ANON …… rogue withdrawal …… a petulant rattle slays fleet st. …… royal analysis paralysis ……… “ settlement now!!!! ……TM lawyers up…… tabloid utopia …… “ This is a bloody tape diversion old thing “…………“A spitting Halloween 🎃 “……… “ remember ‘remember, the 5th of Nov.” …… “ Philip ‘ this year you give the Queen speech”…… 🎆🎇😱🇬🇧💩⚖️⚖️⚖️…… GBTQ.

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Oct. 3

MM ANON , UNDER THE RADAR!!!!!!!! The Queen probably has information and physical evidence appertaining to “It” regarding her “ lost” years. During the summer PW spent a week at MI6 at Vauxhall. ( being briefed?) what on? Suddenly this week there’s a story of a certain acquisition of a “tape” the next day , via H. she sues the MOS regarding a letter. (Smoke And Mirrors) The hinges are falling off that locked door on her past ………………………!!!!!!!! Allegedly.

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Oct. 4

MM ANON …… Meanwhile at CH…… A Family meeting’ o dear!!…… “ One is apoplectic with disappointment “… (two red faces)…… “ this isn’t a game of happy f%#@k families!!!”…… an atmospheric cut…… legs and tails …… They Aga successful …… in the brown Windsor soup……a green beret chum…… nutmeg begs…… happy Harry …… SS documentary’s doom.

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Oct. 4

MM ANON …… Smoke and Mirrors divert us from the elephant in the doom!!!, nothing to do with nutmegs bawling in the bathroom over being picked on by those nasty hacks 🤣🤣🤣 or hacked phones (it’s a daily mine field for the high profiled) abysmal failure on behalf of their security. It’s the tape darlings ‘ murkmegs very sore-did past. Popcorn’POPCORN 🍿 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿

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Oct. 5

MM ANON …… chocolate sundae …… don’t give up your day job …… single exit west …… a SMALL diversion … “ is he mine?” …… home alone ………… “ I fear for them Philip” …… Duty calls …… 🎼” you wore out your welcome with random precision “🎼……… “ we must talk Harry”……… jack and Jill went up the hill ……… “ it’s all on This memory stick.

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Oct. 5

Does this mean PiersM is a friend of Her Majesty (👑) or a friend of MM?

So many players, so much darkness in this schtick. My brain is fried. Thank you Skippy🐼

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Oct. 6

MM ANON … the Queen …… “ one can’t choose ones family “…… “ Philip loves me doing Melania” …… “I rather liked Donald “ …… “ l frightening Vlad…… “ on our day together she never stopped yapping “ … “Harry ‘ we all make mistakes “… “ the little one, she’s a fireball “ …… “Camilla says she’s illiterate “ … “ what sort of name was that!!!!!”…” What!! Christmas ‘she’ll be lucky “ … “LG ‘ that’s why it’s called the Queens speech ‘ so f#@ck them!!”

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Oct. 7

MM ANON …… “MORGAN ‘ a suitable case for treatment” …… sue- da - nam?

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Oct. 7

MM ANON … Calapornia Dreem-in…… “ To be ‘ or Not to be…” …… “ I made a bit of a boob”……… “ the real Mc- COY darlings “…… “ artistic lie- sense …… “ not my best work”

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Oct. 7

MM ANON …… This is only my opinion on the validity of the alleged article. AN OPINION!! like skippy suggested in all posts , re disclaimer ……… what would be verified in this situation is “ face recognition tech.” ANYBODY?????? 👃🏾👁👄👂

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Oct. 7

MM ANON … lets move on!!!!…… fab unfore-tunate…… pre tour panic… …a fleet-ing vengeance …… “ don’t take this personally”…… “ you have TWO choices”…… “ get your bloody head out the sand”…… “it’s crumbling around your feet”……… “ baby ‘ what baby?”…… “we’re gonna need a bigger Bank”…… 🎼” if I was a rich man”🎼

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Oct. 8

MM ANON … ABANDON YOURSELF TO GOD AS YOU UNDERSTAND GOD ,GIVE OF YOURSELF SELFLESSLY AND JOIN US ,WE SHALL BE WITH YOU IN THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE SPIRIT AND YOU WILL SURELY MEET SOME OF US AS YOU TRUDGE THE PATH OF HAPPY DESTINY ‘ MAY GOD BLESS YOU AND KEEP YOU UNTIL THEN. thanks to all contributors. MM anon.

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Oct. 8

MM ANON … fab two ‘ future Queen……future king …… also rans …… three weddings and a refusal …… Archie-bargy …… a dog with no name …… silent screaming past…… 🎼” there may be trouble ahead “🎼…… “ if I tell you ‘ I’d have to…… “…… everyone is scarfing …… (another private flight)…… Branson island … Mail on payday… … “ please boo the buggers”

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oct. 9

MM ANON …… “ sorry, not today thank you “…… never EVER explain …… “what happens in house, stays in-house”. ……a special briefing …… another cover-up?…… … glowing anticipation …… special forces …… “unprecedented care”…… a very tired PR …… public appearance nerves …… “we’ll pay you handsomely”…… “she’ll do it or suffer the consequences”

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Oct. 10

MM ANON ……corespondents under the radar …… “MA to MM”…… 🎼” gimme a ticket for an aeroplane”🎼…… “ my baby wrote me a letter” “ I’ve seen the contents of several”…… ‘ thank you LG.”…… “were in need of another f#@ing hole”…… Sheeran a common problem ……” drag her along ‘ your joking”… not seen’ not heard, GOOD!!!!…… Christmas 🧣 scarfs …… 🎼Back in the USA”🎼…… “friends thou hast and their adoption tried ”…(very trying!!!)

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Oct. 10

MM ANON, for Mr Skippy, “ take away my difficulties that victory over them may bear wittiness of thy love ,thy power and thy way of life “ …… GOD BLESS YOU BOTH. 💜💜💜💜🧡🧡🧡🧡

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Oct. 11

MM ANON … aggressive tabloid PR…… desperate image…… manipulate a student …… public fear…… ((loving wife and mother))…… 🎼” Money, get away”🎼…… a fence for Harry …… “ how do I milk this”…… most dangerous tour…… “ I guess I never got the memo”…… the natives are getting restless …… nutmegs public anticipation …… Scrambled eggs!!

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Oct. 12

MM ANON … Sunday sensation??……… LG will give the word…… lots of dirty dirt…… 🎼” love me or leave me”🎼…… when the going gets tough ……”…… “ not another chicken dinner”…… “ is She nice”…… “ I think you should know something”. …… “ Fair is foul,and foul is fair”…… WOW!! ace down the line!!…… “advantage MOS”… location,location vexation.

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Oct. 13

MM ANON … “ THE MOST ANTICIPATED BOOK …… 🎼”Sparkles spangles, see how they shine, sing-a-linga “🎼…… Tom the Bomb… “A woman of sub-stance🤣”…… maybe ‘ sex lies and video tape … 🎼” when you come to the end of a lollipop”🎼… ……” A kid for two farthings” …… “ you know how to whistle don’t you Harry”…… “an obvious cuckold…… “…… home to roost”

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Oct. 13

MM ANON, Tom Bowers , Britain’s most feared biographer is going to write a “TELL ALL” Tome on the evasive one , will we expect 🎼sparkles spangles, your heart will sing , jing-jing-a-ling a 🎼…… OMG, the anticipation for this one is EPIC , 🎼 yachting, hotting, see how she lays ,toss-a-lotta🎼 This author flays his victims alive ‘ WE WAIT IN APOPLECTIC SUSPENSE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣PLEASE TOM DO TELL “EVERYTHING!, emails,sexts And video tapes. 🎼”Sparkles spangles and deeds”🎼

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Pakistan Tour 14-18

Oct. 14

MM ANON …… Pakistani perfection ……”will anything ever happen?” …… “ she’s a disease” …… HMTQ is feeling the strain ……… oh’ oh , the green eyed monster …… “MA has all the answers” …… ( and the evidence)………” if I had a penny ……… “…………” she got to show, to much gossip!!” ……… “ Harry, Dear heart, pull your head out of the sand” …… “it’s Kismet old thing,kismet!! “

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Oct. 15

MM ANON ……A sense of humour ‘ tuk tuk …… 🎼nobody does it better 🎼……… REAL ROYALTY …… ‘after the Lord Mayor show came the dustcart …… Charlotte the “NEW”future people’s Princess 👸 …… Little Louie people’s Prince 🤴 ……… “, it’s nutmeg crumble for desert marm,…… “ that’s the bloody way to do it!!!”…… “ what’s that other silly tart doing?”…… “it’s a mystery Philip”

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Oct. 16

MM ANON …… On the banks of Huntspill River …… a pretty Sum-erset …… O dear ‘ how not to be princely …… 🎼” everybody’s doing the loco- emotion”🎼……… In the real steps of his mother…… “Protocol, dignity and humour “…… Their successes drove her apoplectic …… LIZARDS 🦎 ……” please George ‘ don’t do that”🦎🦎🦎…… … Nanny doesn’t like🦎🦎🦎…… “I miss the children”…… ROYAL AIR FORCE ONE. …… MI6 and the visit??…… “ de visit was spectacular ‘ de-brief was better”. ……” Thanks M.”

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Oct. 16

MM ANON… nutmegs agenda ‘ write his nauseating tome, push in front, psychologically undermine him , feed his anger and resentment for W&K! , Don’t get near the public ( fears of rejection), continue emotional blackmail, put pressure and endorse his lack of self esteem ,psychotropic drugs?, cry and keep asking him why people hate you ‘, convince him the BRF are against both of them …… question his grasp on reality. This is her agenda ‘ allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Oct. 16

MM ANON … after one year of marriage the boys a total wreck , mounting the Dias in Africa all disoriented ,and blubbering at child works , he’s in a psychotic purgatory that she continues to perpetuate. How does Harry dump the faux bump and find true happiness????? Britain is waiting for the inevitable divorce and the English rose Harry will one day meet. It’s Kismet LG ,pure Kismet!! “ Cry God for Harry’………… “.

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Oct. 16

MM ANON …Harry’s split second mishap…… A choreographed comforter. …… 🎼” 19th nervous breakdown” 🎼…… a plethora of past lovers … 🎼” we have no secrets”🎼🤣🤣…… The announcement,an unstable Stable. …… 🎼” I’m not in love, so don’t forget it” 🎼……… fixan a vixen. ……… nutmeg on Toast……… MA” is he mine? Yup!! ……” accolades on the return”.

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Oct. 17

MM ANON …… Thank you for the wonderful and ingenious humour LH. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

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Oct. 18

MM ANON …… “Festering,yes”💸💸💸💸”it’s a struggle” 💸💸💸💸……… comment section ‘ #@&*#¥……… “ I was flying “…… 🎼” Never cried when granny died 🎼”……soon,wonderful weekend with the children …… FaceTime mummy’🦎🦎🦎🦎……… “ Kate , ones so proud”…… “ you’re a stalwart William “ …… “ you’re very pretty dressed as a Unicorn 🦄 “…… $h!t !! She’s gone nuclear!, …… well’ that Doc was a load of boll***.…… “shhhh’ I heard that too!!”… gossip darlings ‘ gossip!!… “ all that glitters,”

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Oct. 18

MM ANON, OMG , Harry’s festering, nutmegs struggling, Archificial is having an identity problem. ( “ I wanna know who’s my dad’) ……… “ is it mine”, nutmeg gazing towards a distant horizon, someone with a all knowing smirk gazing back from distant horizon ‘. And there both going to try and flog this p!$$poor Documentary to the savvy Brits. Are they both off their f#@ing trolly , who TF wants to see them whining about how they struggle on 20 million a year , not those trying to pay a mortgage.

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Oct. 18

MM ANON , “ not many people asked if I was alright”, well I wasn’t alright…… , Ahhhhhh , what a shame nutmeg,perhaps if you didn’t fake your pregnancy people would have warmed to you ‘ ( NO , DONT THINK SO ). So nutmeg plays the poor me card , poor me, poor me pour me a drink. ………… I wonder what the RPO conversation is when she’s not being obnoxiously present. , she apparently treats everyone like 💩💩💩💩. I have news nutmeg, Britain doesn’t give a $h!t.

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October. 19

MM ANON …… “ O no , not another f%#ing beautiful Sunday “…… All together, a ROYAL reunion 🦄🦎👸🤴… “ she’s not invited, again🧣“……” O Philip, do lets watch this documentary 🤣🤣“ …… “Really, old thing, really ?”…… “ bloody hell , Charlottes a better actress “……… “ Mummy!! I’ve lost my 🦎” ……” What next LG , the Caribbean and North America with the children?”…… “ Mmmm , Marm that would work ,next year’ someone will be jealous!!” …… “ “what’s that ol’ thing , I’m reading skippy Philip”.

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Oct 19

MM ANON , “THEY DON’T MAKE IT EASY”, I’M OKAY, can’t wait for the trawling that the whiner is going to be subjected to. The comments section of the DE&DM and MOS is 95% negative, and aggressively anti Megain. The Mocumentary will only draw more humiliation and subtle sarcasm from the tabloids. Juxtaposition this with the shining success W&K received on their return from Pakistan and you have the pulse of National opinion. The big takeaway is “Nutmeg is hated”.

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possumcatalogue · 5 years

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At the End of Everything, Hold on to Anything - Chapter Two

Words: 1880 ao3: link Fandom: Newsies Pairing: Sprace Warnings: none Chapter One: link

Summary: Race is a lovestruck dumbass part two ft. Mom Friend Spot

After Race left Albert in the alley, he made a beeline for Brooklyn. No use going back to the lodge, where he'd just get pestered to play a game of blackjack, or dragged into another one of Romeo and Mush's debates. And he did NOT have the energy for another one of their debates. So he started walking. It was a three hour trip by foot to Brighton Beach, but it was necessary, since Race needed to get this off of his chest. He's been thinking about it for weeks. Possibly months, if he was being completely honest with himself. At least since the strike ended. It was rough for a while. Awkward, even. None of them wanted to be back working for a capitalist asshole like Pulitzer, but they needed money. And now that Jack was drawing in the paper, he was giving his extra money away. He said he didn’t want to leave for Santa Fe anymore. Everyone knew it was because he now had Davey.

Before he knew it, Race had reached Brooklyn. He took back streets, dodging any person he heard. He didn’t need to get beaten up any more than he already was. He also didn’t want anyone knowing he was there. Race made it to the docks without any confrontation, and as he looked around, a familiar voice came up from above him. “Well, well, well. Look who just couldn’t stay away. Come back for another beating, Racetrack?” The Brooklyn boy smiled, and it took Race a moment to recognize him as Hotshot, the one who beat him up the day before. Hotshot looked worse off than he was, with two black eyes and a swollen lip. Race could only imagine who did that to him. Hotshot jumped down from the boxes he was perched on, but immediately backed down as Spot walked up. “Race. Walk with me.” They walked in silence until they got to the lodging house. Just like the last time he was here, Race was amazed at just how many people there were in the lodging house. “And I thought Manhattan was crowded.” He laughed, more of a nervous sound than anything. Spot didn’t answer, just kept walking. They got quite a few stares from people, and Race just hoped that it was because of his broken face, and not because they all knew what he was about to say. Once they reached the back of the room, away from everyone else, Spot turned to him. “You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here.” Well, that wasn’t exactly the warm welcome Race was expecting. He fidgeted, trying to think of a way to say what he’s thought about for months now. God, he should have practiced on the way here. “I… uh…. We need to talk.” He blurted, his face burning. Spot stared at him for a couple seconds, and Race panicked. He could now see why everyone was scared of the self-proclaimed King of Brooklyn. Race never wanted to be on the receiving end of that stare again. “I thought we were talking, Racer.” Spot finally said something, and Race eased up a bit. He gave a weak laugh. “Yeah, I guess. So, Spot, I uh… I got something I need to tell you.” He refused to meet Spot’s eyes, and instead opted to kick at the ground. Eventually, Spot got a little annoyed with the silence, and he poked Race in the chest. “Are you gonna speak or what? I got work to do.” “Yeah. Yeah, I am. I appreciate you, Spot. I appreciate what you did for me yesterday, and for what you did during the strike. I just came to let you know that.” Dammit. Why was he so useless? Spot grinned, and Race’s heart went into a frenzy. “Well, you’re welcome, Racer! Brooklyn’s always got your back.” Race didn’t think Spot knew how much that actually meant to him. He nodded, and cleared his throat a couple times. “I should probably get going.” Race whispered, turning away. Before he could get very far, Spot stopped him. “It’s getting late. Why don’t you just stay here for the night?” At that exact moment, the usually noisy room went silent, and Race could feel the eyes of every Brooklyn Newsie on him. Race guessed Spot Conlon doesn’t really invite people to stay the night. Especially if that someone is from Manhattan. His entire body feeling like it was on fire, he managed to nod. For the rest of the day, he followed Spot around the lodging house like a lost puppy, taking in everything he could. As Spot checked on everyone, tended to injuries, and just made sure everyone was good in general, Race noticed how much it reminded him of Manhattan. Except there was no Jack and Davey, no worried parent crew to tuck the younger Newsies into bed, tell them a story, and kiss their heads. Spot was a one man show. Race quietly wondered why that was. Eventually, everyone had been checked on, the little ones tucked in - Spot didn’t kiss their foreheads, but he did sings to them quietly - and it was finally time for sleep. As they walked back to the wing of the lodging house Spot slept in, Race tried to strike up a conversation. “Things sure are different here then in Manhattan.” He laughed. Spot just nodded, and Race realized just how tired he looked. “God, Spot, how do you do this alone?” Race asked when it was obvious Spot wouldn’t respond to his first comment. Spot shook his head. “I don’t know. Every night it’s the same routine. I get back from selling, make sure everyone got something to eat. Then I eat, and I make sure no one has any injuries, and I help those who do, and by that time, it’s time for everyone to sleep. But… I need to make sure everyone is okay. That they’re safe. I can’t sleep without knowing.” He whispered. Race realized just how much Spot cared at that moment. As soon as they got to Spot’s bed, Spot smiled apologetically and whispered “we’ll have to share,” before passing out in the middle of the bed. Race’s heart leapt into his throat, and he gently crawled onto the bed, positioning himself around Spot’s small frame. Not even three minutes later, like a heat-seeking missile, Spot was curled as close to Race as he could physically get, all without waking up. Race’s face got impossibly hotter, but he rested his chin on the top of Spot’s head, and closed his eyes.

Race woke up a few hours later, and it took him a few seconds to realize that it wasn’t Buttons wrapped around his waist, but Spot Conlon. And Spot put off body heat like a human-sized heater. Race started to carefully untangle the sleeping leader’s arms - and legs - from around him, but Spot just burrowed closer, mumbling something in a language Race couldn't understand. “I love you.” Race whispered. Spot mumbled again, and Race’s heart sped up slightly, thinking he had been heard. He waited a few seconds to make sure Spot was still sleeping, and when he knew it was safe and he hadn’t been heard, he drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, Spot nudged him awake. Race sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, to see him sitting with his back to him, a shirt hung around his shoulders. Race had to resist the urge to reach out and touch the freckles that covered Spot’s back. There were also quite a few scars, and Race guessed that they were probably from accidents on the docks. He decided it was better not to ask. “The morning bell will ring in a couple hours. If you want to get back to Manhattan before it, I suggest you leave now.” Spot whispered, pulling the shirt down to cover his body. Race contemplated repeating what he said last night, but thought better of it when he heard some other people start to stir. “Yeah, I should get going. Thanks for letting me stay.” He stood up quickly, and was out the door before Spot could answer. Booking it through the streets, he only slowed down when he could no longer see the lodging house. Leaning up against a building, Race caught his breath, and thought over everything that had happened in the past twelve hours. He made it to Brooklyn and almost got beat up - again. Spot showed up and gave him a silent tour. They talked, and Race managed to not blurt out everything he had ever thought about Spot - none of the stupid thoughts about holding his hand or kissing him, or the dreams, or even the small stuff he loved about Spot, like how he had a little crease in between his eyebrows when he was annoyed, or how his eyes reminded Race of warm, fresh coffee. He had shared a bed with Spot Conlon, had even told him he loved him. Granted, Spot wasn’t conscious at that time, so he hadn’t actually heard him. Race sank to the ground, his head in his hands. He groaned, realizing just how hard he had fallen. Jack is never going to let him hear the end of this. Standing up, he finished the long walk back home.

He made it home just as the bell rang, and was greeted with various sleepy “hey, Racer,” and “where’d you go last night?,” and more than a few knowing looks. Race figured Albert hadn’t been the quietest about his leaving. And, in all honesty, Race didn’t blame him. He hadn’t been the nicest to his friend. Saying a few quick hellos, he ran to get changed, hoping no one would notice how red his face was. As he pulled on a pair of pants - careful not to stick his foot through the hole in the knee - Buttons sat on the bed next to him. He could feel Button’s leg bouncing like it always did when he was nervous. “Where were you last night?” Buttons whispered, his voice shaking slightly. That’s when it hit Race. Buttons hated sleeping alone. It made him panic, as he was prone to night terrors and needed someone to comfort him. Last night was probably torture for him. “God, kid, I am so sorry. It got late and I wasn’t thinking. They weren’t too bad, were they?” Buttons just shook his head, and Race could tell he was lying. “Listen, next time I stay out all night I’ll let you know in advance, okay? You could sleep with Albert, or Finch if you have to.” He could tell Buttons didn’t like that idea. Not knowing what else to do, he made a mental note to talk with Jack about Buttons’ anxiety. Pulling Buttons into a hug, he kissed his temple and stood, offering his hand. “Let’s go sell some papers.” Finally, Buttons smiled, and stood with him. They raced each other on the way out of the lodging house, and almost collided with Jack as they reached the square. As they were lining up to buy today’s paper, Race heard the words he had been dreading.

“So tell me. How was the King of Brooklyn?”

#sprace #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #newsies #buttons davenport

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adobe-outdesign · 6 years

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Before the studio went to hell, it was rumored that Shawn Flynn and Wally Franks were an item.

(Note that I don’t speak Irish. I’m relying on Google Translate, and we all know how accurate that is, so apologies to anyone who actually speaks Irish if this makes no damn sense.)

Wally woke up on the couch to a headache and the smell of something cooking in the other room.

Blearily he stood up, motivated primarily by the delicious scent wafting towards him. Further investigation revealed Shawn, still wearing his ink-stained work clothes from last night, standing at his stove and stirring something in a frying pan. The other man looked over as he stumbled in, adjusting a dial on the stove face. “i was wonderin’ when you’d wake up. Almost was wonderin’ if you were dyin’ of alcohol poisonin’, given how much you were drinkin’ last night.“

Wally stared blankly at the clock on the wall, his half-asleep brain trying to decipher the time. He settled on it being about 11 in the morning. “Not that I’m gonna complain if you’re making breakfast, but why are you here?“

“Because you passed out in the alleyway last night and I had to drag your sorry ass back here.“ He dropped his voice slightly, noticing Wally wincing at the volume. “And I didn’t want to be leavin’ you alone during the night, so I camped out in your spare room.“

“Wait, you stayed here the entire night just for that?” Wally asked, pulling out a chair at what was passing for a dining room table and rubbing his eyes. “Well gee, thanks. Hey, I’ll do something in return as a favor. Seriously, just name it.“

“Put on some clean clothes,“ Shawn said bluntly, setting a plate full of eggs and sausage in front of him. “You smell like cheap alcohol and bodily... fluids“.

“No offense, but you don’t exactly smell like a spring daisy either,“ Wally pointed out, biting into a large forkful of eggs.

“And where do you be expectin’ me to be getting fresh clothes from?” Shawn asked, taking a sip from a cup of coffee he must have made earlier. “All of my clean clothes are back at my place.“

‘‘You can always borrow some of mine! I mean, you know, if you need to,” Wally added, realizing his tone might be a bit too excited. “They might be a bit on the big side, but you can always roll up the sleeves if you need to.“

“You sure you don’t mind?“

“Nah, not a problem! Anyone who makes food this good is a friend’a mine.“ He swallowed his lack forkful and waved the utensil in Shawn’s direction, grinning.”You plannin’ to go anywhere later tonight?“

“No offense or anythin’,“ Wally said, taking off his cap to rub some sweat off his forehead as he observed the floor in front of him, “but are you trying to make my job harder?“

“Your job’s a walk in the park compared to mine,” Shawn replied bluntly, setting down his brush. “We’ve got more stock than we know what to do with right now. We need to be focusin’ on selling what we got, not making more dolls no one wants, but Mr. Drew won’t be haivn’ any of that..” Shawn waved his hand towards the pounding assembly line behind him and the massive inventory of toys.

“Oh! But speakin’ of things no one is wanting...“ Shawn ducked down to rummage under the workbench, and Wally leaned into to try to catch a glimpse of what he was doing.

“Sounds promising.“

“Here we are!“ Shawn sat back up, holding a Boris plushie in his hand that wasn’t covered in ink. “The... what’s the English word for the súile-?” He motioned towards the head of the plushie.

“The... face?“

“No, the other whatchamacallit.“

“The snout?“

“That one! The snout’s a bit off on this one, but I still be thinking it looks nice. So here.“ He held out of the plushie and Wally took it eagerly, squeaking the middle.

“Well hey, thanks a bunch! Look at this guy!“ He held it up to the light, giving it another squeak. “Joey really wouldn’t like it?“

“Mr. Drew once redid an entire cartoon just because the animators weren’t drawin’ Bendy’s eyes quite to his likin’.”

“...I guess I can’t argue with that.“ He gave the plushie a final squeak and tucked it under his arm. “But I mean, his loss, right?“

“His loss, my gain. You’re owing me now, by the way.“

“C’mon, that’s not fair!“ Wally objected, but he was smiling. “Fine, fine. Whadda you want?“

‘I was thinkin’ we go to a bar and ‘hang out’”. Shawn pushed his foot against the desk, leaning back in his chair to survey the others in the toy shop, making sure no one found their thinly-veiled date as suspicious. “Friday after work soundin’ good?“

“Sounds swell! Now if you don’t mind, some sap spilled a bunch of ink on the floor that I gotta clean up,“ he teased, grabbing his mop.

“I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.“

Shawn made sure to spill more buckets of ink after that.

“So how’d you play poker, anyway?“

“Use your cards to score points.“

“Thanks Shawny, really helps me out.“

“Not’a problem.“

“You have two cards in the middle, see,“ Grant extrapolated. “You want to take those cards and make a good hand out of them using the community group of cards. Whoever has the best hand gets the winnings.“

“Isn’t gambling like this kinda’, you know, illegal?“ Wally asked, picking up his hand and frowning at it.

“Don’t worry your little head about it. It’s allowed as long as we’re just using chips instead of actual scratch,“ Shawn pointed out.

“If you want to see actual gambling, you can always drop in on one of Grant’s casino games,“ Thomas said gruffly, lighting a cigar.

“Hey, hey, hold on. Now it’s not gambling as long as you know you’re going to win.“

“That’s because you’re countin’ the cards, you cheating bastard.“

“You can’t prove that, now can you?“

Shawn muttered something presumably explicit under his breath in Irish and grabbed another card. A few rounds passed in relative silence. Eventually Wally leaned over, flashing his deck at him. “Is this a good hand? I’m confused,“ he whispered.

“So are you two seeing each other or something?“ Thomas interrupted abruptly. Wally pulled away from Shawn and sputtered a few startled objections.

“Who wants to know?“ Shawn challenged, eyeing him. Thomas only shrugged, not looking up from his hand.

“I couldn’t care less. Just something I heard through the grapevine is all.“

“You should be careful now,” Grant offered, not taking his eyes off his cards. “You know how Mr. Drew will react if he catches wind of this.“

“He won’t be finding out,“ Shawn objected, looking over his own cards, then throwing them down on the table triumphantly. “Full house! Pot’s mine!”

“Nice try, but no.“ Grant swatted his hand away and tossed his own cards on the table, revealing a straight flush. Shawn swore again under his breath and threw down ten dollars, Wally looking on in confusion.

“I thought you said this wasn’t gambling?“

“I lied,” Shawn replied bluntly.

Wally opened the door, stumbled to his couch, and dropped Shawn onto it with considerable lack of grace.

“Hold on, lemme get you some ice or something.“ Shawn uttered a thank you as Wally disappeared into the tiny kitchen, returning with a bag of frozen carrots. “Okay, so I don’t exactly have any ice, but hey, they say carrots are good for your eyesight, right?“

“That was terrible.“ Shawn laughed, grabbing the bag and slapping it onto his left eye none too gently.

“Seriously, are you gonna be okay? That’s a nasty shiner.“

“Eh, it’s just a black eye, not’a big deal. The other fellow was in worse shape.”

“Yeah, but... look, I’m not normally the one tellin’ people to hold hands and sing kumbaya or anything, but you really gotta be more careful.“

“Aww, I’m touched. But you have’ta teach people like that not to be messing with you, or they won’t stop. Something I learned a while ago.” Shawn sat up a bit, flinching in pain. “If you’re that concerned, you could go an’ get me some more carrots for my back. The big bastard really did a number there.“

“On it! Take your shirt off, I’ll be back in a jiffy.“

Shawn obliged, throwing the slightly bloody button-down onto the back of the couch. Wally returned a moment later, eyes immediately focusing on Shawn’s exposed chest. “Uh, we didn’t have any- sorry, fresh outta carrots. Peas good?“

“I never cared for ‘em, but I suppose they’ll do,“ he teased, turning so Wally could slap the bag on the dark purple spot between his shoulder blades. He winced as the bag touched his skin. “Fuck a bastard, that’s cold.”

‘‘You want it be warm instead?”

“What I be wanting is my back to stop hurtin’, but I guess I we can’t have everything.” Silence filled the air for a moment. “I really do appreciate ‘ya helpin’ me out like this,“ he added.

“What, you think I was just gonna leave you to hobble back here on your own?” Wally flipped the now somewhat thawed bag over, pressing it over the bruise again. “I’d do that to Sammy, maybe, but not you.”

“Aww, ain’t you sweet? C’mere, you.” Shawn turned around and pulled Wally downward, firmly planting a kiss on his lips. Wally stumbled back immediately, nearly crashing into a nearby lamp. “I- I- What's the big idea!?“

“...I’m kissing you? What’s the problem here?“ Shawn asked in bewilderment, wincing as he tried to sit upright.

“I- you can’t just run around kissing fellows on the lips!“

“We’ve been datin’ each other for six damn months!“

“Yeah, but you’ve never-! Look, what if someone saw us?“

“Saw us-? We’re alone in your apartment! Who do you think’s gonna be seeing us, the pigeons?“

“No! I just think that we shouldn’t be doin’ this sort of thing yet!“

“And there, look! You’re doing it again!“

“Whatd’ya mean, “doing it again?”“

“That thing you do! You’re always perfectly happy to be together, but the second I so much as touch you you’re running away like a small frightened animal!“

“I am not!“

“Then kiss me!“

“No!“

Shawn let out an exasperated noise, rolling over onto his stomach. A few moments passed in silence, neither making eye contact.

“Listen,” Shawn finally spoke up. “If you don’t want to be together, you should just say so instead of draggin’ this out.“

“What? Hey hey, I never said that! I mean... look, I’ve been with a lot of girls.“

“Don’t I feel special.“

“But none of ‘em ever worked out, you know? I even hit it off with a few of ‘em, but it never really felt right. I even ended up in bed with this real cute dish, but I ended up gettin’ outta there just because it felt so weird. You’re the first person I actually feel somethin’ for, as sappy as that sounds.“

Shawn reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, popping one into his mouth and offering the rest of the box to Wally. He shook his head and Shawn switched the pack for a lighter. “I was just thinkin’ that you were havin’ second thoughts about this whole thing.“

“No, it’s more like... I guess I’m not comfortably messin’ around with a guy yet instead of a dame, and you surprised me.“

“I didn’t mean to. I was figurin’ you’d like a surprise. Guess not.“ Shawn took out the cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke as he sat back up. “Maybe we should be startin’ smaller. You wanna lie on this couch for a while with me, seein’ as I’m in no shape to be moving?“

“....Yeah, okay. I can do that.“ Shawn scooched over and Wally sat down beside him, leaning against his torso.

“Ow, ow! Éirigh as! Back!“

“Right, right, sorry!“

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #ink machine #wally franks #shawn flynn #thomas connor #grant cohen #shally #outdesign posts things #outdesign attempts to write #watch as i try and fail to juggle two different accents at the same time

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Undertale Monster Summer Mash: June 21st: Dog Days

Howdy, peeps! Another Undertale Drabble. This one dedicated to all the Undertale Puppers! I love dogs/canines to begin with and even though Sans ended up being my UT favorite meeting the dogs, esp meeting Greater Dog and hearing the beautiful Dogsong for the first time, is when I started to feel Undertale really worm its way into my heart. Toby Fox how did you know? XD

A special thank you to my friend @kittylovesvideogames for glancing it over and helping me tweek it.

Undertale Drabble: Dog Days. Featuring Papyrus, Frisk, Sans, Greater Dog, Lesser Dog, Doggo, Dogamy,Dogaressa, Endogeny, and Annoying Dog.

One fine summer day with a woof and a…another woof or two….oh and a bark and an arf, arf, arf a group of adorable, fluffy dog monsters were eagerly awaiting for a drive to the park for a rousing game of fetch. The past few days they had been begging their friends Frisk and the skelebros to take them out but it was suddenly monsoon season; for the past few days it was raining cats and dogs. The dog pack would have been fine playing out in the rain and going on without their friends but oddly enough even though they could take care of themselves the humans here…..weren’t used to canines being out on their own even when it came to a dog in a giant mecha suit. And let’s not even mention how the humans reacted to the “ghost” dog wandering around the streets on a stormy night. Go figure.

Today the dogs were up with the early rising sun. As soon as it was daylight Lesser Dog peered outside the window noticing the rain had stopped and the land had dried up for the most part. He let out a happy bark letting his fellow dog monsters know today was the day! Luckily for them Papyrus was an early morning person….skeleton..they noted he was already up and soon Lesser and Greater Dog bounded towards him, yapping and barking and nearly knocking him over.

“OK! OK! YES I KNOW!!HOLD ON I’M MISSING MY RED SCARF AND PLUS I HAVE TO... “ Papyrus clamoring through the excited dogs just when he thought he had cleared the puppy gauntlet he was met by Endogeny who was just as eager. The ghost pupper drooling out of its orifice in excitement. “YES I KNOW YOU TOO YOU CAN COME TOO!! ALL OF YOU GO WAIT IN THE CAR WHILE I LOOK FOR MY SCARF AND FETCH…”

All the dogs’ ears perked up as all began barking and frantically running around

.“OOPS NO NO! NOT THE GAME FETCH! I HAVE TO WAKE MY BROTHER AND SEE IF THE HUMAN IS READY!! I AM NOT TAKING ALL THE DOGS TO THE PARK BY MYSELF!!” Papyrus insisted.

The dogs finally calm down for a bit. Lesser Dog scrambled into their suit of armor and Greater Dog into his mecha suit before they ran for the car. Endogeny bounding after.

“HUH….WE’RE MISSING A FEW….” He heard a ruckus in the kitchen and went to investigate.Frisk wandered into the kitchen as well just in time for them and Papyrus to see Dogamy and Dogaressa clamoring in their fridge. Preparing sandwiches and other foods and placing them into a basket.

“OH MORNING FRISK! I GUESS THOSE TWO WANT TO HAVE A PICNIC WHEN THEY GET TO THE PARK! “ Papyrus greeted. Soon Dogi finished packing up and soon they were also heading for the car. “A DOG PICNIC….”

Frisk laughed. “Cool a dog picnic! I’ll go get Doggo and bring the frisbee and the balls. I know the dogs we’ll want to play fe…”

Papyrus quickly placed a hand over the human’s mouth.“DON’T SAY THE F WORD! NOT HERE! I JUST GOT THE DOGS TO CALM DOWN!!” Papyrus warned. “NOW I STILL HAVE TO FIND MY SCARF AND SEE IF SANS IS AWAKE! “

“I think he’s actually awake...I’m not sure. I woke him up and Sans was at least half awake when I left his room….but he didn’t come out so...better make sure. “ Frisk noted. “I’ll go get Doggo and meet you at the car.

”“ALRIGHT THEN I’LL JUST HAVE TO DRAG HIM OUT MYSELF!” Papyrus replied as he and Frisk split up. The human child going to gather up Doggo along with the dog toys and the skelly went into Sans’ room. Where upon entering Paps saw that Sans had actually made the effort to get up and dress himself before nodding off still sitting up…and missing his sneakers. “WELL AT LEAST YOU GOT DRESS ! “ He shakes Sans back awake.

“huh….wha….oh …*yawn* hey papyrus….don’t worry i’m up…i’m up...sorry i was dog tired..” Sans chuckled as he got up to search for his sneakers with his brother’s groaning response to his joke in the background. He finds one shoe under his bed …..and one being carried off. “oh..there’s the other one.. “ He noted a small, white dog with the other sneaker in his mouth. “thanks for finding that for me…” the short skelly grabbed the blue shoe and slips them over his feet. Before noting the dog….had something else that was missing.

“AND THAT’S WHERE THAT WENT I SEE.” Papyrus pointing out his red scarf that was tied around the dog’s neck much like a bandana and also wearing his shades. “FINE YOU CAN BORROW IT FOR THE DAY ! NOW EVERYONE TO THE CAR!”

“ok…” Sans responded by going in the direction of the wall and teleporting right into the car. In no time Papyrus arrived with the Annoying Dog following.

And if you’re wondering just how big Papyrus’ car is….not very in fact the red sports car was crammed but somehow Papyrus managed to fit in the driver’s seat with seven dogs, a human, and his big boned brother. It surely was a sight to behold. The humans they drove by all had the same baffled, gaping mouth expression. All the dogs clamoring and barking and howling all the way to their destination.

And if you thought the ride was amusing that was nothing compared to the arrival. As soon as the car found its way to the park Lesser and Greater Dog both scrambled out and ran about through the grass. Endogeny not too far behind and Doggo came romping after . Again the humans staring and….oh is that a dog in a mecha suit…?? ….is that a dog in a suit of armor?....what the,....is that a giant ghost dog???

And on the opposite end of the chaotic scale Dogamy and Dogaressa were calmly settling down under a tree for their picnic. Setting up the blanket and their sandwiches...made with doggie treats.

Last but not least was the small white dog calmly strolling behind the dog pack while wearing his “ Cool Dog” attire made from Papyrus’ scarf and shades.

At first the other humans looked on in bewilderment before accepting it as their reality.At first all but three of the dog pack were romping about, chasing each other, chasing poor little critters like raccoons and squirrels, and nearly knocking other people over. All that energy of being cooped up inside had been unleashed.

“OH JUST LOOK AT THEM HAVING SO MUCH FUN!!” Papyrus smiled while he was enjoying just watching the dogs running about and causing a ruckus

“ah yeah ,they’re having loads of fun...say maybe we better try to calm them down before they have too much fun there, “papyllon(papillon)”.” Sans noted as the dogs splashed about in a lone mud puddle they managed to find.

“RIGHT….WAIT….DID YOU JUST…”Papyrus just catching the punny dog nickname. “...ACTUALLY THAT ONE WASN’T TOO BAD….”

“aw thanks, bro.”

“Don’t worry! I’m on it!” Frisk was already digging through their backpack full of dog toys and holds up the ever famous stick. “Who wants to play fetch!?”

At the sound of those magic words Doggo, Greater, and Lesser Dog’s heads all perked up in unison before responding with a chorus of barks as they bounded straight for the human. In no time they had gotten within a few inches. Before Frisk raised the stick again. “SIT!” All at once the trio of dogs were sitting at their feet impatiently whimpering and waiting for their human friend to throw the stick. And ever so quickly Dogaressa and Dogamy were also sitting and waiting...having forgotten all about their picnic.

The “cool” Annoying Dog watching as out of nowhere he somehow began playing “Dogsong” ….where the song was playing from exactly nobody could tell.

“WAIT I BELIEVE WE’RE MISSING ONE!” Papyrus noted.

“yeah where’s the amalgamutt?” Sans asked before they heard the sounds of thunderous footsteps from behind and turn to see the large Endogeny with ectoplasmic drool frothing at the mouth as the dogs focused on the stick.

“There they are! Good dogs! Ready??” Frisk waves the stick in front of the waiting puppers , their tails wagging as excitedly as a tail could wag and their eyes not once breaking focus. “FETCH!” and like a bullet the dogs all took off .

The other humans watched almost in amusement, treated to a show of dog monsters playing fetch while “Dogsong” continued playing from its unknown source.

The game of fetch would continue all the rest of the afternoon until eventually everyone became dog tired and Papyrus would drive a car full of happy sleeping dog monsters home.All dreaming of that fine summer day...

The End :D

#Undertale #Undertale Monster Summer Mash #UTSS #Undertale Dogs #Papyrus #Sans #Frisk #ha cool dog is in ref to another cool dog btw :-P #and the intro is also a bit of a ref only needs a purr XD #Undertale Drabble #Muttsterion writes

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Explanations (Part 3)

The class had mixed reactions to hearing about the things Adrien had done and the pain he hid behind the mask of being a young male model for a world renowned designer. Marinette and Alya had perhaps the most visceral reactions, Nino stood silent clenching his fist and teeth trying his best to restrain himself from calling Adrien out right then and there. Marinette was crying through most of the story, she was coming to the realization that she didn't know Adrien as well as she once thought. The rest ,including Chloe, were sheepish as the same revelation dawned on them.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm more driven than ever to make sure Adrien's ok" Chloe stated trying to turn the dour atmosphere that had set in.

Fe' could see spirits flare at Chloe's words as they raised their fists letting out a collective "YEAH!!" thanking Chloe for being the one to say what they needed to hear. The mood had shifted to one of conviction even Marinette ,who was just on the verge of collapse, had seemed to regain her footing and looked more determined than any other.

"Oh and one more thing about Adrien before you go" the class looked at Fe' "He's a total dork and absolute mega nerd, best chance of finding him is at an expo". Adrien whistled a tune that caught the attention of Fe' and the class, Fe' repeated the tune in a different key "Apologies ,I seem to have dragged on, please go have fun" she said with a warm smile. The class was puzzled by what had happened but brushed it off and went on to enjoy the following hours at the pool.

Juleka had gone back to the main pool to talk to Nino "Your 'shy friend' told me to talk to you" he looked to Adrien who was watching from the hot tub.

When he received a confirming nod Nino gave Juleka the address of his uncle's tavern "Go there at around 10:00pm and he'll show you what you need to know". Juleka nodded before returning to Rose's side and enjoying the rest of their time at the pool with the class. Adrien stayed in the hot tub for most of the time but decided to cool off and to see how long he could hold his breath at the bottom of the pool. Nino had noticed him get into the main pool at first but went over to tease him when he did.

"Don't be such a stranger Bro, you decide to finally join the living" he asked jokingly, unfortunately his conversation caught the attention of the class. The girls took a notable interest in Nino's covered friend and were murmuring to one another as the two of them talked.

Adrien spoke quietly and in a timid manner "Hehe sorry man, you know how I get when there's people around" he waved his hand gesturing around him. "Hey do you mind timing me real quick? I want to see how long I can hold my breath at the bottom" he asked pointing toward the deep end of the pool.

Nino gave him a thumbs up "Of course Bro, I'll start counting when you hit the bottom and stop when you breach". Adrien closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let himself sink, once at the bottom he sat cross legged focusing on his heart beat. The girls wanted to get a better look at the boy who covered his head, as Adrien sat the girls all dove swimming toward him. Nino was occupied counting the seconds to notice the girls all swimming past him ,he was at 40 now, the girls swam close enough to touch him when they saw his scars and muscle tone. Adrien had noticed the distinct shift in light and felt the current around him churn and sway, he opened his eyes to see he was surrounded.

His focus broke and he shot himself to the surface gasping for air as he reached the surface, the girls breached soon after ,also gasping for air, around him keeping him from escaping. Adrien's instincts took over and he dove under again pushing off the wall behind him to dive underneath and past them. Before anybody knew what had happened and the girls figured out where he went he was on the opposite side of the pool plastered to the wall. Nino began to swim over and Adrien's head snapped to the noise like a cornered animal, the girls were surprised by his reaction and concerned.

Nino tried to calm his friend "Dude, dude, easy you're fine" he said holding his hands in front of him as he slowly approached getting close enough to grab his shoulders. "Calm down" Nino hushed his voice "Adrien you're fine" he said trying to stop his erratic breathing, slowly Adrien began to calm and his breathing became slow and deep. Adrien's eyes followed the girls as they began to swim closer, Nino raised his to normal speaking level "I think you should go do some breathing in the changing room". Adrien nodded in agreement and got out hustling to the boys locker room wrapping himself in a towel to cover the scars as he did.

"Is...is he going to be ok?" Marinette asked voicing the concern of the group.

Nino rubbed the back of his neck "Yeah he'll be fine, you guys really spooked him though" he said adding with a chuckle "I didn't know he could move that fast". He looked to the changing room "Gonna have to ask him what that was about, though considering his past I can probably make an educated guess".

Fe' was concerned "I think I should get going" she announced "-it was a lot of fun hanging out with you all, and thank you for your hospitality". She waved to the class as she entered the changing room, while she changed she called Adrien's cell.

"What's up Fe', everything ok?" Adrien asked answering his phone.

"I should be the one asking that question" Fe' replied then asking "Must've been a pretty bad flashback huh?".

Adrien rubbed his eyes trying to stop the slight burning from the pool water "Yeah, you leaving too or should I come pick you up later?" he asked as he began changing into jeans and a hoodie.

Fe' sighed and crossed her arms "I told them I was leaving so we can hang at my place until you need to go be a hero".

Adrien finished changing and grabbed his helmet "Sounds like a plan ,meet me outside by the bike, I've gotta talk to Nino real quick" Fe' hung up and left to wait outside. He entered the main pool area with his mask on and and hood up carrying his helmet in one hand, whistling to get Nino's attention as he approached the edge of the pool. Nino swam to meet him halfway but stayed mostly submerged, Adrien squatted down to talk with him as the girls watched sheepishly from the other side of the pool.

"You headin out, Bro?" Nino asked.

Adrien nodded "Yeah and I'm taking Fe' with me so I'll be at her place until later tonight, I'll probably be spending my spare time doing reno at the tavern". He held out his fist "See you later Nino, and tell the girls I said 'sorry, my anxiety flares when I get surrounded' for me".

Nino reached up pounding his fist against Adrien's "Sure thing Bro ,I got you, you go relax" Adrien chuckled before standing and exiting through the changing room. Nino went back to enjoying his time at the pool. Marinette recognized the bike helmet letting her quickly identify the hooded boy as the one who's been picking up Fe' on his bike.

She was curious though "What's his connection to Miss Fe', is he her boyfriend or something, and if he's so shy why ride a motorcycle, what is Nino not telling us" she thought to herself. "Follow me girls, it's time Nino gave us some deets on his friend" she said swimming over to him "Hey Nino, do you mind telling us more about your friend?" she asked.

Nino resorted to telling half truths again "Uhm-well thing is, that's actually the first time I've seen him without a shirt on and he doesn't talk about himself much so...".

Juleka helped him "So you don't know anything about all those scars?" she said pushing hair out of her face to wink.

"Yeah, he told me that he's pretty self conscious and came from a bad place but I never asked out of respect for his privacy" Nino said rolling off Juleka's question. The girls continued to question him for a while but Nino only told what he thought wouldn’t reveal too much or feigned ignorance telling them he didn't know or the subject never came up. Ultimately Marinette wasn't able to learn anything more than what she had already been able to surmise or guess from her observations. Meanwhile Adrien and Fe' were making the short ride to the apartment arriving about three hours before Adrien needed to be Chat and go on patrol with Ladybug.

They were greeted by Belial jumping onto Adrein's head and batting at his face, Adrien blocked his paw "Alright, alright, I'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long" he said removing his mask.

Fe' smiled "He must really have a connection with you hehe".

"Well we were both strays when we met and now we got it good, all things considered" Adrien explained grabbing Belial holding him in his arms like a baby "Isn't that right".

Plagg flew from his pocket "Hey what am I sliced cheddar?" he exclaimed.

"Aww come here you little incarnate of destruction" Adrien said reaching up with one arm catching Plagg and nuzzling him "You started this cat troupe".

"Egh! Fe', help me he's being a dork again" Plagg pleaded.

She tried to stifle her laugh but it came out anyway "Hahahaha"

Adrien paused "what so funny?" he asked.

Fe' had to wipe a tear from her eye before answering "Nothing, nothing it's just nice to see you've got a family even though Father treated you like property" she said.

Adrien put Belial on his shoulder and reached over Fe's shoulders, pulling her in "Don't act like you're not part of this Familia". She looked into his eyes before returning his embrace, they stayed inside watching funny videos and playing video games for two and a half hours before Adrien needed to be Chat. He took Belial with him on patrol and planned on taking him to the tavern while he worked to make up for leaving him alone for so long. Adrien transformed in the bathroom "Plagg claws out" and opened the window to leave putting Belial on his usual spot.

"Don't get shot ok" Fe' called from the couch as he left.

He laughed "I make no paw-mises" he called back closing the window and jumping from wall to wall digging his claws into the bricks to make finger holds. Once on the roof he started his patrol route for his half of Paris waiting for Ladybug at the Eiffel tower when he was done but she never showed. "Well looks like LB has her hands full in her civilian life...again" Chat thought aloud "-not like I haven't patrolled the whole city alone before so why should tonight be any different?".

Marinette was hanging out with Alya and the other girls in her room talking about Nino's mysterious friend "I think he’s with Miss Fe'" she said.

"Like..together, what makes you say that?" Mylene asked.

"Marinette, they haven't even been our counselor for two days and has only been in Paris for three, what makes you think they’re connected?" Alya added.

"The helmet" Marinette stated, everyone looked at her puzzled and the room fell silent.

Alix spoke up "You mean the motorcycle helmet, what about it?" she asked.

Marinette began to pace "The past two days after school Miss Fe' got on a bike with someone but I couldn't see the rider's face, and Nino’s friend had it when he came out" she explained. The others expressions still looked lost "Each time she got on she held him, like really close and tight" she elaborated adding "-does that not sound like they know each other?". They continued to gossip through the night while Chat patrolled Paris alone, stopping to wait for Ladybug at the tower one more time.

Chat sat and waited until he was about to de-transform *BEEP BEEP* "Well the city's quiet tonight and I got stuff to do at the tavern" he said to himself scratching behind Belial's ears. He shook his head "First she acts like she despises me, then she acts concerned and willing to listen, then she ditches me? Ok LB, sure, fine, great" he exclaimed annoyed. Extending his staff to the ground he slid down it like a fireman's pole and de-transformed, he wasn't in the mood to care. It was dark and he was wearing a hood and mask ,no one would be able to tell who he was, he walked to Fe's apartment to pick up his bike. It was getting late and Adrien didn't want to bother Fe' to get his Helmet so he decided to ride without one and pick it up tomorrow after patrol. The sound of the bike starting caught the attention of Marinette and the girls, they all rushed to the balcony to see where it was coming from.

Alya spotted the bike's light from across the street pointing to it asking "Is that the bike you were talking about, Mari?".

"Yeah that's it but he still has his face covered and no helmet" Marinette replied "Maybe if we get down there fast en-" he was already down the street before she could finish her thought.

"Darn!" Alya exclaimed "Well at least we know where he'll be tomorrow, question now is when" she said. Then as if a light bulb went on in her mind "Hey why don't we stay the night and take shifts watching the building" she suggested.

"Ooooh like a stake out?" Rose asked practically jumping at the thought.

Alya winked "Exactly" she said making a finger gun.

Juleka raised a finger stating "We should go get our pajamas and sleeping bags if we're staking out that 'shy friend' of Nino's" everyone looked to each other giving a determined agreeing nod. All at once they filed off Marinette's balcony and out the door running to their houses, Juleka took a different route than normal to go to the address Nino had given her.

With everyone out of the room Tikki flew out from behind the books she had been hiding behind "Marinette, you were supposed to be on Patrol with Chat tonight" she said.

Marinette pulled at her hair "Oh no you're right, do you think we can still catch him?".

Tikki face palmed "That was hours ago, Chat's probably finished by now" she looked around looking like she was searching for something "But I don't feel Plagg's presence".

"So then he might still be out there" Marinette said taking her stance "Tikki-".

"WAIT!" Tikki shouted "If you're not here when your friends come back they'll be suspicious" she explained with a serious tone "Chat will be fine". Marinette raised a hand to argue but Tikki cut her off "You'll have to make it up to him later ,for now, you should get ready for guests don't you think?".

Marinette deflated "You're right, I'll go make some snacks and grab snacks" she said with a defeated sigh.

Juleka was almost at the address but she was hesitant to enter the alley that was supposed to lead her to it "Is this really where Adrien’s been hiding all this time?" she asked aloud. The sound of a motorcycle approaching filled her ears, Adrien saw her looking at him standing at the entrance of the alley. He was curious as to what Juleka was doing out so late let alone staring into alleys like a little kid who's scared of what's crawling in the fog.

Adrien stopped next to her "What are you doing all the way out here, isn't you place down by the river?" he asked taking his hood down to reveal his blonde hair.

Juleka rubbed her arm replying "Nino told me to go to this address around this time and that 'you'd show me everything I needed to know' but I think I've got the wrong street".

"No you got the right street, taverns right down there" he said shaking his head and pointing into the mist filled alley.

Juleka shrunk back "Uhm" Adrien got off his bike and held out his arm toward her, Belail walked across over his arm jumping to her. She caught him in her arms and he began to nuzzle her purring loudly.

"Hold him" he said offering her his hand, Juleka took it holding Belial close with her other arm as they walked through the fog. After a few feet in the front of the tavern became visible, he opened the door gently pulling her through the door way trying to warn her "Mind the step". The warning didn't come fast enough and she tripped dropping Belial and letting out a surprised yelp, Adrien still had her hand and managed to catch her before she fell. Belial had landed on his feet but was spooked and ran behind the bar, Juleka might as well have been hugging Adrien thanks to the position they were in.

"I got ya, Jule?" Adrien said not moving out of fear she would fall again ,she tightened her hold around him, "Uh Jule, are you ok?".

"You have everyone worried sick" she said tightening her hold again "Why won't you just come back?" she asked demandingly.

Adrien sighed "I would have thought the pool story would be enough reason, but if it was then you wouldn't be here" he said. She let go and he went to turn on the lights pulling out a chair along the way telling her "You might want to sit down" as the lights came on, Juleka refused. "Then at least stand in front of it, trust me" he pleaded, begrudgingly she sat in the chair and waited for him to explain "Thank you" he said. Slowly he reached up and began to remove his mask, stopping just before he moved it away from his face "Last chance to take the story as explanation," he told her. Juleka was silent "Alright" moving the mask away he showed his bare teeth and large scar.

Juleka gasped and covered her mouth looking like she was about to pass out from shock, Adrien chuckled "Told you".

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Come On

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY @destieldrabblesdaily !!!! Shirley, you are the best. the absolute best. HERE IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT OF A HIGH-SCHOOL AU FOR YOU <333

Dean let out a long, slow breath.

He’d imagined this moment so many times that he’d managed to make the reality of it feel like another daydream. Should he do it at school, or somewhere else? Separately, or all at once? Slowly, or bluntly? Seriously, or as a joke? Over and over, round and round, he’d pictured how he should come out to his friends.

And now here he was, with them all gathered around one of the tables at lunch. It was too hot for them all to be hungry; the summer had set in early, and it was all around them - in the discarded juice boxes littering the floor, and the scent of hot tarmac outside, and the whine of the air conditioning. It was putting sheens on foreheads and turning skin to gold - and Dean and his friends were at one of the outside lunch tables, enjoying it.

Jo and Anna were laughing together about a video that Ash was showing them on his phone; Charlie was talking at length to Garth about the Dungeons and Dragons game that they were both a part of, and Hannah was quietly biting into an apple as she listened in. And opposite Dean, Castiel was reading his book.

Dean watched them all for a moment, unnoticed. He had his bare arms resting on the hot metal of the table, his t-shirt sticking slightly to his lower back in the heat. Soon, they’d need to move inside - but first, he had something he needed to tell them. They were his friends. He wanted them to know.

He took a deep breath, and let it go. He could feel his heart pounding.

“Dean?” Castiel said softly; when their eyes met over the table, Dean swallowed. Castiel’s face shifted; it was the barest hint of a frown, the tiniest tilt of the head, the gentlest clouding of his blue eyes - but in the silent language that they’d built up over the years, it was a clear question. Of course, Dean thought, Castiel would realise that something was wrong.

He cleared his throat.

“Hey, guys?” he said. In his nervousness, his voice came out a little hoarse; Jo and Anna stopped their laughing and Ash looked up from his phone at Dean, but Charlie didn’t hear and kept talking.

“- and I was thinking, like, if you don’t roll a natural twenty then you’ve completely screwed us all over and I’m going to have to put the chaotic side of chaotic neutral into effect, in your face, dude, because I worked hard to -”

“Guys?” Dean said again, a little louder. Charlie broke off, turning to him.

“It’s not the bell yet, right?” she said, looking confused and reaching for her phone.

“No, no,” Dean said. “Uh…” He cleared his throat again. It was time, he knew - this didn’t have to be a big deal, he just had to say it.

“Dean? Everything OK?” Jo said. She had a concerned expression blooming on her face, and Dean saw her send half a glance to Anna, who lifted a shoulder - and then, as Dean began to reply, she looked to Cas, who shrugged slightly too. At that point, she seemed to give up. Apparently, if Castiel didn't know what was up with Dean, no one would.

“I’m fine,” Dean said, watching them. “Really, I’m good. I just - actually, I have something I need to tell you guys. Well, I mean, I don’t need to, I guess. But I - uh, I want to.”

He expected someone to make a joke at this point - in his imaginings, now was the time Jo would say we all already know you’re hungry, Dean - or Garth would say don’t tell me, you need a hug - or Ash would ask if Dean was finally going to tell him where the DVD of A Knight’s Tale was, the one that he’d borrowed three years ago and never given back. At the very least, in Dean's imagination of this moment, Castiel would raise an eyebrow ever so slightly with a little light in his eyes and Dean would know he was thinking if you’re going to tell them about that time we accidentally set fire to a blanket fort after all these years of keeping it a secret...

Instead, they all were quiet - watching him attentively. Surprised by their seriousness, Dean swallowed hard. The pressure that had been growing inside him for weeks - it was like a dam barely holding back a river; Dean was suddenly tempted to divert the water away completely, and just tell them about the blanket fort incident instead -

“Dean,” Anna said, “whatever it is, you can tell us.” Hannah nodded hard, and Garth smiled.

“I, uh - I…” Dean tried. His throat felt as though it was going to close up and trap all his words in his chest. What if he'd completely misjudged this - what if his friends didn't want to know this about him? What if they hated him after he told them? Of course, he'd done his best to check that none of them were phobic or close-minded - but agreeing that Legolas could definitely be into dudes wasn't the same as finding out your close friend felt the same way, was it?

What if they felt betrayed - worse, let down? Disappointed in him?

“Come on,” Ash said impatiently - and Dean wanted to say, I would, but I’m busy trying to come out first -

“Dean,” said Cas, reaching out a hand at the same time as Anna pulled a water bottle out of her bag and pushed it over the table towards him.

“Dean, you're like - hyperventilating,” Jo said, her forehead creased. “Are you sick?”

Ash's eyes went wide.

“Is that what you're trying to tell us?” he said. “Are you sick? Are you dying?”

Charlie smacked him around the back of the head.

“Don't make jokes about that,” she said, as Ash rubbed the back of his head, looking indignant.

“I wasn't!” he protested. “It was a genuine -”

“I'm not sick,” Dean said. Cas’ hand was still reaching out, resting palm-down on the table. Dean leaned further forwards, trying to touch their fingers together as casually as he could. He gulped again, somehow not able to meet anyone’s eyes; he could feel his cheeks growing warmer and warmer as the silence dragged on. Cas’ fingertips were close, but not quite in reach - what if they pulled away forever, once Cas knew the truth? What if he hated Dean, what if Dean lost the best friend he had?

No. Dean couldn’t - wouldn’t believe that of Cas. He looked up into those blue eyes, and felt the familiar flare of warmth in his chest. The way that Dean felt about Cas was an ever-burning furnace, barely contained by the cage of his chest - and if he was honest with himself, the reason he wanted to come out to his friends now, and not later, had a lot to do with Cas. A lot to do with that hand close to his on the table; a lot to do with those blue eyes, the only ones he could bear to look into at this moment. A lot to do with the ceaseless burn in his chest that drove him onward.

“Dean…” Hannah said, her eyes wide and worried -

“I’m bisexual,” Dean blurted out. The words seemed to come from a deep, deep part of himself; it was only when he said them aloud that he realised he’d never done it before. They felt strong and good and true in his mouth.

His friends were quiet. Dean blinked around at them all; Hannah’s mouth was slightly open; Ash looked like he’d just got hit in the stomach; Charlie was suddenly very quiet indeed - and Cas seemed to be made of stone. He didn’t move, but Dean only had to look into those blue eyes to see the strength of the movement inside - the upheaval, the sudden storm.

Dean bit his lip. No one was saying anything.

“Bisexual,” Jo said, sounding calm. “Huh. I wondered.”

“You never,” Anna said, shooting her an amused glance before turning back to Dean. “I think that’s great, Dean. You didn’t need to be nervous to tell us.”

Dean felt something loosen in his chest as Jo and Hannah nodded. Garth blinked and said,

“So… you like guys?”

Nodding, Dean waited for his verdict.

“Huh. Cool,” Garth said, sounding as though he’d just found out that Dean liked toast, or played the guitar.

“But it’s not just guys, right?” Ash said. “Like, bisexual means both?”

“Uh - it means two or more,” said Dean uneasily. “I kinda could like anyone, you know? Regardless of their, uh, their gender.”

“You like everyone?” Ash said, eyes wide. Charlie rolled her eyes.

“He didn’t say he likes everyone, moron,” she said. “He said anyone.” Ash pulled a face at her.

“Well,” he said seriously. “Dean. I want to thank you for telling us this.”

The group, as a whole, nodded - all except for Cas, who kept still and quiet. Dean, his heart in his mouth, tried to smile around at everyone else.

“And I have a very important question.” Ash folded his hands on the table. “Would you… as a bisexual... kiss me?”

“Oh my god, Ash!” Jo said, and Charlie gave him a push that almost sent him sprawling off the bench. Anna was laughing; Dean felt the mood upswing again, and wished that he could go with it. Cas still hadn’t said a word.

“What?” Ash said. “It’s a genuine question! If he likes everyone -”

“Could like anyone,” Charlie corrected.

“- then why not me?”

“I’m not into you like that, man,” Dean said, a little smile on his face. “Sorry ‘bout it.”

Ash brushed imaginary dust off his shoulder, and sniffed. “Our babies would have been beautiful,” he said. “Imagine. Your face, my hair…”

“I don’t think that’s how -” Hannah started to say, but she was swiftly interrupted.

“Would you kiss Garth?”

“Ash,” Charlie said.

“Oh my god, you child,” Anna chimed in. Jo rolled her eyes. Garth, meanwhile, looked to Dean good-naturedly.

“Nah,” Dean said. “I wouldn’t -”

“This is stupid. What is this, middle school?” Anna scoffed.

“Why are you only picking the dudes at the table, anyway,” Jo said. “He’s bisexual.”

“Fine,” Ash said, mock-glaring at her. “Would you kiss Hannah?”

“Not - not really,” Dean said uncertainly, looking over at her. “I mean -”

“I wouldn’t kiss Dean,” Hannah said, “if anyone’s interested.”

“What about Jo?” Ash demanded.

“No -”

“What about Anna?”

“No, dude!” Dean said, slapping his hand on the table. He wanted this game to end, before -

“What about Cas?”

Dean went silent.

Cas, who had barely moved for the five minutes they’d been talking, had his eyes on Dean - his gaze, a familiar weight, felt heavy. Dean swallowed, the world seeming to slow down, down, down.

He turned his head, and met Cas’ look.

Cas’ face was flat, almost expressionless - but to Dean, who spoke its language, it was more eloquent than speech. Cas was watching Dean like he was a knife, a blow about to fall - like Dean was a danger. Without thinking, Dean moved his hand slightly, inching his fingertips closer to Cas’ - so, so close to a touch.

Aloud, he managed to say,

“Uhhhh…”

The group waited expectantly for Cas to get the same answer they’d all received. Dean had it ready, had a lighthearted tone planned, knew the play-it-cool smile he would use to sell it. He couldn’t just admit, right here, right now, in front of everyone, that he wanted to kiss Cas. That would be bravery beyond what he possessed, far beyond.

And yet - the look in Cas’ eyes waited for Dean’s words to deal their fatal blow, to say that simple no - and he looked so quietly and unnoticeably distraught that Dean felt his decision swinging on a hinge.

Cas moved his finger - and it was against Dean’s, ever so slightly.

The touch was a quiet miracle.

And Dean pressed his lips together. The lie wasn’t coming out of his mouth. For the sake of that touch, he could be braver than he was.

“Oh… my… god,” Anna said.

“You are kidding me right now,” Jo said.

“I freaking knew it,” said Charlie. “I freaking knew -”

“Dean…?” Cas said, quietly, and his was the only voice that Dean could hear clearly. His eyes, his face, they were the only things Dean could see. The rest of the world was softening and blurring out, hushed.

He’d stopped looking like he expected a fatality, Dean thought, looking at Cas. His own hands were shaking, his heart was thudding. He opened his mouth to say something, and didn’t know what to say.

“You’d…?” Cas said.

Dean’s eyes flicked down to Cas’ lips - the lips that he knew so well, the lips that said his favourite words and pulled his favourite expressions. Dean knew them in sadness and in happiness and in hope. He knew their shape, he knew their colour. He’d imagined touching them a thousand times. He’d wanted to kiss them for longer than he could remember.

In the language that they spoke - with just an upward flick of one eyebrow, and a wry pinch of his lips - Dean said, yes.

“Maybe we should leave them alone…” Dean caught Jo saying - and then Cas’ hand was raising up off the table, and reaching out - and like his partner in a dance, caught up by the whirl of the suddenness of the movement, Dean was leaning forward and up, and Cas was suddenly close, close, close, and around them there were yells and laughter and whoops of confusion -

And then their lips met, and there was nothing else.

Nothing but the kiss. The sensation of Cas’ lips on his own - the feeling of that familiar hand, those well-known fingertips brushing down the side of his neck. Dean’s hands were pressed up against Cas’ chest, were fisted in his shirt, were pulling him in closer - his eyes were closed, and all he could feel, all he knew, was Cas.

Cas.

“Cas,” Dean whispered against Cas’ lips when they broke apart. “Cas…”

“Dean -”

Cas kissed him again - and then he was suddenly being pulled away, his shirt wrenched out of Dean’s hands. Dean managed to stifle the little no! that rose to his lips, as Cas half-tumbled back into his seat on the bench. Ash patted him on the shoulder, and said,

“Let’s keep it PG in the schoolyard, folks.”

Dean’s heart was shock after shock of lightning in his chest. His fingertips were numb. They’d just - they’d just kissed. He’d kissed Cas.

“Get a room,” Jo added, though her eyes were bright and she reached over and ruffled Cas’ hair. “Honestly. How long has that been coming?”

“Only forever,” Charlie said, answering for both of them. Dean couldn’t take his eyes off Cas, couldn’t believe what had just happened - except that he could, he could, because Cas was sitting opposite with a flush on his cheeks and an expression on his face that anyone could see was somewhere far, far out on the other side of absolute happiness.

“Sooooo,” Ash said, mock-casual. “Dean, I think everyone’s cool with the bisexual thing. Maybe some of us more than others. Cas, anything you’d like to tell us?”

Cas’ eyes were shining.

“I like Dean,” he said. Dean wanted to shout, wanted to cry, wanted to fly; he settled for pressing his lips together to stop himself from breaking his own face with a smile too wide, and reaching out a hand to hold Cas’.

“Think we got that,” Ash said drily. “Anyone else?”

As one, Jo, Anna, Hannah, and Garth cleared their throats.

“You’ve got to be -” Ash stared around at them all, and then sighed. “Who’s going first, then?”

Charlie stood up.

“Me,” she said. “Me first.”

Dean couldn’t move for happiness. There would be time for him and Cas, later - their linked fingers were a promise of it. For now, this was enough: to sit with the people who knew him best, and listen to them speak - happy as kings together, trying out new ways to be open and true as the sun turned their skin to gold.

#whelvenwingsfic #destieldrabblesdaily #happy birthday shirley ilysm!!!#i hope u like the fluff #<333333333333

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vibrant-goddess · 5 years

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yeah im drinking a bit at 130am i have to be at work in five hours but im SAD and i hate my coworkers and im gonna stay up and feel like shit all week so you know fuck it im gonna bitch about it on main bc im tired of giving a fuck about what people think of me and im not putting it under the cut because i seriously dont fucking care

i shoulda bought more cigarillosi havent fucking smoked in seven years like my parents found my cigars when i was a baby adult and yelled at me so i tossed them and never looked back

except now i live on my own in a tiny shitty room that is cheap enough for me to pay off my student loans real fucking fast living with two extremely adorable dogs(they’re my roommates) who dont like being petted so what even are they good for except dragging in dead animals all the fucking time and leaving hair everywhere literally i had to stop baking for my coworkers because no matter how clean i was i ALWAYS FOUND MORE FUCKING FUR but its fine because i don’t like these coworkers anyways

like i know i work in tech but what are the fucking chances that my team would be four white blonde guys(at least two are blue eyed) in their early thirties and then me like what the FUCK and i still have two more months with these fuckers. i have to figure out how to survive eight more weeks with these people who don’t like or respect me. i feel like a goddamn token minority hire and it makes me want to quit. like, just straight up two weeks notice i don’t give a FUCK about completing the rest of my work i don’t give a FUCK about helping this team i don’t give a FUCK about this work assignment my coworkers are so fucking dismissive and passive aggressive AT BEST and whiny turds at worst. i hate coming in at 630 and leaving at 345 without taking a lunch so my work has gotten like 10 extra hours of work for me thats literally, after tax, another student loan payment.

im so fucking miserable here. this town is so fucking small. theres nothing to do here except spend twenty dollars to go to tea except i have to do it myself bcause i dont know how to fucking interact wioth people

and then i thought this month oh ill try to get people i like together for halloween movies at my house except my house is a disaster because my roommate doesnt know how to fucking clean her shit up

literally her dogs shit on the couch and she took hours to do a half assed job of cleaning up. i cleaned the table, the kitchen, the floors, everything, and within two weeks she covered the newly cleaned surfaces with her shit. and like, its like pulling teeth to even get her to move her shit from the dryer after a MONTH so i know any sort of cleaning isn;t going to get done by her

like i thought leaving my parents house would make things so much better i thought the distance would allow me to finally live like an adult, but im essentially living the same fucking life, overextended by my responsibilities, depressed to the point of ideation, too anxious to talk to anyone, except now i have quadruple the bills, still no fucking s/o because apparently im totally unfuckable like even this fucking loser from target ghosted me, and my parents passive aggressively text me everyday because i don’t update them all the time on my THRILLING life that consists of a nine hour work day, three hours of studying for a professional exam that my work won’t pay for, and two hours of costume shit based on a character in a game series i don’t even fucking like for a party im not even going to attend

and like the obvious answer is drop the costume shit, block your parents for a couple weeks, and go to therapy. i hurried i RUSHED to get my own health insurance so i could finally finally get therapy, only to find out that if my work finds out im getting therapy theyll block any chance at promotion and in this small shitty town there are ten total therapists in a sixty mile radius, only two of which specialize in the CBT (cognitive behavioral therapy) except one is a dude and the other does christian counseling and i fucking refuse to interact with religion i dropped any pretense of religion four years ago and im not fucking going back and if you even FUCKING mention it to me i stg so i guess i have to take my chances with the dude

god i dont want to go to work tomorrow but ive p consistently taken a day off every two weeks and im trying to save up my leave for when i want to just fucking ditch out for a week next year after i pay off my student loans

like EVERYTHING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER ONCE I MOVED. i told myself oh everything will be better once i transfer except it wasnt i got even more stressed and felt more pressure. i told myself oh everything will be bettwe once i graduate except not only was it not but i hit the worst period of my life after graduating i couldn’t socialize i couldn’t speak i just laid on the floor of my childhood room crying and cutting myself because i couldn’t functgion because life didnt have purpose anymore. i told myself oh everything will be better once i move out once im away from the environment tht made me sick BUT GUESS WHAT TUMBLR the FUCKING ENVIRONMENT THAT MADE ME SICK WAS ME. GUESS WHAT I’M THE TOXIC PRESENCE IN MY LIFE. GUESS WHAT YOU CAN’T RUN AWA FROM YOUR OWN BRAIN.

im so fucking tired of trying im so tired of waiting for things to get better i keep trying things i did cbt on my own for months and it did nothing i drank a lot for a month and it did nothing but make me pee a lot i smoked again and it didn’t help i start cutting again and it did nothing like the only vice i have is eating except to pay off my student loans asap my food budget got stripped so i cant even do that and im just. im so fucking tired of this. im tired of throwing money at my student loan app. im tired of having no room besides my bed so i have to cut fabric while laying under my bed because there no room for me and my cutting mat. im tired of spending every weekend studying my fe study materials for an exam to get a certification my work doesn’t care about whatsoever. im tired of not feeling excited about anything. this is usually my favorite month of the year and i havent done a single fall activity. i dont know why the only person in this stupid city who likes me is the dude who realized im the only single black girl in the city and therefore has decided to make it his mission to try to wear me down so he can fuck me. im tired of working in a team where i have to be the voice of all women all black people and all queer people. im tired of having to either report my comings and goings to my parents from two hundred miles away when they don’t pay for any of my shit(in fact, i pay for some of their shit and they still demand updates like they’re entitled to my fucking life) hold on im getting another drink

and like if i want to even be considered one of the team i have to perform to perfection better than the other fuckers on the team whic means i have to show up before the earliest arriver and leave after my boss leaves and i still gotta do all my personal shit and i cant take a lunch and im UFKCKING SICK OF IT. the other team in our open office is a million times more diverse, they actually communicate and discuss shit. their boss is a woman and they occasionally have women on their team on assignment. they spent an hour debating and charting pizza topping preferences so they could order pizza together. meanwhile, my team cant even be assed to actually ask me a question.

i dont fucking want to go to work tomorrow. i dont want to fucking go back to this team ever again. my boss offered me a permanent position and i didnt know how to tell him that i hate this team and i cant wait to leave and mute the team server forever and if my next assignment didnt require an additional security thing(DESPITE THE FACT THAT I’VE NEVER STEPPED OUT OF LINE MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE I HAD GOOD HS ATTENDANCE I PARTICIPATED IN CLUBS I GOT A FUCKING NATIONAL AWARD I VOLUNTEERED WITH A CHRISTIAN CHURCH I PARTICIPATED IN CLUBS AND STUDENT ORGS IN COLLEGE I DIDNT DRINK A SIP OF ALCOHOL UNTIL I WAS 21 I DIDN’T SMOKE UNTIL I WAS 18 I NEVER TRIED ANY DRUGS NOT EVEN WEED IN FACT THE MOMENT DRUGS WERE PRESENT IN MY SOCIAL CIRCLES I LEFT THOSE SOCIAL CIRCLES AND NEVER LOOKED BACK I NEVER COMMITTED ANY CRIMES I NEVER ASSOCIATED WITH ANYONE WHO DID CRIMES IVE NEVER LEFT THE COUNTRY AS AN ADULT I LITERALLY HAVE THE BACKGROUND OF SOMEONE WHO SPENT 25 YEARS SITTING IN A ROOM EATING SALTINES AND STARING AT A WALL UNTIL I STARTED WORKING) that is taking fucking forever despite my perfect background i would have left this assignment early AND i would have given them excellent documentation when i went.

im so fucking tired. im tired of everything.

#i finished writing this shit at 230 at this point any sleep is gonna be shit but the alcohol is making me sleepy so whatever #there was no chance i was going to get a decent nights sleep anyways #i fucking hate everything

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crystalelemental · 5 years

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FE Fates Replay - part 8

I initially intended to wait until clearing the game, but...there’s enough for a new part. I made it up to us storming Hoshido proper, the map against Sakura being our first map to take on. Everything between when I left off, after recruiting Shura, to now? Really dumb. Surprise.

Chapter 18 is actually halfway decent, both in terms of its story and its design. The map itself is the first map with a ton of promoted units, and wow does the difficulty spike show. Oh wait. No it doesn’t. Camilla is as a god, and somehow hit speed cap, so like...have fun with the Killer Axe, sis. Not to mention how helpful Savage Blow is at getting other units kills. She’s really, really good. Definitely the best in the army, maybe second only after Corrin, who just doesn’t take damage with the dragonstone.

The story itself is that the Hoshidan siblings and the Nohrian siblings both arrive in Izumo, a neutral territory where they cannot take up arms against one another. They’re still hostile, but both sides agree not to engage in open hostilities, leading to Corrin making her best effort to get them to reconcile. It doesn’t work, but she’s right. Xander and Ryoma are very similar in their dedication to the kingdom, and given an alternate timeline, they can be friends. It’s a shame that this tender moment does exactly nothing to actually bring them to an attempt at peace.

A subordinate of Nohr, some little weasel man named Zola, kidnaps the Hoshidan siblings and prepares to have them sentenced to death. Your job is to rescue them, because fuck this guy, and that’s dishonorable. They’re not wrong, but it does feel like no one here knows how to do war. The map is basically setting up two bosses, Zola himself, and the ridiculously powerful double Bold Fighter armor knights guarding the siblings. They’re the worst part of this. It took the combined efforts of Corrin, Camilla, and Charlotte to take them both down. Comparatively, Zola offered no resistance, and Felicia actually killed him on accident. Whoopsie doodles.

Chapter 19 involves the kitsune. Since the Hoshidans know exactly where you are and where you’re headed, they get ready for the attack. Azura suggests that, instead of going through the mountains where the Hoshidans know you’ll be coming, we should go this other route that humans don’t go through because of the kitsune. Turns out, they’re super dangerous, and kill anyone who enters. So logically, we should go that way. It’s a fight either way, so I guess let’s involve innocents. After the map, Corrin has the audacity to complain that innocents got dragged into this. Listen, I get that the other direction was well-fortified and all, but you had a choice and decided to go this way knowing you’d still be fighting, just a neutral enemy instead of your stated one. This is entirely, 100% your fault, and your complaining about not wanting to spill blood here rings hollow. Also this map sucks. The kitsune can just be invulnerable to attacks until they attack you, and it’s bullshit. Sure, let them move around wherever they want and then jump out and attack you! Also the strongest ones have Pass! Because fuck your defensive line and attempts to box them in, they’re going straight for Elise! Bullshit.

Chapter 20 is pointless and frustrating. The scene is that you want to pass through another neutral territory, but they’re like “fuck no, get out.” Corrin’s like “Pretty please?” and the guy’s like “Oh wait, that’s a magic sword, fight me to see if you’re worthy.” And then you fight them, because of reasons. It’s really ill-defined. The map sucks because there are constant heavy winds that push your units around, and if you hit an unfortunate spot at the wrong time, you’re thrown into enemy range. Still, nowhere near as bad as the kitsune horseshit. At least the wind has the courtesy to only happen at the end of enemy phase, so if you use it right, you can actually get the drop on enemies. Dragon veins in this map are also okay. They’re not hugely important, but mostly it’s nice because you just stop the wind from messing up your position. The whole map would’ve been invalidated by Camilla, if it weren’t for that one flying archer with crazy range on the right side of the map. So I guess that was a smart design. Once you clear the map, the chief’s like “Okay, you’re pretty worthy I guess” and Corrin’s like “Oh thank god, I wasn’t sure if the magical sword choosing me and reacting to the strength of Leo’s tome meant I was doing a good job or not.” And then you fuck off. Riveting.

Chapter 21 is...okay, I kinda liked this one, even though I feel like I fucked up a perfectly good grinding opportunity. Basically, there are Faceless appearing constantly. Every turn, two will appear somewhere, alternating at the top and bottom of the stairs. You have two options, really. One is, you try to take out everything behind you, and let the Faceless maneuver toward you. Ill-advised, as it turns out. They’re fairly strong, and there are many of them. The alternative is, using Dragon Veins. A lot. See, the Dragon Veins here halt the movement of every enemy on the entire map. So you lock them down, and then have all your units charge in. Then, the only ones that are scary are the stone-hurling motherfuckers, who have crazy range and almost one-shot Elise. Fuck those guys. It is pretty fun to navigate your way through quickly. My one regret is that I actually retreated after beating the boss. I should’ve just let things spawn until we all hit level 20. Oh well, live and learn.

My problem with Chapter 21 is the story, specifically what happens after the map. See, the lead-up isn’t terrible, in that you find a bunch of dead Hoshidans, and are suddenly ambushed by the Faceless that caused it. Not gonna ask how they got all these Faceless in here when we had to travel by boat and foot, but hey, whatever. The problem is, after beating the map, there’s a dramatic scene of Corrin being told by Xander and Azura that no matter what, she has to live and press on, even if it means leaving the others behind. After much turmoil, Corrin runs ahead, leaving the two of them behind. When she finally reaches the exit, another Faceless appears and ambushes her. Before she can be killed, Lilith of all fucking people jumps out and takes the blow, dying instantly. Now, remember that whole thing where characters have to be in the story to feel any connection? Attempting to make us feel really bad about Lilith’s death, when she hasn’t shown up in the main story at all, is...not working. At all. But they try to be dramatic, and then Xander shows up! Yeah, it turns out his incredible martial prowess meant that everyone was able to fight off the remaining Faceless and everything’s fine! So, to recap, none of this would’ve happened if you all weren’t so fatalistic and willing to let each other die. The entire point of Corrin’s character is not leaving anyone behind and preventing deaths. That’s her whole MO. But somehow, in this scenario where you still have everyone fighting well, they convinced you to leave your allies to die, and because of that, an actual innocent friend materialized conveniently to shield you from an ambush you would’ve avoided had you just insisted on fighting together with your friends like you usually do. This whole sequence just feels really dumb, both from how it’s constructed and what’s happening. Typically, Corrin would not have done this at all, so the whole thing feels incredibly forced, all for the sake of having a non-character die so Corrin can...I guess learn the horrors of war? But we’ve seen the horrors of war. Several times. Remember when Gunter was kicked into the pit? Remember when that sword her dad gave her exploded and killed Mikoto? Remember Cheve, and how all of them were massacred? Or hell, even Leo killing Zola to prove the point that showing mercy on people who don’t deserve it would bite you in the ass later. We’ve had this message plenty of times from less stupid avenues, and having Lilith killed off does nothing.

That said, when you get back to My Castle, you can still “feed” Lilith. You leave an offering and Corrin gets really sad, then the food just fades out, followed by the triumphant level up music and Lilith’s corpse just sits there. It’s the most unintentionally hilarious thing in the world.

Next time, we’re thankfully about to end this shit. I will say this though. When you temper your expectations, and are like “Yes this is dumb, but how much fun is the game itself?” It’s not too bad. Some of the maps have awful gimmicks, but for the most part, the act of playing Conquest has been pretty enjoyable. It’s just a shame the story is so...the way it is.

#fire emblem fates #fire emblem fates replay

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