#like no wonder lappland is so fucked up over her
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Just had the most insane shounen girlyaoi brain explosion for Younger Texas/Lappland.
You know how Texas is quiet while Lappland is actually personable, outgoing, and charismatic? God, that little detail suggests such a perfect shounen enemy backstory, like some real Jojo’s Part 1 shit.
Like. Okay. Imagine when they were younger and living under the same roof.
Young Lappland is a skilled fighter, ruthless, talkative, swaggering: easily beloved by everyone, surpassing everyone’s expectations. The perfect mafioso, who’s worked so hard to meet the expectations of an heir, grown so well out of the troubled, excessively soft-hearted child she used to be—but there’s some dark, swirling discontent in her, a disgust, unvoiced, vague and violent that she keeps trapped behind her smile.
The fact that nobody else notices it just makes her feel all the more disdain for them.
And then Texas arrives—quiet, unwilling to participate in all the dick-measuring and bluster, uninvested in the Mafia’s idea of itself, uninterested in making connections—but she’s so clearly naturally talented that everyone respects her anyway.
She doesn’t have to do any of the work to make people like her. She doesn’t have to play the perfect gangster. She doesn’t even care. And everyone *still* loves her.
And Lappland just hates her hates her hates her. But she’s also jealous, and she admires her, and she connects with her like she connects with nobody else, and she also learns from her, they fight so well side-by-side, they balance each other’s temperaments, and Texas *sees* her, and Lappland hates her, hates her, loves her.
They have a special connection to one another. They spend a lot of time together.
But there’s a rift there, too. Because Texas, she’s upended Lappland’s life, made herself the center of it, and Lappland kind of resents her for it. But Lappland doesn’t seem to have made any sort of indelible impact on her at all. And she can’t stand it.
And as Lappland’s hatred for Siracusa and what they do and what they are and how they think grows, as she starts to get wilder and more violent and more trapped and hopeless, more bitter, more resentful of the unaffected Texas, her facade starts to crack, and the rifts run between them, pushing them farther apart.
And then Texas leaves.
And Lappland starts to spiral, a little bit. She still performs perfectly, but she’s a bit of a loose cannon. Scary. Not “who she was.” All she can look forward too is the next time she sees Texas again.
And then, years later, Texas abandons her obligation, and Lappland betrays her duty, and she gets her duel.
And Texas wins.
But of course, all it seems to mean to her is that she can leave.
She just looks back once, at Lappland, bleeding on the ground, in the rain, the Texas estate on fire behind her, staring up at her with madness in her eyes, and she turns and walks into the forest.
#ill never recover from il siracusano#the brainrot is fucking permanent with these two#they are like. the best shounen rival duo. do you see it.#like no wonder lappland is so fucked up over her#only hg would be like ‘yeah we’re only going to show you the fourth arc of this insanely high-quality mature shounen political story’#hnnnnng#lappland#cellinia texas#arknights#this post may have been inspired by JJK season 2#but who’s to say
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I think at least for me Schwarz is in the same boat as Tomimi: I recognize the horny design, but she's too funny for me to be horny about. She's not nearly as funny as Tomimi, don't get me wrong, but I just love this like, born and raised assassin who met this upper-middle-class bookworm with a parasol and because the bookworm didn't know any better to be scared of her Schwarz decided she had no choice but to simp.
No no you're right, Schwarz IS funny.
Schwarz was a normal kid that HAHA THAT'S A LIE She is originally from Rim Billiton and her parents were ore traders, but then one day they got scammed into buying not Whatever Ore They Wanted but Originium Ore instead, which 1) they didn't deal with and 2) got Schwarz infected. So they went to complain like "hey you scammed us" and the scammers were like "the customer is always WRONG" and killed them, then grabbed Babby Schwarz and sold her to slavery, where she was purchased by a mercenary group that trained her to be the Ultimate Child Assassin later Ultimate Assassin in general, and they were like "Ok, we finally can take on this big job! We're going to kill the Mayor of Siesta! And for that, we need our BIGGEST GUN" and who else would be the gun of sizeable heft if not Schwarz?
So Unfailing Super Assassin Schwarz confronts the Mayor, and the Mayor says "hey, you are pretty good at this, you should be my daughter's bodyguard" and Schwarz was like "literally why" and Majorman was like "better pay, better life, I have a cute daughter your age" and Schwarz was like "bet" and well, she did just that, but they don't tell Ceylon ANY of this, so as far as Ceylon knows, Schwarz is just her weird stoic lovable bodyguard friend gal pal who makes really good tea and also for some reason can destroy entire armored platoons with just a crossbow but otherwise totally normal.
What you have to remember is that Ceylon is a scholar, an academic, a researcher, she's high int, but definitely low wis, because you know she has witnessed Schwarz go full John Wick With A Pen on at least six different people and all Ceylon could think was "Wau! I can't wait to go home so we can continue watching Utena :D" like, this was NORMAL for Ceylon, this was normality, no wonder she sees every freak at Rhodes Island and is like "this is a peaceful place with kind inhabitants, a true and tried pharmaceuticals company cut from the finest of cloths!", when your frame of reference for normality is SCHWARZ, of course you'll witness Specter chewing on reinforced metal, Ifrit burning entire hallways in a bout of rage, Shamare playing medium to the forces of the abyss, and Lappland eating a Kitkat wrong and be like "this is literally just Tuesday". Ceylon probably believes Shalem is a normal guy.
It gets even worse/better when you realize that Schwarz was getting MK Ultra Superassassin training when she was like 8.
Schwarz has 20 years of combat experience. That's an insane amount!
But she got infected when she was 6! Which means she was sold to slavery and subsequently trained to be Solid Snake Catgirl around the time when she was maybe 8 or so! NO WONDER Schwarz looks at all the freaks at Rhodes Island and is like "haha oh wow you are all freaks I respect literally every single one of you" LIKE YEAH OK SCHWARZ, THEY ARE FREAKS, but not you, oh, no, not you, you are only accomplishing what all these people manage with extreme dimensional-reality warping powers and super unholy magic, by simply being that good with your crossbow. Schwarz' superpower is literally "is REALLY good with a crossbow" and it matches and surpasses people with fucking reality altering powers or control over gravity or what the hell ever, Schwarz is a fucking riot, she really said "Wow! I never thought I'd see anyone like you people!" well yeah no one would expect a single catgirl with a crossbow to fucking blow up the Pentagon singlehandedly if she could, Schwarz definitely has the sheer firepower and skill for it, just because she's THAT good at Crossbow.
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Hey There Little Lupo, Lemme Whisper in Your Ear...
“...Hmm.” The Doctor rolled over in his bed to turn his lamp on. “Could have sworn I heard something.”
“You did.” Lappland was standing at the end, a bloodcurdling smile on her face.
His face blanched. “You...you’re finally going to kill me, aren’t you?”
“What? Without a fight?” She chuckled. “You really think that little of me?”
“Okay, so if you’re not here to kill me - which I still suspect - why are you here?”
The Lupo crawled over the edge of the bed and next to him. “I couldn’t sleep, got bored, had an idea, and decided to test it out on you.”
“...What the fuck does that mean.” The fear was back, although somewhat muddled by another biological impulse. “Lappland, what does that mean?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just snuggle up-” She wrapped her arms around his chest as she said this, pressing herself against his back “-and let me whisper in your ear.”
Well, it wasn’t death, and she didn’t seem like she wanted to hurt him…“Alright, but don’t get too comfortable.”
“Heheh...We’ll see about that. Now, let’s get you back to sleep.”
“Huh?” He wanted to turn around and face her, but he couldn’t without moving her as well. “O-okay, then.”
Lappland set her head against his back and, in a low whisper, said, “Auto-sensory meridian response.”
“...I get it now.”
“You’re a light sleeper, Doctor.” The Lupo continued, her voice sending delicious tingles along his scalp. “I hear the other Operators talk about it sometimes. Gravel says you wake up almost every hour at least once...That a fly on your wall buzzing could pull you from a nap...But you look so cute when you’re asleep~”
And back to being weird...but he already knew all of that. The Zalak had told him as much. Had she taken photos, or...or had Lappland visited him before? Normally that’d be sending a chill down his spine, but it was already occupied.
“I wondered how long I could stand there without you hearing me. Gravel said that on a good day, she could hide for about half an hour. Maybe I’ll tell her I beat her record, but I’m not sure...I like the thought of you being the only one who knows. It makes it more special.”
Was it just because she’d gotten into bed with him this felt so intimate? She was probably just messing with him - one thing everyone knew about Lappland was she had a very strange view on what was ‘in good fun’ or ‘entertaining,’ and if she was talking to Gravel then God knew what she might start talking about - but there was always a chance, wasn’t there?
“Mmm...I can hear your heartbeat. Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump. You still don’t know what to think of this, and...I don’t know, either.”
Oh? That was a twist. It was getting harder to focus - hell, this might actually put him to sleep.
“I...I want to know what goes on in your mind. I want to understand you, and to see if maybe you can understand me. No one does, and I know why, but when I see you...when I see you...You’re still awake. Good. If you weren’t, I might be less honest with myself. I could say my plan worked, I had my fun, and I could brag to Gravel about beating her record, but I don’t want to do that, to cheapen this moment. Even if it’s only once I can speak so freely with you, I’m happy you want to listen.”
He felt a tear falling from one of his eyes, but he didn’t move or try to stop it. As heart-wrenching as this was, he felt so at peace, which considering this was Lappland seemed so impossible…
“You don’t need to feel sorry for me, Doctor. I deserved this fate. I know I’m crazy. I know I’m too violent, that I shouldn’t want to see Texas in a frenzy the way she used to, that I shouldn’t find your confusion about my intentions so delicious, but I can’t change those things...I can’t fix myself, and no one here can fix me. They only know how to keep my body from turning to stone, but my heart already has...at least, it almost has. I don’t know when, or how, but you chipped a hole through to the organ beneath. It isn’t scarring over, and every time I hear your voice, it skips a beat. I’d...I’d do anything for you, Doctor. Anything...but I know I’m crazy, and that wouldn’t be good for you...You’re still awake? Hmm...Maybe I’m not as good at this as I thought. You feel the response, yes?”
“I do,” he whispered back. “Loosen your arms a little.”
She obliged, and he turned himself around to face her. “I couldn’t make you fall asleep,” the Lupo frowned, seemingly oblivious to the words she’d just said.
“Did you mean everything you said?”
“Heh. Maybe I did.” She gave him a maddening smirk. “Does it matter?”
The Doctor put his arms on her sides, fingers lightly pressing against scars from days spent in Siracusan slums. “It’s the only thing that matters. I don’t need sleep, Lappland, until I have an answer.”
“...I did.” Her perpetual aura of subtly-masked danger was still there, but for the first time since he’d met her, the Doctor could see a touch of vulnerability. She wanted to let him in...but how much?
“Your voice when you whisper is so gentle.” His right hand traced along her side to rest on her cheek. “If what you were saying wasn’t so interesting, I would be asleep right now, so this was no failure. But if you wanted to test that, a confession was not your best choice...Still, I’m glad you came tonight.”
Her eyes danced, lit by an unidentifiable glow. “You are?”
“I don’t sleep well unless I’m really tired, but maybe all I need is someone beside me. Gravel never stays after I wake up - she says she loves me, but I think she’s scared to make a move when I’m half-asleep - but you’re here, and your words were so sweet, and your voice so soft..almost as soft as your skin.”
“Mmmm...” She drank in the praise, and it set her shaking slightly, especially when his other hand slid down next to one of her Originum formations. “Doctor...Do you want me to stay a little longer~”
He shook his head. “No, Lappland...I want you to stay forever~”
--Originally posted by ZeroDegreesOfEducation
*Comment by RatRacer: ‘That’s not realistic. Everyone knows Gravel’s better at stealth than Lappland!’
**Response to RatRacer by StarlightSeer: ‘Perhaps not, but seeing some of her abilities in person, one must wonder...’
**Response to RatRacer by KarmaChameleon: ‘We know it’s you, Gravel.’
*Comment by InkSplatter: ‘This is pretty good for a first-time post. It’s not my preferred style, but it does deserve a place on the front page.’
**Response to InkSplatter by ZeroDegreesOfEducation: ‘Thanks! I think Lappy gets a bad rap sometimes, but she really is sweet once you get to know her. Especially if she asks to whisper in your ear ;).’
***Response to ZeroDegreesOfEducation by KarmaChameleon: ‘Wait a minute...Spoken from experience?’
****Response to KarmaChameleon by ZeroDegreesOfEducation: ‘Hey, no one said these ships couldn’t be based on true events, did they?’
*****Response to ZeroDegreesOfEducation by TexasOurTexas: ‘Looks liek some1s on 2 us :P ill b keeping an i on ur posts all of u so say nice things bout his stories k?’
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(requested by anonymous)
#arknights#lappland (arknights)#the format change just struck me after I got to the end#remember the shipper Doctor from that other story?#the end is an example of the format for the forum they use#and lappland intentionally replies with terrible grammar and punctuation to mess with people#because of course she would#arknights fic
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Terror in the Midnight Sun
Let’s see… aliens? Check. Sasquatch? Check. Weird Scandinavian production trying to look like Hollywood? Check! Bring on Terror in the Midnight Sun.
A glowing orb comes in for a landing in the arctic. Word of this spreads quickly, and soon an expedition is dispatched to retrieve the unusual object. One of the scientists on the trip is a Dr. Wilson, who is excited not just by the meteor but by the opportunity to visit his niece Diana, who is in the area training to be an Olympic figure skater. Upon arrival, the scientists learn that some monster is going around killing people and reindeer, leaving gigantic footprints, and carrying off pretty girls. When they follow its trail, they learn that what landed on the glacier is no meteor – it’s a spaceship, and the aliens’ pet Yeti has kidnapped Diana!
Yeah, that’s the movie all right.
Like a number of MST3K features, including The Touch of Satan and Blood Waters of Dr. Z, Terror in the Midnight Sun has several titles. In its homeland of Sweden it is called Rymdinvasion i Lappland (Space Invasion in Lappland), while in English-speaking parts it is frequently Invasion of the Animal People. Of these titles, not one of them is accurate. There is only one ‘animal person’ in the movie, and the single ship and crew really aren’t enough to constitute an ‘invasion’. As for Terror in the Midnight Sun, that one may sound good, but there’s no midnight sun in the movie. Rather, characters keep talking about ‘it’ll be dark soon’ and ‘we won’t make it by nightfall’. Points for poetics, Title Guy, but none for relevance.
As well as alternative titles, there’s a whole alternative version of this movie available, produced by Jerry Warren of Wild Wild World of Batwoman fame. It reportedly begins with John Carradine telling us why science is good, followed by a prologue in which Diana is abducted and then released by the aliens prior to the events of the original film. I did not watch that version. The one I did see was plenty weird enough.
Another random thing we have in common with multiple MST3K movies is the preponderance of padding. Lost Continent was mostly Rock Climbing and Racket Girls contained far too much wrestling. For Terror in the Midnight Sun, it’s skiing. Diana and hunky geologist Eric Engstrom spend a day on the slopes to show us that they’re falling in love. Later, the couple attempt to ski back to civilization to get help, after the yeti destroys the party’s small airplane. The nomadic reindeer-herders who live in the area ski everywhere, and we have to watch even when they’re not going anyplace plot-relevant. And I sure never thought I’d see a movie with a torches-and-pitchforks mob chasing a monster on skis yet here we are.
Besides the skiing, Terror in the Midnight Sun also lingers on things like planes flying, couples dancing, and yetis blundering about. There’s a gratuitous song sung by a gratuitous lounge singer. People wander around in a blizzard in ways unpleasantly reminiscent of Hercules wandering around in a sandstorm. All of these last just slightly longer than they should, and I imagine Joel and the ‘bots having a very hard time with them.
For an old, cheap, black-and-white movie, the photography is surprisingly good. We can always tell what’s going on and tell the characters apart, although don’t ask me to remember anyone’s name besides Dr. Wilson, Diane, and Eric. Cinematography is just good enough to make you think that filming an arctic landscape in monochrome has untapped artistic potential – but not good enough to realize that. Instead, I found myself noticing that the characters’ surroundings are not nearly as bleak as the miniature shots and the dialogue are probably trying to suggest. There seem to be plenty of trees and rocks and cabins around, while we’re evidently supposed to believe they’re miles out on the tundra.
Again like many MST3K subjects, Terror in the Midnight Sun has a pretty girl in it for no better reason than that movies are supposed to have pretty girls. Diana is otherwise entirely useless. She invites herself along on her uncle’s expedition for no reason at all besides possibly that she’s bored, and she brings nothing to the party whatsoever. The movie bothers to establish her as a skilled skater and skier and then never makes use of either talent – when she and Eric try to ski to the nearest settlement for help, she runs into the only tree for miles around and sprains her knee, so he has to leave her behind in a rescue cabin to be kidnapped by the Yeti.
I think this injury is what’s supposed to prevent Diana from escaping the Yeti… only it doesn’t keep her from running around for hours in the snow.
She’s also here to fall in love with Eric, because the reason movies need pretty girls, besides the audience’s opportunity to ogle, is so that the heroic male lead can get to touch some titties as his reward for saving the day. The whole arc with the two of them is really weird. They have a bit of a meet cute when Diana calls out “hello, darling!” to her uncle (who does that?) and Eric thinks she’s talking to him. Dr. Wilson warns Diana that Eric is known as a heartbreaker who can’t stick to one woman, but this doesn’t seem to discourage her. The lovebirds then have their skiing day, when Eric knocks Diana over and she retaliates by stealing his skis and leaving him to walk all the way back to the lodge! He arrives tired, wet, and angry, and she asks him what took him so long… but twenty minutes later he still wants to dance with her. What the hell do these two see in each other?
When she sees the Yeti, Diana screams and faints. It carries her off back to the crater where its extraterrestrial masters – pale coneheads in long robes – are waiting. She wakes up and sees them, and screams and faints again. Her entire purpose in the plot is to give the movie an excuse to show us the aliens, and the whole ‘alien’ thing itself is ultimately quite useless. In fact, the movie would probably have made more sense if the Yeti had been an Earthly monster. At the climax, she remains an inanimate object in the Yeti’s arms.
By now we’re pretty convinced the creature isn’t going to hurt her on purpose, but the movie never says what it plans to do with her instead. In the Creature from the Black Lagoon movies, the monster’s interest in the women was overtly sexual. In Giant of the Twentieth Century, the Yeti thought the two human children were young of its own species in need of protection. Here? I dunno. Diana’s in the movie because movies are supposed to have pretty girls, and the Yeti menaces her because that’s what happens to said pretty girls in movies. Nobody’s meant to care about the reason. The writers sure didn’t.
The Yeti itself is doubtless what you’ve been waiting to hear about. It’s the real star of this movie. While the aliens and their ship don’t look too bad, either, the Yeti suit is clearly what the film-makers are most proud of, and it gets plenty of screen time. It’s a pretty fun Yeti as crappy movie creatures go, around twenty feet tall (except when it’s carrying Diana, when it mysteriously shrinks to more like seven feet) and shaggy, with big tusks sticking up from its lower lip. The script doesn’t give the guy in the suit much to work with, but he manages to convey that this is a creature capable of both violence and gentleness, even as its actual motivations remain a mystery.
The motivations of the aliens are equally murky. The climax of the movie happens when the angry mob on skis chases the Yeti to the edge of a cliff, where they throw torches at it until its fur catches fire. It is then kind enough to put Diana down, before toppling off the precipice to its death. And then, with their Yeti dead, the aliens just fucking leave! Only minutes later, their glowing ship rises out of the snow where we’ve all been assuming it’s stuck, and flies away across the sky. The movie treats this as a victory, never entertaining the idea that they’ve, say, gone to get reinforcements. Dr. Wilson watches them go and muses, “I wonder if they found out what they wanted to know.”
Personally, I don’t think the aliens were here for any sort scientific or military purpose. Instead, imagine you’re on a cross-country road trip with your buddies, and somebody brought their dog. That’s fun, but it does mean that every so often you’re gonna have to stop somewhere to let the dog stretch its legs and pee on a few things. With me so far? Okay, imagine that on one of these stops, the dog digs up an anthill, and the ants retaliate by setting it on fire and pushing it off a cliff. You’d leave pretty damn quick too, wouldn’t you? I don’t think we have to worry about these particular aliens ever coming back.
#mst3k#reviews#terror in the midnight sun#episodes that never were#all these movies have bigfoot in them#poor john carradine#50s
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@hallowleylines sent: "You and Warfarin should become an item. You maybe wondering why I'm curve balling this idea to you." He takes a step stool, climbing up just so he could reach his comrades shoulders. A hand wraps around him, other out-stretched as if talking about a once in a lifetime deal.
"You both somehow cause me more trouble than I do for myself." A slight sniffle. Is he done or... "Plus I think you both would just be cute together. A devious duo out causing trouble, well other than us. Plus you can't tell me you don't think she's cute."
“Since when were you Lappland?” Zephyr isn’t outright dismissing the idea, but he is looking at the Sarkaz like they’re crazy. On the bright side he’s not remarking on how Jester had a stool at the ready and had no qualm using it to get at proper eye level with the taller Liberi. That’s called solidarity. That’s called being compassionate to the short king in your life.
“If you start talking about Texas I’m going to get really fucking concerned I hope you know. But more importantly- how cute Warfarin is aside… why are you wanting to subject yourself to a double trouble like that? I guess she’s less dangerous to be around than Surtr. So maybe you have a point if we’re looking at it from your perspective. But I have unfortunate counterpoints.” Now it was Zephyr’s turn to rest an arm on the other’s shoulder, much easier to do.
“One, Surtr has asked me to call her mommy. So it’s hard to turn away from something like that… second, Warfarin has done nothing with me but show interest in my blood. Even though it’s too powerful for her. She doesn’t listen to reason. Also, pretty sure she isn’t into guys.” Zephyr clicks his tongue, glancing away wistfully before he sighs. “Which is definitely unfortunate because she is incredibly cute. Damn. Damn! Now look what you did! I’m thinking about it!”
Zephyr unceremoniously shoves Jester off his stool, gesturing the arm afterward dismissively before arms are folded over his chest. “Between this and Whisperain you both have a knack for hyping up people who wouldn’t be into me.”
#hallowleylines#hallowleylines :: jester#verse :: arknights#inbox :: answered ic#dont take it too hard jester
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Movie Night II: Penguin Style
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“Hey, Angie!” Croissant spotted the Vulpo in the hall and ran after her. “Hey, you wanna come by Penguin tonight? We’re gonna watch a movie, and they lemme have a plus one to see if yer free.”
“Yeah, I’m not doing anything tonight. Usual time?”
The Forte nodded. “Yep, same ol’ same ol’. I think Mostima’s pickin’ the flick this time.”
“Alrighty.” A thought struck her. “Do you think they’d mind if I brought one, though, just in case?”
“Sure, if ya wanna, no ’un’s gonna stop ya. I’ll see ya tonight.”
Angelina momentarily turned off Croissant’s gravity. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Sorry. Still not used to...aw, forget it.” She gave her a kiss, as requested. “Now I’ll see ya tonight?”
“Go on, get!” The Vulpo set her free and giggled as her favorite Forte stumbled a little as she ran back to the office. Eventually, she’d teach her how to treat a girl properly, but she was fun enough to tease that she didn’t mind if it took a bit…
Later in the day, after picking the outfit she wanted Penguin Logistics to see her and Croissant together in, Angelina floated down to their Rhodes Island embedded HQ. It was nice they were easy to get to like this; back when it was just them stopping by every now and again, it made it hard to get in touch with Croissant, but now that the two companies were basically shacking up because of what happened half a year ago now, she always knew where to find her for a little pep talk and a lot of cuddling. The Forte might be a bit flat, but she was warm and inviting, and that more than made the difference.
Thinking snuggly thoughts, she arrived at the office early (habits of a Messenger) and walked inside to find everyone but Croissant already staking claims on the furniture. Texas had the central couch, one arm around Sora’s back and the other behind Exusiai’s; Bison and Mostima had the left loveseat to themselves; Emperor was reclining in Magallan’s lap in his armchair, remote at his side. Luckily, that left Angie’s favorite seat, the rightmost loveseat, for herself and Croissant, so she hovered over to it and sat down. “Hey, girls and Emperor!” She grinned as she landed on her cushion of choice.
“Hey, Angelina.” Bison, no longer offended by the teasing reference to the fact he was the only man Mostima had ever settled on, replied. “Croissant said she might be a bit late, but we don’t mind waiting for her.”
“That’s fine with me! Hey, Mostima, she told me you picked the movie, right?”
The fallen Sankta nodded, inscrutable as usual. “I wouldn’t call it a date night movie, but I think it’ll be interesting to see how everyone reacts.”
“She didn’t tell me what it is, either,” the Forte sighed. “Let’s just hope it’s not one of her ‘midnight watches.’”
“Her what?” Exu asked, shifting closer to Texas.
He shrugged. “I’ll tell you if I’m right or not.”
“I don’t remember anything like that...” She huffed. “You got a stick on you, Tex?”
“Here.” The Lupo slipped a Pocky between the angel’s lips, offering one to Sora as well. The not!Cautus, of course, took it with a smile.
At that point, the door to the office blew open as Croissant ran in, closing it quickly behind her. “Whew! That was a workout. Y’all don’t mind if I lock up behind me, do ya?”
“Lock up?” Sora leaned her head over the back of the couch, Pocky between her teeth. “Why do you need to lock up?”
“Aww, never mind then.” Without another word on the subject, she joined Angelina on the loveseat, scratching at her arm as she did.
The Vulpo frowned. “Is everything alright?” She whispered as Magallan’s drone dimmed the lights.
“Yeah, it’s all good.” Croissant reassured her, adjusting a bit so her girlfriend could sit on her leg. “Ran into Ceobe runnin’ around outside, she kinda nibbled on me.”
“Nibbled on you? That doesn’t sound like her.”
She smirked. “Maybe she wanted to know if my codename fit me.”
“We both know it’s because you love Victorian bakeries.” As the menu screen came on for the movie, Angelina’s attention drifted, along with everyone else’s. “Uh, Mostima...What kind of movie is this?”
“I shoulda guessed,” Bison sighed, shaking his head.
Unfazed by his disapproval, she answered Angie’s question. “It’s a new movie from the same studio that did ‘Bump in the Night.’ The reviews are better than most of what they make, so I thought it’d be a good choice.”
“It’s one of her midnight movies, definitely.” The Forte next to her grumbled. “She’ll watch these when I’m sleeping so I don’t have to put up with them, but she loves talking about them the next morning.”
“What’s wrong with this movie, Bison?” Texas shot a glance at the devilish Sankta who’d decided to curse their movie night with this.
By then, of course, she’d already pushed play. “You’ll see, Texas. You’ll see.”
The opening of the movie was slow. A group of Siracusan Lupos were walking the streets, being general goons (Sora felt Texas’ hand squeeze her far shoulder) with little more than the occasional expletive to keep it moving. Things took a sudden turn, however, when a white-haired Lupo, clearly Infected, jumped out from an alleyway and bit one of the gangsters on their arm. From there, the pacing and tone turned on its head as the four who managed to escape the alley found themselves running for their lives, occasionally fighting back for a brief moment against the absurdly fast-spreading hordes of Infected chasing them-
“What. The actual. Fuck.” Despite the gore and rather bigoted protrayal of the Infected, Penguin managed to sit through the entire movie. Much to the majority’s displeasure, particularly Texas’.
“This was really your go-to for a movie night?” Exusiai sighed. “No wonder you didn’t come to my parties.”
Sora was occupied soothing - and to a point, restraining - Texas. “It’s just a movie, Tex. Don’t take it out on the TV.”
“I thought it was interesting - a look into the mindset of the masses worried about Oripathy but uninformed about its mechanics.” Magallan had hidden behind Emperor for the violent parts, but had been somewhat invested in the story all the same.
“This really the best that studio’s got?” By contrast, he’d ignored the plot and been nonplussed by the low-quality gore effects. “I’ve seen amateur slashers with better blood. Almost like they never been brawling in the hood. It’s no good. Angel-face, you ready to blow this popsicle stand?”
Angelina floated her movie into the air. “I brought one, if anyone wants to watch it?”
“Eh, I’ll take my chances out there. G’night, girls.” Emperor, and by extension Magallan as his carrier, left the office.
“Same.” Texas cracked her neck and stood up, quickly followed by Exu and Sora. “Need to cool off. The two of you good to head to the bar?”
The not!Cautus checked her pockets. “Um...yeah, I’ve got everything.”
“Karaoke time?” The Sankta asked her.
“Karaoke time,” she agreed. “Good night, everyone! See you tomorrow!”
The remaining quartet waved them goodbye before looking back at each other. Mostima sighed. “I didn’t mean to ruin the evening.”
“It’s fine, babe. So, Angelina, what’d you bring?”
“‘The Year Time Forgot.’” She sent it over to the DVD player and let it settle atop it. “It’s an older romdrama, but I haven’t seen it yet, and I thought if this was a date night...”
Bison looked at Mostima analytically. “You want to watch it, I assume?”
“She had me at ‘older movie I haven’t seen before,’” the Sankta agreed.
“Great!” Angie hopped out of Croissant’s lap and set it up. “Hey, Croissant, how’s that bite doing?”
The other two looked at the Forte warily. “Bite?” Bison asked, a trace of fear in his voice.
“Aww, it’s nothin’. Ceobe was runnin’ around, took a nibble off meh forearm, I’m fine.”
“...Was that why you wanted to lock the door?” He was shaking a little now. “To make sure she didn’t follow you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Look, Bison, I promise ye-” At that precise moment, a scream pierced the air from outside.
“...Now I definitely want to watch this,” Mostima muttered, walking over to the office doors and locking them.
“Great!” Angelina walked from the TV area to the bar and walked over to the microwave. “I’m gonna make some popcorn. Anyone else hungry?”
Croissant grinned. “I’m a bit peckish myself.”
“You’re doing it on purpose now,” the Sankta observed as she sat back down, immediately accepting Bison’s sudden display of machismo in a protective arm around her shoulder and a lean forward.
“He’s so serious, it’s hard not to.” She leaned back, pleased with herself. “I gotta wonder what the hell that was outside...”
Mostima shrugged. “If it’s anything like the movie, we know we can handle them.”
“Don’t say that so casually,” the Forte next to her shivered.
“You need to relax.” She kissed his cheek. “Nothing like that is going to happen to you, or any of us, tonight.”
He sighed before immediately looking at her, concerned again. “Is there a reason you didn’t say ‘never?’”
“You never know what tomorrow will bring,” she replied ominously.
“...Hey, guys?” Angie, while waiting for the microwave, had wandered over to the office door and was looking out the little eye-height window in it. “I can tell you right now it was a feral Infected, sort of. Probably don’t want to leave right now, though. Lappland and Texas are at it again.”
Bison finally relaxed. “Great.”
“You were really worried, weren’t ya?” Croissant chuckled as the microwave went off.
“He doesn’t handle horror movies very well,” Mostima admitted for him. “Fight response triggers every time. More consistent than the hands on a stopped clock.”
Angelina returned with a tub of popcorn for two, sat back in her girlfriend’s lap, and sighed contently. “Alright, now we should be good! Can someone get the lights?”
“Sure.” Bison got up to do just that...but they went out on their own.
“Did the power go out?” The other Forte glanced around. “No, can’t be. The TV’s still on.”
Admittedly, it wasn’t on a black screen or the DVD menu, but a different movie entirely from the one Angelina had put in. A tree-lined clearing, with a well in the center…“Well that doesn’t look right,” the Vulpo frowned.
“Alright, fuck this, I’m out. I’ll take my chances with Texas’ harem.” Bison stormed out of the office. “Hey, lovebirds, clear a path!”
“And then there were three,” Mostima smiled.
Croissant’s eyes were glued to the TV. “Angie, what the hell did ya do to the TV?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing.” She hit ‘play’ on the remote and flashed her a bright smile. “I just wanted to see if I could get him scared enough to leave.”
“Ya never cease to amaze me.” And with that, movie night carried on as planned.
#arknights#angelina (arknights)#croissant (arknights)#mostima (arknights)#bison (arknights)#texas (arknights)#sora (arknights)#exusiai (arknights)#emperor (arknights)#magallan (arknights)#yo i heard you like ships#so i sailed a flotilla in a single piece while trying something a little more suspensy#also i kinda projected my zombie problem onto Bison here#sorry buddy!#thanks for your sacrifice#also CrossLina is one I will write at some point I promise#...i have a serious crush on Fox-Uraka but I'll share with Longhorn-Lass here
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(requested by anonymous; inspired by the comic series “The Rhodes Island Experience”)
Projekt Red was nervous. Not because she was in danger - no, danger was never a problem. In fact, she wasn’t really in any danger at the moment; after all, this was just her going to Silverash’s quarters to hang out, right? Just two friends doing...friend things.
Whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean.
That was what had her nervous: Silverash was the first male friend she’d made, and like so many of her favorite Operators, his tail...his tail was a religious experience in itself. What was with this family that made them all so fluffable?! It was enough to drive a girl crazy.
And it was with these thoughts buzzing through her head that she knocked on the door, her hands shaking despite her trying to control it with every bit of willpower she could spare. Unfortunately, that wasn’t a lot, since seeing him would mean seeing the Tail as well, but...But he wanted to be her friend, and that took precedence.
“Good afternoon, Red.” It was him at the door, tail in full view as it flicked in front of him. “Please, come in. Do you drink wine?”
“Um, I haven’t before?” She took two steps which carried her across the threshold and glanced around the room, looking for something to stabilize herself on...the chair! Red took a seat at the table he’d prepared for them, the prominent feature being a bottle of what the label promised to be red wine.
Silverash chuckled. “Then today is as good as any to start. I bet you’re wondering why I asked you to meet me here.”
“Some,” she agreed, taking several deep breaths to try and calm down. “Vigna and I haven’t gotten that far in my training.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. I asked you here for something more than friendship, Red.”
Red blinked. “More?”
“I wanted you to come alone so I didn’t have to worry about Vigna misinterpreting my advances for you.” He took his chair and moved it next to hers, along with a pair of glasses. “The truth is, I agreed to help you with your self-control, but since I met you, I’ve...I’ve found you irresistible.”
“You mean...like Lappland and Texas?”
Silverash laughed. “Well, I may be able to control myself better than her, but I guess you could say that.”
“Silverash-”
“Please, Enciodes works just fine.” He opened the wine bottle and poured each of them a glass. “Here, this ought to help you calm down.”
Red gripped the cup by the bowl rather than the stem and nodded. “Thank you. Enciodes, I um...you know I’m not good at being social.”
“It’s one of your many endearing facets, yes.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do in a situation like this.” Her eyes flashed. “However...if we’re together, does that mean your tail is free for me to fluff as I please?”
Silverash sipped his wine and nodded. “Absolutely.”
“Heheheh...No, Red, control yourself...”
“Red, it’s okay.” He tentatively reached over and set his hand on her hood. “I know your proclivity, and I don’t mind.”
As his hand made contact, something happened that never had before, a new pleasure. “Encio? Could you do that again?”
“Hmm?” He patted her hood again.
“What...what is this feeling...it’s just as good as fluffing tails.” Red slid down her hood and held his hand to her head. “Is this a...headpat?”
Silverash’s eyes widened. “No one has given you headpats before?”
“No...never.”
“Well, then, my dear Red.” He smiled. “We have something that needs to be remedied.” Because in truth, for all his composure, Enciodes Silverash was a Lupo-lover himself, and he had always dreamed of having a head-pattable girl by his side. Projekt Red, with her shorter stature and love of tails like his own, was the perfect candidate.
She glanced at his tail. “Could...could I fluff your tail while you pat my head?”
“This is the best trade deal in the history of trade deals,” Silverash muttered to himself before offering her his tail...and within moments, both their worlds became a single fluffy paradise.
At some point in all of this, they moved from their chairs to his bed - after all, having that much space between them made things more complicated than they needed to be - and while they were both fully-clothed, this changed the tone of the evening drastically.
Enciodes, dual-wielding his hands as an ear-scratching head-rubbing combo, whispered in her ear, “Am I making you as happy as you make me, Red?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” She had her hands buried in his tail, which was right by her face. “I love you, Enciodes!”
“You...love me?” His hands stopped moving.
Red looked up at him. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, I...” He looked down at her. “I’ve only ever heard that from my sisters, and it’s been some time since...”
“If you want, I can say it more.”
Silverash smiled. “No, that’s...that’s okay. You show it to me with your actions more than enough.”
“...I’ve heard that you’re trying to continue your bloodline.” Red dropped his tail. “Is that why you want someone to be more than a friend?”
“I won’t lie, it’s certainly part of the reason.”
She took a breath before wrapping her arms around his neck. “Can I help with that?”
“You want...” His head was spinning. “I mean, that’s a little fast.”
“It’s just, you’ve made me so happy, and I don’t know what to do about it.”
Silverash returned her embrace. “There are other ways to show affection, my dear Red.”
“Okay.” She licked his cheek. “Like this?”
“That’s one of them, yes.” He was starting to shake himself.
Red squeezed closer to him. “Then I’ll be doing that a lot.”
“...I’m in Heaven,” Enciodes whispered, “and the only angel there is an adorably fluffy counter-Lupo.”
“I’m not that fluffy,” she blushed.
He chuckled. “Okay, dear.”
#arknights#projekt red (arknights)#silverash (arknights)#awwwww#i want red for myself#but when things get this gentle and wholesome#i'll make exceptions#arknights fic
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