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shini--chan · 3 years

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Yandere allies x capital reader. Let's say that countries are very possessive, protective and controlling with their respective capitals, and since they are their capital they cannot flee from them. I love how you write! 💕💕💕💕💕

Thank you! Honestly, I’ve wanted to write such a thing with capitals for quite some time, so this is very welcome.

Yandere Allies – Epicentre

America

With Alfred, you wouldn’t know if you pulled the shorter end of the stick or if you would have a stroke of luck in this case. As Washington, you would be of uttermost importance to him, something that he would repeatedly make clear in obvious and less obvious gestures. And since you would literally be a part of him, there would be no way you would really be free of him. It would also cement his claims that you are his and that only he may have you. Additionally, he would pull the “Nations are differ from humans” card whenever somebody would try to call him out on his toxic behaviour.

On the flip side, as the personification of the USA, Alfred would be obligated to often make trips aboard. Not to mention he would become stir-crazy is he would be trapped in one place in his country for too long. And seeing that as the capital city, you would have your own duties that couldn’t be ignored, Alfred would be forced to frequently leave you behind. Then again, this would mean hour long Skype or Zoom calls and him sicing White House staff on you to make sure you behave.

Canada

Matthew would be far more lenient with you in comparison to his brother, yet you would also have to deal with him far more. Since you would be Ottawa, he would also allow you far more freedoms than if you would be human. You would know that you belong to him, and vis versa. There would be nothing to discuss, nothing to re-enforce since the ground rules would be clear as day.

Due to having far less significance on the world stage, Canada would have far more time with you. And with you have less duties in contrast to many other capitals, he would practically glue you to his side. From the outside, it would be a completely lovey-dovey relationship. Matthew would be charming, attentive – he would take you out to cafes and on road-trips and to the sea and every place you could want to go as long as it would be with him.

Yet there would be dangerous undercurrents, times when his possessiveness would seep through or when he would cling to you too much. He would excuse it as expressing his unending love for you, which wouldn’t even be a complete lie. If you would turn a blind eye to his more … abnormal behaviour then everything would be find. If you would play-pretend that you’re head over heel in love with when you wouldn’t be then there wouldn’t be anything to fear.

China

Yao would have had a long time to establish your relationship and therefore would be mostly secure about it. Due to centuries of imperialism and isolation, he would have long determined himself as the centre point of your life. He would be the person you would be enthralled to like the earth is enthralled to the sun and as such there would be no escape. As such, he would put him on a grand pedestal where none of his actions can be questioned, where he would even be superior to other personifications.

Therefore, all threats would come from the outside – nations and cities and humans that would leer at you, that would want you in one way or another. Whether it would be specifically about you – your body, your possessions, your status – or as a means to enact revenge, get close to him or find out his secrets, he wouldn’t tolerate anybody spending too much time with you. While you would be firmly in his pocket, this fact wouldn’t stop him from being paranoid and thinking that somebody could corrupt you.

England

Life with Arthur would have definitely been worse during the time of Empire. Back then, you would have been the centre point of the Empire and at its height, the centre point of the world. Back then when people said that to be tired of London was to be tired of life. As such, you would have been to conform to a strict set of rules and cater to his many fancies. They rules would have dictated everything from your reading choices to etiquette to wardrobe. He would have been gracious enough to let you stay on British soil while he had to attend to matters abroad, and yet he would have made even that sound like a stringent law.

The modern day would be better in some ways, but worse in others. His grip on you wouldn’t be so tight since the expectations would be generally lower. Besides, London wouldn’t be the middle of the civilized world anymore. Transportation is easier nowadays than it was back then, so Arthur would be more inclined to flee the bustle of the city. And then drown in imperial nostalgia and alcohol in some hamlet pub.

Yet all that wouldn’t mean that he would be any less possessive of you. If anything, he would be more surreptitious in his methods. Arthur would bug your phone, and install “security cameras” in your office. When you wouldn’t be spending time with him, you would be drowning in work. This would all be because you’re so selfless and dutiful, or would it be his doing?

France

What would France be without Paris? You would be his heart, in more ways than one, and out of that reason he would keep you close at all times. Francis would spend a lot of time in Paris itself and on-top of that, would share an apartment on the finer side of the Seine with you. You would even share on office, attend meetings concerning internal affairs together and when summer would come you would go for a sea-side vacation together. It would be easier to count the hours you wouldn’t spend in his presence than the time spent in it.

The connection would be fast, and firm and you wouldn’t have any chance to tear yourself away from him or become independent. Yet you would also be desire by other nations. On one hand, France would be of the opinion that they ought to be that way, and them complimenting you and sending you presents would be them paying their dues. One would have to be blind and a fool to not recognise your worth. On the other hand, he would want nothing more than to lock you up and throw away the key because he wouldn’t be able to stand the want ached in their actions and words when they would converse with you.

Russia

It would have only been in recent history that he became obsessed with you. You, Moscow would have become the capital after the fall of the tsars. Wanting to rid the country of all imperial vestiges and traces, they had renounced St. Petersburg as the capital. And with the Bolsheviks claiming you as the centre point of a glorious union, you would have been reunited with Ivan.

Your relationship would be mutual on a large part, yet it would be the product of a trauma bond. With purges going on and totalitarianism reigning, the two of you would really have only had had each other. He would be your only confident, and vis versa. As such, he would have been really possessive of you. This attitude wouldn’t wane in the modern day; if anything it would persist and even grow stronger. Because you would remain one of the few people he could trust and because of your status you wouldn’t be able to live without him. Not to forget that otherwise you would also be of extreme significance to him on a larger scale. When thinking of Russia, most picture Moscow after all.

#yandere hetalia #yandere allies #yandere russia #yandere canada #yandere england #yandere america #yandere china #yandere france

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thetaoofbetty · 3 years

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i’m putting a bunch of anons under the cut, i don’t want to spam everyone’s dashes with a bunch of anti-b/a stuff more than i already have today:

I also find it interesting the fact that B/A always gets together when Betty is at her lowest. In 2x09, she was in a highly stressful situation after being stalked by the Black hood, so she kissed Archie. In 4x17, she kissed Archie after the JugDead thing, after fighting with Jug and realizing the extenct of his trauma. And now, she has sex with Archie after 7 years of repressed trauma, while she is having nightmares with a serial killer, etc. 1/2—honestly, i mean, yes. they showed us at the start of the season that archie was going through it because of his dad and not knowing what to do with his life, etc, and now archie’s been to war and betty’s been kidnapped and lying to everyone about how okay she is. i don’t know if the writers have a trauma kink or what but it’s getting painfully obvious they use this pairing as a safety net towards each other with little regard for the other’s actual feelings.

B/A stuff always happens out of erratic behaviour and impulsive decisions, and that's not healthy relationship (or endgame, as RVD likes to say) marerial. 2/2—it’s a very weird take on their relationship. maybe they don’t want to have betty debase herself to keep archie’s attention like in the comics so they went so far to other side of that that they’ve basically gone backwards?

ngl, i would be so disappointed if that shower sex scene was bh's first time, but sice bas don't relalize that lust =/= love/intimacy 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ anyways, bughead 2x12 outsold >>>>—i have nothing against no strings attached sex, let me make that clear. i did it before i got married and if i ever got divorced, i’d probably do it again before i found a delightfully rich man to take advantage of (thassa joke)...(mostly). but i also know that some people hold sex in very high regard and i respect that. i think there’s a difference in sex for sure, when it’s someone you’re in love with. and i’ve always appreciated the intimacy that they’ve showed with bughead. lust and love are not the same, you’re 100% right.

I'm contemplating sending you a BA troll myself just to get more of your delicious Bughead s 🥵 m 🥵 u 🥵 t 🥵—hahaha, thank you. but all the smut i put on those troll posts are from my fics, i promise. i’d never write a b/a smut, they don’t deserve my energy.

i was reading you ask about all this situation could be similar to pacey and joey and i agree, but then a thought came to my mind and if jughead discovers ba but they don't know he already knows—ugh. we’re not manifesting that right now, pls. we’re already suffering enough. i forbid it.

What triggers me the most that jughead stans are bragging about how Betty is Archie's second choice ... Like when was Archie the first choice for Betty . Hell Betty was the one who closed things with Archie after he wrote a song for her—i mean, if being someone’s high school crush that you hook up with later makes someone a first choice, boy do i have news for my husband about his place in my life. he’d be like...mumble...number on the list. like, ah yes, i know i married you and chose you but i want you to know that one guy? yeah, that one that i had a crush on in like 9th grade and finally got somewhere with years later even though we weren’t together? he’s number one in my life, baby. sorry.

i don’t want to say all jughead stans are acting as some of the louder ones, some people just prefer who they prefer and that’s okay, but the ones calling betty a wh*re and being the very worst versions of themselves? yeah, they spend all their energy infantilizing jughead and making sure they harass people who think he’s got some responsibility for his own choices. you can’t say he doesn’t need or want betty then turn around and make everything that’s gone wrong in his life her fault years after they broke up. pick a struggle.

#besos!#anti-barchie #anonymous

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sunseteyes · 4 years

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Hi! May I send you request? Could you write about MC being Saeyoung’s and Saeran’s childhood friend? Like she knew that they were abused and she was bringing them food and taking care of they wounds and they both end up having major crush in her. Then after years they all reunited and...? How would it look like?

CHOI TWINS AND CHIDHOOD FRIEND MC

ohh i love this request! i love the twins so much and their characters give me life. i’ve made it as a scenario+headcanon so we’d be more in-depth on how the twins would react by the end. i hope it won’t disappoint!

Warning: spoilers ahead for 707’s route

Saeyoung was the very first one who met you, seeing as he was the ony one allowed to go out, after all.

He was coming home from his “errands” that time, his mind getting cautious the more steps he took back to his home. Just when Saeyoung came by the gate, there was a small figure standing there, a handbag on hand as you were about to press the doorbell. Saeyoung didn’t know why he stopped you, immediately pulling you by the wrist to the side, preventing from being on sight from anyone who might peek from the house.

“Oh,” you reacted, your eyes finding his golden ones. “You must be one of the twins! I saw you and your brother play outside once.”

“Who are you?” Saeyoung was careful and wary as he would narrow his gaze at your form.

“I’m from the house over there.” you sensed his uncomfortableness but gave him an assuring smile as you pointed at your residence that was right in front of theirs, “We’re your new neighbor.”

Saeyoug would relax then, glancing at the handbag you had been holding since earlier and is now handing it to him.

“Here. It’s my birthday today and we already gave our other leftovers to the other neighbors. I packed an extra piece of cake sice I knew about you and your brother.” he’d feel warm at the face you weregiving him, not just about the food. And for he first time ever, he’d feel butterflies flutter on his stomach as he continued to stare at you.

He’d reluctantly take the bag and tuck it inside his jacket. For some reason, he’d feel like he wanted to explain.

“I... our mother shouldn’t know about this. You can’t ring that doorbell.” his tone would remain monotone but he’d feel nervous on the inside. Even his small hands would be sweating.

You’d tilt your head in confusion but he’d most likely explain and you’d sooner agree on giving them food from now on. “It’s alright! My mother really cooks a lot and we’d hate to just throw the leftovers.”

As for Saeran, he’d meet you without talking to you verbally, at least. He’d catch you looking at your window, just the same as he did. You’d bring out a piece of whiteboard and him with the notebooks he urged Saeyoung to buy him. With those, you’d converse with each other like it was the most normal thing to do.

It was like fate for him, and your face would always brighten up his day even if his mother would beat him up. And especially whenever he’d taste the food that Saeyoung would bring home, he’d be really excited when he learns that it’s from you.

The two sooner developed unknown feelings with you. And it was one of the reasons why Saeyoung would hesitate to leave. So when he did, his feelings burdened him despite hiding it within the depths of his heart. Saeran on the other hand, would see it as a hope, that even when Saeyoung vanished, when he talks to you, he’d always think of a miracle that Saeyoung would come back to him.

Unil he leaves, that is.

The two wouldn’t have a single clue where you were because apparently, when the two hackers would decide to try to find you, you were not living on the same house anymore.

Well, that’s until you stumbled upon RFA.

saeyoung

he’d be surprised. he’s the one assigned to search about the new member and when he sees your profile from the cctv outside of the apartment and also your information, he’d be utterly shocked

i mean, why didn’t he realized the moment he saw your name??

he’d be ecstatic but panicky at the same time

although he wouldn’t tell you blatantly about the past

because if he did, you’d be in danger

he’d also try to push you away, despite trying to flirt with you at first

but then everything unravels and he’d have to meet you even if he tried so many times to stall the meeting

and when the three of you reunite, with saeran there, his walls would come crumbling down

for him, his focus would be on his brother, since that would surprise him the most

and he’d be even more shocked when you talk to saeran like you new him a lot

“you two know each other? how come? i never introduced her to you.”

but he might probably add, “did you know it was her? why would you pull her into this? saeran, please, let’s talk.”

saeran

he wouldn’t have an idea he pulled you into this mess

and when he did, he’d be surprised too

despite being drugged so many times, he’d remember your face

it’s probably the only thing keeping him sane and grounded

so when he saw you there, his mind would wrestle with him and eventually decide that bringing you with him was indeed the best option

“come with me, (mc). i’ll take you to paradise, you’d be happy there. you don’t deserve to be stuck here, all alone. there, we could be with each other. the savior will take care of you. i ll take care of you.” yES

but the moment he sees his brother’s face, he’d pull you close, beside him, smirking up at his brother mockingly

“yes, we know each other, saeyoung. you dare even keep that she’s the one sending us food. you’re selfish even before.”

“why don’t we ask (mc)? what do you think (mc)? who would you choose between the two of us?”

honestly speaking? i’d choose saeran, don’t judge me he’s my bby >,< anyway, feel free to send more requests! i might not accept anything that has to do with another story because i haven’t been there yet i’m so sorry :’<

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanons #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger rfa #rfa x reader #jumin han #jumin x reader #zen x reader #jaehee x reader #yoosung x reader #seven x reader #luciel x reader #707 x reader #saeyoung x reader #saeran x reader #saeran headcanons #saeyoung headcanons

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nonamenotitles · 4 years

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HELLO, IN THIS ESSAY I WILL TALK ABOUT RIDDLER AND DO A COMPARISION WITH A POP CULTURE BRAZILIAN CHARACTER AS WELL.

RIDDLER is a fascinating character. He can be portrayed as silly, or menancing. A gentleman with finesse and complex schemes or a completely mess who doesn’t really know what to do, but hey here’s 10 dolars for solving my riddle! Also Spandex! And Question Marks!

My Favorite Edward is the one from @askarkham. There’s lot of thing I like about him, but the one that resonates with me the most is this:

Ronnie, how dare you give me feels!

Because I’ve been there, my anxiety sometimes fills my head with so many things it’s overwhelming.

I am a lot better know with therapy and stuff.

But before treatment I too, soo many times, cried the same phrase.

That really touched me

Sooo

That’s why I’d like to talk about my fave villain who is very similar of another beloved character here in Brazil, who shaped every childhood here. (And I do get a little pride at showing my people’s comics, they’re great!)

A lot of other characters reminds me of the riddler. Like Wheatley!

@canadian-riddler made an wonderful analysis of the two characters.

I’ll poorly describe them: Polite and condescending, friendly enough until he get’s high advanced technology. Then he wants to put you through puzzles and puzzles and if you keep getting it right he will try to murder you with one of them.

But the character that reminds me of Riddler the most is:

Jimmy Five (English) Cebolinha (little onion) Cebola (onion) from Monica’s Gang/ Turma da Mônica

His main traits is his ingenuity, his five pointed hair and his dysdalia (pronounces R as L)

@drdeath did na wonderful analysis of Riddler and he’s motivations, and both these characters personality and motives matches a lot.

Cebolinha is a kid who gets in lot of trouble. He’s a very smart and clever kid, always bragging about he’s superior intellect, and creating “infallible plans” (who always fail) to defeat Mônica and earn the title of “owner of the street”.

Cebolinha also messes with Mônica to get her attention and for fun, calling her names ( he has a little crush on her, and in Turma da Mônica Jovem they’re dating) and he has almost a compulsive desire to knot the ears of her rabbit plushie.

Mônica’s main way to deal with the boys name calling is hitting them with her blue rabbit plushie (though the also gives them advice and uses other ways) which hurts a lot because she has super strengh!

Even though he has been beated numeours times Ceblinha never gives up. Believing he deserves the title of Owner of the Street, yet a lot of he’s plans fail because he understimates Monica’s own cleverness.

Despite everything the two kid’s consider themselves friends, and don’t hesitate to protect each other. We have a movie about the group of kids helping cebolinha to find his dog, floquinho.

A lhasa apso that for some reason is GREEN.

Turma da Mônica Jovem.

These comics are about the characters as teenagers. Cebola grew to be na expert with comouters, games and technology, he went to a professional and now only speaks L intstead os R when his nervous.

Batman notices it (but it’s another comic for another time)

Now he wants to take over the world to make it a better place.

He’s cleverness and plans saves his friends through the many and dangerous adventures they get themselves in.

Yet he’s been called out on his manipulations.

One of the earlie sagas was about the ID Mosters, the physical manifestations of the group worst traits and impulses.

They manifested because it’s in the teenager years that kids start to get more emotional changes, and start to be aware of their impuses and control them better than when as kids by developing their emotional intelligence.

Cebola’s mosters is a Liar and master manipulator who uses his charms and skills to get whatever he wants. And the kid had to deal with his shame and realise he is and can be a better person than in he was in the past.

Maybe Arkham should try the “fight the physical manifestation of your Id” it seems to work.

Important scene in the Saga.

Here Red Monica is Monica’s ID monster disguised. Humilliating Cebola. Later the Real Monica confronts him, thinking he’s sending fake messages to make her look bad. So he feels he’s being gaslighted.

THEN HE BEGS HER TO BEAT HIM.

C: Mônica...No... I will do anything...I

Cellphone*Sending to all contacts*

RM: Tomorrow you will make another sign, and will do my homework too! Or else... I will send your other love notes so everyone will laugh at you.

C: I thought that we...

I thought that...

I thought that you liked me!

RM: And I Like! I like when you do what I SAY!

M: CEBOLA!

Speak now! What nonsense is this!

Why are you saying such things about me. Did you decide to go back to the old plans?

Why are you lying,Cebola?

C: BEAT ME UP!

Go on, Mônica! Beat me up already! It was better when you beat me up!

C: Because being beated up by you doesn’t hurt s much...

As what you’ve being doing...

NOW! Of course emotional manipulation hurts more than being punched.

And what was the blackmail: Humilliation

Tying it with the Riddler: Edward surely feels that being beaten up by Batman hurts much less than the humiliation of being defeated. That’s also why he goes on and on with puzzles and plans even though if he fails he will physically hurt.

Because he’s already hurt! He already feels humilliated! And that’s the worst pain he’s ever endured and is still going on.

Back To the comics.

Later in the comics, He and Mônica confessed his feeling to each other, but Cebola explained he can only date her after defeating her.

He does get called out on it in later editions.

C: Mônica...I...

M: Why illusions of grandeur, Cebola? Why do you believe you need to be superior than me?

C: Superior? I don’t want to be above you, Mônica!

I want to be equal! Sice childhood you’ve been strong... confident...the leader...

While I always was the changing-letters kid who got beaten up at the end.

Okay, Edward Nigma wants to be above Batman. But most of the feelings is the same.

Eddy sees Batman as strong, and confident and a leader. While he’s the one who’s humiliated and beaten up.

C: You don’t realize it, right? You have no idea how hard it is to stand at your side...

Without feeling small.

I think I’m giving a little fuel to batriddle shippers... oh well.

As you can see, like Riddler, Cebola feels that he needs to prove himself, needs to prove he’s worth, to the point of delaying everything else in his life until heachieves it.

So my analysis is complete. BEHOLD!

HEADCANONS

I found a fic that I still wanna read called “Dinner at Wayne Mansion”, I get Riddler made the highest bidding in Bruce Wayne at the Bachelor Auction.

It reminded me of that comic where Eddie tried to trick Batman into dining with him.

I think this universe riddler would totally do the auction thing just to talk all night long with Bruce Wayne, and his projects and stuff. All happy and giddy. “Oh Bruce, how are the kids doing?”

Edward lowkeys wants Bruce Wayne to adopt him.

Come on DC! Give us na alternative universe where after his first crime and Batman finding out about he’s abusive household, Bruce decides “Okay I’m gonna raise this young man”.

Stephanie LOVES her Big Brother Eddie! He beat up her abusive dad (Cluemaster) and humilliated him with trivia knowledge and stuff.

I think one thing that should be explores is Riddler as na expert magician, he is a master escapist because he loves houdini, and magic employs cleverness and illusion.

He’s a geek for magic tricks.

He shows them to Harley and Jervis who look bright eyed and “Oooooooh”

Firefly asks if he knows fire tricks

He does and promplity shows off his skill.

Then John has to clean out the entire hideout because Edward fell for it and now Garfield knows there are flammable chemicals here.

Final Thought.

Well, there’s ANOTHER brazilian character that he reminds me of.

Visconde de Sabugosa (Viscount of Corncob) from The Yellow Woodpecker Farm

Ginger like lots of adaptations

Soul patch

Green tux

He’s main trait is his intelligence

differences

HE IS A LIVING DOLL MADE OF CORNCOB!

@jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear

@weyoun

@askarkham

@drdeath

@frommylack

@praprikat

#riddler #batman #turma da monica #monica's gang #turma da mônica jovem #tmj #cebolinha #brazil #brazilian comics #the yellow woodpecker farm #visconde de sabugosa #edward nigma #edward nygma

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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The Legend of the Three Caballeros: Mt. Fuji Whiz and Thanks a Camelot Reviews: Thank God, No Daisy (Comissioned by WeirdKev27)

Saludos amgios and welcome to the final sprint of THE RIDE OF THE THREE CABLLEROS. If your wondering if this is a bit soon.. that’s because it is. While I planned to do the episodes as is before.. this bottom half of the series so far has been so good I couldn’t bare waiting days to get to the next episode just as things are getting really good, especially after the last episode’s cliffhanger. So today, I intend to FINISH the series, with an epilogue next week for my look at the cabs as a whole via a top 12 moments list. Plus i’m already excited for the next retrospective, so there’s that. And yeah Kev’s funding ANOTHER one and you can too.. serioulsy just shoot me an ask for any solo episode or arc you wan’t covered. But now’s not the time for shameless plugs, it’s the time for adventure and to sew up a cliffhanger! So come with me after the cut for some ghouls, ghosts and arthur won’t you?

PREVIOUSLY ON LEGEND OF THE THREE CABLLEROS:

And now the conclusion...

Mt. Fuji Whiz:

First off... let’s talk about the episode titles for the series since I don't think I have yet.

It has bothered me for the ENTIRE run of the series how terrible most of them are. There all a pun of some kind on something involved with the episode.. but out of 13 episode titles the only ones I like are World-Tree Caballeros, No Man is an Easter Island, Stonehenge Your Bets, Nazca Racing and Thanks a Camelot. And most of them fit the theme of the episode with the exception of Stonehenge: World Tree is a clever pun they couldn’t NOT use, no man fits the theme of the episode as bad as that episode is, Nazca Racing is just another good pun and fits the race at the end, and thanks a Camelot while a very simple one, fits the story of that episode, i.e. everyone's dissatisfaction with Arthur’s training. More on that later. Point is the rest are just.. really cringe inducing puns. And I do LOVE a good pun.. but that’s a GOOD pun, not obvious ones about a “pyramid life-crisis” or a play on gee whiz in 2018 for god’s sake. And the finale title is just.. really awful as they gave up entirely and named it after square dancing for HOPEFULLY no adequate reason. And look the series is a comedy first with the action second, pun titles would be fine.. their just so bad it sucks all the pun out of them. See what I did there? THAT’S a pun. And not even a great one, but it’s still better than this. It feels like the titles were an afterthought and it’s obnoxious. and frustrates me every time I have to type them out. And with only four episodes left I had to get it out sometime.

So moving onto the actual episode we pick up with the ending of last episode: Death killing the Cabs and Team Sheldgoose. And as we see shortly. he wasn’t bluffing. We pick up with them in the underworld in a dmv line. My god.. it’s even worse of a beaurcrcy than Beetlejuice. Feldrake informs the cabs where they are and Donald, being Donald, dosen’t have the patience to wait in line with the bilions of souls down there, especially since the take a number thing gave them a number that needed to be printed on both sides.. and their at 4. Good gag though. So Donald storms out the moment he sees and exit and our boys head into the city of the Damned. Sheldgoose meanwhile decides to do his best Karen and demands ot speak with the manager.. whose another Sheldgoose it turns out. Uh-Oh. After the credits our boys explore the city and hoping not to get hit with more ghost cards, find shelter in a little tavern owned by none other than Clinton Coot, Donald’s Great-Grandpa and father of his grandmother Elvira Coot. Clinton initally mistakes the boys for their ancestors, and is disapionted in meeting donald, but once he learns their the ones that inehreted his Cabana, he’s exastic to meet and learn about them. We also learn he had a collection of fragile frontiersman figurines.. which cleverly, are all various versions of Scrooge from life and times. His second cowboy outfit from the side story “The Vigilante of Pizen Bluff”, his prospector outfit from “Terror of the Tranysval”, his klondike prospecter outfit and him finding the goose egg nugget from “King of The Klondike” and him bitterly hauling a sack of his loot into town from the same story. Also some palet swaps of all but the last one because animation is expensive. Panchito.. destroys them all while putting down his pIzza. “NOTHINGS BROKEN”. Clinton then invites the boys to have a sip of his memories, literally he drains some out and despite their relcutance the cabs take a chug. They reveal prettty much.. every nagging question about the cabana. Clinton, after finding out about his ancestor Duego Duck, the original cabs version of donald, Clinton traveled the world and the 7 seas, everybody’s looking for something.. and he was looking for every trace of the cabs, and their mysterious ally, who we know as Xandra. He gathered all of it, hence the massive collection of books and magical treasures in the cabana, eventually finding their hidden lair and building his cabana on top of it, founding New Quackmore with Sheldgoose’s own great grandmother.. who betrayed him and took the institute from him. His consolation prize was finding Ari and the atlas but he couldn’t open it like the boys and is curious what they found. I absolutely love this and while I feel Clinton’s history would’ve worked better as an overaching mystery, there were seeds for all of this planeted throughout the season, with Sheldgoose being in charge despite the name and Clinton being involved, Shelgoose’s mention a sheldgoose has always been president, and the tease last episode. Still would’ve liked MORE exploration and build up to this , but what we got was facenating upgrading Clinton from a footnote on the duck family tree, to a throughly loveable character: A guy who was so fascenated by his ancestor’s adventures he became an adventurer himself and who lovingly catalogued eveyrthing the guy and his friends ever did.. and had some heartrending reasons why we’ll get to.

As Jose leads in with not what but WHO, and likely tells clint about their adventures, a clever way to get that exposition out off screen, we cut back to the world of the living. Xandra is beating herself up, if not literally over things, and while the girls just suggest going to the underworld via zoom point, Xandra points out that won’t work. There’s only one way in: Charon, the greek ferryman of the dead.. and she realizes that’s exactly how, while the girls try a seance. I’ll just cover the séance stuff now. The girls hold a séance to summon the boys, finding some unfinished business (A piece of said pizza) and having ari dress like a fortune teller because eh why not. There’s some good gags and stuff, but it’s mostly plot irrelvant, only hurting Panchito’s brain at first, then summoning him just as their about to fight a Tengu, with humphrey eating the pizza finsihing the buisness. Not a bad plot at all and certainly refreshing after all the Daisy nonsense last episode, but nothing really important. Meanwhile let’s also get to Xandra’s subplot, which is both mroe relevant and funnier and again i’ll be covering all at once for convience. Xandra finds that the horn to summon Charon... is now a sax. Huh so THAT’S what pamela anderson’s character CJ was doing when she was introduced on baywatch.

Anyways turns out Charon’s reinvented the old boat and since Xandra’s an immortal he offers her a free ride. It’s now a cruise ship with him as the captain, voiced by voice acting legend Jim Cummings who does a fantastic job. The reasonings also brilliant: he wasn’t getting many WILLING souls with his creepy old setup, so he reinvinted things and now has a packed house, plenty of coins and a nonstop party. He even gives us an add for the buisness... this whole thing is fucking amazing and deserves to be praised and is the series at it’s best: taking something mythic and giving it some wacky but still clever tweaks. Xandra eventually gets annoyed as he isn’t going into the city so she can’t look for the cabs and takes the wheel, cursing her to be the captain now, but she just uses that to get in and finds clinton who agrees to guide her to the boys... we’ll get to where he guided them in a moment.

And that moment is now, Clinton tells the boys there is a way out, but it involves fighting the Tengu, which is misdentified as a falcon despite, even as someone with only a surface knowledge of yokai, I knew it’s modled after a crow, or at least some versions are as it turns out.. and so is the one here so how did they screw that one up?

Point is they need to get past it, and are on a timer as when the Creepy combination of jack skeltington and that moon from Majora’s mask that’s in the sky sets and night ends, their stuck. But first they run into a guard who says they have to fill out paperwork.. and his superior is intend on that, his superior being unsuprisingly sheldgoose, who got the gig since his family runs the afterlife. Oh goodie the rich also somehow run death....

But Donald decides FUCK PAPERWORK, throws it in the air and they run for it with Sheldgoose sicing the tengu on them, which looks awesome by the way. Panchito disappears as mentioned before just as they get a plan but returns in time to free his friends and they triumph.. only for Sheldgoose to not take this lying down and summon his entire family to kick their assses. So both sides power up: having learned the trick from clinton earlier, the cabs inflate.. part of their bodies while sheldgoose forms a voltron style fusion made up of his ancestor’s heads.. with the caveman as the crotch.

So a fight insues that’s fluid and beautifully animated, and Xandra even arrives to provide backup, with Charon relieving her because he’ could loose his five star rating. I hear you man I struggled just to get my island up to a four. So it becomes a gorgeously animated and awesome fight with Clinton joining inn, finally able to be one of his heroes. He also reitarates something he told donald, that it’s not the journey.. it’s who you take it with and part of his love of the cabs was never having companions like that. Donald takes it to heart and our heroes take their leave, Clinton finally having achieved his lifes’ work. They decide to see japan because why not. Maybe they’ll run into hannibal there.

And to tie things off, Shelgoose and Feldrake, whose spent the etnire epsidoe still in the staff depsite being dead and...

And find.. a demonic version of Donald in a devil costume, from that short with the devil and angel Donald's.. okay I have some questions.

He sends them back and we’re out

Final Thoughts for Mt. Fuji Whiz: One of the series best. It’s well paced, has an amazing concept and both sideplots have some form of relevance while being utterly hilarious, especially the charon one. Seriously best bit character of the series calling it now. Already headcanon him as part of the ducktales universe. Along with a lot of this actually. IT’s good stuff and despite the series falts episodes like this prove why it really needed, and still needs, a second season.

Thanks a Camelot:

Our heroes return to the land of the living with Xandra and to the Cabana, and while Donald wants to relax a bit, Xandra being an ass shoots that down. Though her reasons are valid: Feldrake has been stepping up his game with every scheme.. which is true. HIs last two schemes, not counting his post mortem one, only BARELY didn’t kill them and actually did kill them, and him too but that wasn’t on purpose. They need some good old fashioned hero training so Xandra’s taking the to king arthur and camelot, which of course are still around, to get it and since his training involves leaving everything behind, they leave htier weapons and other stuff behind including their amulets.. which haven’t come up since but are now since their important to the finale i’m guessing and they’ve been wearing the whole time. The girls are tagging along too as they want to document things because the plot says so but their entertaining so fine and leaving Ari and the Bear to guard. And the barrier.. more the barrier. So with our heroes off Feldrake decides they need to strike and Sheldgoose has a plan to get around the barrier to get Humphrey’s spark: hide inside a cake and have humphrey so overcome by his desire for cake he comes to them. Feldrake is unimpressed but it works.. and even better as he drags them in.. but apparently while Feldrake’s protections are keyed to our heroes bloodline.. coot’s only extneded to feldrake. Which makes sense: he was friends with a Sheldgoose and probably didn’t consider her an enemy till he’d already set the spells, and cleverly, and i’d forgotten this till writing this review: Sheldgoose has already BEEN on the Cabana grounds once and to the doorstep, in the first episode when he visited the yardsale and in the finale of the second when he showed up to give Donald his check. So the show even showed it.. we just didn’t think about it or assumed having the ring meant he couldn’t now. But nope Sheldgoose is inside and Humphrey’s knocked out.

Back in merry old Camelot, I apolgoize for having a deficit of spamalot and Monty Python refrences, our heroes meet King Arthur, voiced by former star of said spamelot John O’ Hurley, who I was going to give a good treatment and go into his career.. then I found out he’s VERY conservative, pro trump even post riot and generally kind of an ass in how he conducts himself soooo instead a hearty

Does a good job here, still a weasel fiesta. So King Arthur trains our heroes.. via motivational statments, trust falls and what not with his knights who get the same traning, one of which is Gallhad, a frog voiced by the same guy who viced Kermit on muppet babies. Yayyyyy. The girls wonder off, finding Merlin, whose busy with spells and such and clarfying which one is which. They give him june’s phone as Merlin has a video game addiction but Arthur forbids it because well. he has a problem why wouldn’t he. Ruined Todd Chavez’s life it did. I mean it’s exceptional now but it took a bit of living on a drunken horse with serious issues couch.

Anyways, Donald soon gets fed up because.. hes Donald. And because.. Tony kinda leans on the more classic constantly angry donald in this one, since he DID help write the lines. It’s not BAD mind you.. but I prefer the melding of his comics and shorts self other works did, the smug ego and everyman desperation to be noticed and liked from the comics mixed with the ego but also tons of rage of the shorts. Kinda like how Daffy had his own egotistical smartguy version merged with his screwball version for the Looney Tunes Show.. which i’ve been rewatching lately. Even better than I remember, highly underated.

My point is this Donald, as we approach the end .. isn’t for me. He’s just not as intresting as the cloudcuckoolander panchito or the smootha nd wise jose. He ballances them well, being the more direct angry one to panchito’s unpredicablity and Jose’s smooth compemplation. He’s not BAD, and i get why some would prefer this one over Ducktales, as he’s more in line with his classic characterzation.. but I just prefer a more nuanced Donald and this one isn’t it. He spends most of the series either complaning, pissed off, or pining for an ungreatful she demon. There’s not a lot of notes compared to Jose or Panchito, as Jose isn’t just a ladies man or a charmer but a fairly smart guy who has pretty damn good plans and Panchito isn’t just spacey but, kind brave and with his own moral code. They just got more fleshing out as things went and Donald didn’t and it’s disappointing.

So Donald gets fed up with the training, and calls out it’s only motivatoinal, with the other cabs agreeing, if more tactfully, and the knights.. also agreeing, pointing out King Arthur dosen’t even do his own goofy self motivational exercises and abandon him.. at the worst possible time as the girls conjur up a super powerful magical dragon. So the knights leave him to it and Arthur is too cowardly to face it. So the Cabs do what he won’t and charge in to defend the holy grail, called the grail of immortality here for ..r easons, and fight the dragon.. and Arthur joins them, inspired to finally get his groove back and gives the knights a rousing speech and even reconclies with donald. So our heroes fight the dragon and nearly die, before the rest of the round table pitches in, and the girls find the dragons scroll and impulsively burn it.. which destorys it. So the day’s saved, and Arthur apologizes to everyone and decides to give the boys proper combat training as thanks. Also we get a really funny bit with Merlin, who throws the phone into the fire.. and much like the dragon, apparenlty it was tied to the employee who activated it because he suddenly and horrifcly burns up. PFFT. Dark but beautfiul

But of course what about the Sheldgoose subplot. Well I saved that for now to cover it all at once SO: Sheldgoose pokes around, being annoyed by a dart board of his face and what not and tries to find something to fish the spark out with... but Ari finds him and proves to be entirely useful, beating Sheldgoose down into the treasure chamber and getting inot a fight with him. Sheldgoose holds pace.. until Humphrey wakes up and with the odds against him they throw him out. Meanwhile Feldrake zaps a dog that was going to get peed on him but when sheldgoose is ejegted is surronded by dogs and clearly didn’t escape as he dosne’t want to taklk about why he smells to sheldgosoe. He is ABOUT to berate him for failure again.. but Sheldgoose points out he swiped something more important: The amulets.

Proving once again Sheldgoose is the real power in the team.

Final Thoughts on Thanks a Camelot: This was a fun one. While finding out about John O Hurley was... unfortunte.. he does a decent job and the episodes a fun take on camelot with, as usual , really excellent gags, pacing and a hell of a fight scene with a dragon. Good stuff as usual

NEXT TIME; It all ends! It’s a visit to some yeti’s before one final dance betwen good and evil and one last set of episodes for this retropsective! Be ready!

#the legend of the three caballeros #jose carioca #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #panchito pistoles #donald duck #may duck #june duck #april duck #xandra goddess of adventure #lord sheldrake #baron von sheldgoose #king arthur #charon #clinton coot #the three caballeros #disney plus

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ladyrosy56 · 4 years

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Legendary Lovers

Day 4: Rebirth

@toshinkoweek

A maid with hair of deep girl peeks through the balcony windows, an angry mob have successfully broke down one of the front gates. "If this what they call retribution, then let I'll take it upon myself to defy it."

She steadily walked towards one of the royal families bedroom, quickly she undressed herself and began to put on the late princess grown.

Before heading back to the prince's room, she went to the servants quarters and grab some men clothing.

Getting what she needed, the maid quickly went back to where her lover was.

Upon opening the door, she spotted a young seventeen year old boy glaring down out the mob from the window.

She clear her throat. "Toshinori..."

The boy turned back, his face paled the moment his eyes landed on her dress. "Inko, why are you wearing that?"

Inko said nothing, walking up to him she held the clothes to him. "Here, I'll lend you some clothes, wear them and make your escape." Placing them in his hands.

Toshinori open his mouth but Inko shook her head. "It's fine I'll lie for you."

The green hair kiss his cheek, she wip away the tear from Toshinori's eyes. "You are no longer the prince of evil anymore."

Toshinori drop the clothes, he smash his lips to her's pouring all his emotions into it.

They pulled away the moment the echos of main door finally torn open.

Inko grab the clothes and began pushing Toshinori to one of hidden exits in the room.

Closeing the door, Inko fixed herself then went to the throne room where she sat on the king' lion golden chair and waited. "I am now the princess, and you are the fugitive but my love for you would not change."

The doors of the room swung open, the leader of the rebellions was a brave knight red swordswoman with raven night hair.

Her sword pointed to the princess neck, the knights shock expressions still on her face. "You?"

"I guess you have the right to be surprise, you insolent woman!" Inko laughed wickedly, that said the mob immediately siced her.

The knights eyes never left Inko, the news spread that the criminal has been captured and will be execute in the town square.

Inko looked up at the sky and smiled. "We're really are a lamentable pair of lovers speared by fate."

Her thoughts were cut off by the chime of the church's bells, Inko sighed as she laid her into the guillotine the sharp blade shine when the sun hit it.

Scanning the crowd her eyes land on a black coated figure carefully peeking from the hood, his blue eyes fixed on her.

Toshinori grip onto the small message bottle in his hand.

Without a single look into the sea of the mob, Inko smiled and said Toshinori's favorite phrase.

"Oh it's snack time!"

SLASH!

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A chubby old woman with lose green hair, closed the book in her hands.

The skeleton looking man glance over to her side of the bed as he adjust his reading glasses. "What's the matter Inko?"

"Toshinori, one of my friends recommended me this book." She pointed to the title.

Toshinori read it out loud "The Prince and the Maid of Evil?"

Inko nodded. "The whole story is about them but it ended with the prince's lover, the maid, being beheaded and him to wonder around with broken heart."

Her fingers tips brush against the cover. "She took the blame and the whole kingdom believed it, in one of paragraphs it said the prince of evil wasn't one, but his lover was."

Inko turned to him, Toshinori was expecting to see tears but instead was meet with a warmth smile while holding the book. "But the last page he gave me hope."

"What did he said?" Toshinori question curiously.

Opening to the last pages Inko read out loud the final line.

"If we could be reborn in our next life, I vow to protect you like you did for me."

Again Toshinori saw her smile, Inko turned towards him. "I like to believe that they did get reborn and are now finally together, don't you think?"

Toshinori nodded, "I think so too." that said both went to bed.

The first one to wake up was Toshinori, as he was getting ready for his teaching a small glass bottle fell out of his pocket.

Picking it up he stared at the little paper sitting inside, a tender smile appeared on his lips while he held it close to his chest.

"Thank you for answering my wish."

#bnha #toshinkoweek2020 #toshinko #toshinkoweek #inko midoriya #yagi toshinori #all might #inko x all might

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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CarterxLisa Soul Mate AU

This was written quite a few years again when Legends of Tomorrow first aired, and I came up with this random AU for Lisa Snart Appreciation Week in what if she was Hawkgirl. So here it is. Hope you enjoy!

Three beers, on the rocks please" Lisa ordered the bartender as he blatantly stared down at her breasts. Normally she would have hit the guy in the neck for that kind of thing but tonight she didn't care. She was here to forget her troubles. More specifically him. Carter Hall aka Khfu aka Hawkman aka the most annoying guy on Earth, no matter the timeline.

She had been invited by Rip Hunter to join the Legends along with her brother and Mick. They had agreed because you know, chance to steal the Hope Diamonds, parts of the Statue of Liberty, the Mona Lisa! It was an opportunity not to be missed.

Besides the original Black Canary, there was a friend of the Flash's Ray Palmer aka Atom, Firestorm who was Dr. Stein and Jax, also friends of the Flash, and then Hawkman. The source of all troubles.

Now he was hot, she could give him an 11. Chiseled cheek bones, dark hair, light brown eyes that looked at her so soulfully she felt like the only girl in the room, could earn a living being shirtless with his hard six pack. Not to mention the rippling muscles.

Then he opened his mouth and all different kinds of bullshit came out of it. He wasn't the first one to call her his soul mate. Usually she just went along with it and got a couple of drinks, showered with compliments, a decent one night stand and if he was rich enough, his wallet.

But he didn't compliment her nor did he give her drinks. Instead he starts reciting some nonsense about "I will wait across eternity for my love to come back to me"

Then he explained the whole thing. They were lovers in Egypt, she was a high priestess and he was a warrior. Vandal Savage was obsessed with her and when she refused him he killed them both and cursed them to be reincarnated over and over again and keep getting killed by him which only mad him more powerful and oh yeah, only she was able to kill him.

She laughed in his face.

I wasn't supposed to be mocking, but more of it "What kind of idiot do you think I am"

Her, reincarnated, the big hero. Puh-lease.

But he wouldn't let it go. He insisted that she had powers, that she could magically burst out wings and fly, and remember 208 versions of herself and their past lives together. She couldn't even remember what she had for dinner last night, 208 lifetimes that never happened, forget it.

At first she ignored him, but when he continued annoying her and calling her Chay-yera. She siced Leonard at him.

Which turned out to be useless because after being killed 208 times, being threatened by the robber of ATMs didn't faze him and he said that she was worth the wait so that meant he would never leave! Then the bastard had to be proven right.

She had been fighting one of Savage's mooks in the 20s when BAM she fell off the roof. She waited for the painful but hopefully quick death when suddenly she felt herself being picked up and a breeze flapping from her sides. She glanced to see two wings, and Carter was staring at her from another roof top.

Not only was she thankful that she hadn't died, but she was also very thankful that cell phones or Internet hadn't been invented yet because her reaction would have been Buzzfeed worthy for sure. She didn't not handle the idea of having wings in the middle of a fight very well.

"WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!!! HELP ME HELP ME HOW DO I STOP THIS? WHY AM I FLYING! CARTER HALL WHAT EGYPTIAN MAGIC SHIT ARE YOU DOING DID YOU DO TO ME! WHAT DO I DO!! MAKE IT STOP!"

After she miraculously maneuvered herself to solid ground, the first guy who laid his hands on her got hit in the stomach. She could pinpoint what exactly happened but when Carter threw her a mace, she felt a memory stir. The reincarnation memory thing. And she started to fight on a whole new level. She used her anger to her advantage and the mace felt as easy as when she learned to handle a gun.

Carter was ridiculously pleased by this new twist. So she defiantly had powers, and he was right about one thing. He offered to train her some more.

She reluctantly accepted because if she was going to start bursting out wings more often, she would probably need to know how to use them. He then used these sessions as an excuse to talk to her and their lives together.

It was annoying and frustrating because he remembered everything so easily and she was so out of the loop. Not that she wanted to believe him but he was already right about the Hawk thing...Then when she met her son.

Another memory came back, holding him as a baby, clutching Carter and yes, she felt how much she loved him back then.

She ran back to her designated room on the Waverider as soon as the mission was over. It was getting all too real. She had powers, she was reincarnated. She couldn't wrap her mind around it. If she was reincarnated, did that mean her personality was not because how she was brought up but because she was always that way, and did this whole thing influenced any of her actions so none of what she was doing was her own free will?

Then there was the added plus of some old psycho who was hunting her down to either kill or rape her at any time.

It was even ruining her flirtations with other men at bars, because there was a slight nagging in the back of her mind. "What about your soul mate? What about your soul mate?" In a stupid sing song voice.

Len tried his best to comfort her, but he was just as lost as she was with the whole reincarnation thing. Actually she preferred to be reincarnated with Len, sure he could get annoying at times but at least she liked and trusted him.

That was the problem with Carter. She didn't like him, she didn't know him. He depended on her to regain her memories so that she could fall in love with him.

But she didn't want to. What about the now? What about her current feelings? And interests? He didn't know her. He didn't know what she had gone through in her childhood, the hurt and the pain and the venerability and self-doubt.

He just skipped past that, to some happy year in 1812 or something that was in the past. He was trying to recreate something she couldn't remember and she wanted no part in it.

"Chay-yera, I mean Lisa.. I was looking for you." Came such a familiar voice.

"What?" Lisa growled irritably.

“Can we talk?" Carter asked with those warm, hazelnut eyes. “Stop it Lisa" she told herself, "Those are crazy hazelnut eyes. Not warm at all."

“No, we cannot talk. Because I have no interest in you whatsoever and would like very much to kick you in the balls." Carter hardly seemed to notice the threat, "Can you tell me why? What am I doing wrong?"

Lisa took a gulp of her drink and breathed in, might as well jump into the mess. "Because you don't know me. Yeah, you know 208 versions. But do you know 209th? No. The 209th me went through a lot okay. Things that you probably won't understand. And it affects me a lot today, and a lot of how I think and feel. And you weren't there for it. So yeah, maybe that's why I don't like you. Because you haven't experienced my life in this century and you don't even want to learn about it because you got it stuck in your head that I'm just some beautiful, kick ass wife that you've known for a thousands of years. Well I'm not. I have scars, I curse like a sailor, I've been to jail 4 times, three of them people mistakenly thought I was a prostitute. Okay, that was disguise but still. Did your soul mate do that before? I don't think so, at least I don't remember that, you would know better. Anyway the point is, this soul mate is not like the others and you wouldn't like her."

Carter let a low whistle. "That was something.”

Lisa sighed, "I'm a little drunk"

“You're wrong though. I do think I'll still love you." Carter said.

“Yeah right" Lisa mumbled.

“I would. Here, know what. Tell me all about your childhood, and I'll tell you mine. No talk about past lives or anything. I promise." Lisa stared at him, trying to figure out whether he was truly being sincere or just getting into her good graces and wouldn't listen to a word that came out of her mouth.

He sat on a stool, staring at her and waited patiently for her to begin. Those eyes staring at her again. They really did make her feel special. Just the warmth and love radiating out of them. It was not like anything she expected before.

She took in a deep breath. The only other person she had told about her father was Team Flash and even them she didn't quite into depth. But she spilled her heart out to him that night.

She told him, the fear she felt during the heist she did with her dad, the panic when he was drinking, the absolute pain and years of brainwashing as he convinced her that she was worthless. It affected so much of her love life.

Why she didn't stick around with most guys, she never thought they would stay. The first time someone said he was proud of her was from Lenny after she showed him the first A she got in Math in kindergarten. She stood by him ever since. She told about her high school years, her dad's death, finding out the truth behind her mother's death, her first heists, Leonard's death threats against her dates, her slight crush on Mick when she was a teenager, how she got her gold gun.

Carter was surprisingly thoughtful and offered insightful comments and murmurs of sympathy and didn't pressure her to continue when she felt herself start to get teary.

In return, he told her his childhood in California, his parents, his younger brother, surfing, getting addicted to heroin, rehab, volunteer work with children.

She was pleasantly surprised to find out they had a few things in common in this life time, such as favorite drinks (mimosas), favorite movies (Great Gatsby although for different reasons) and he wanted to be a professional motorcycle racer when he was younger and he had been raised to use a gun since he was 7.

"My dad was a gun shop owner. It was sorta required knowledge on how to load and unload, clean and use a gun. Carted them though out the shop for my job." He stared at her, "What?" "Get it? Carted, Carter.”

"That was so lame" Lisa playfully groaned. But she smiled, she could get use to this guy. ——————————————————————————————————————————Six Months later, the Legends were leaving a small wedding chapel in the hills of Naples, Italy.

Lisa had come up with the brilliant idea after she had gotten her memory of the 208th version of her last night.

She was fully aware of who was, who he had been and what they shared together. So she wanted to get married.It helped that they had gotten along pretty well too.

They had started dating again, shortly after that fateful talk. The made an agreement that they would only discuss past lives, if 1) During mission, 2) They have a flashback or 3) Some training motivation.

Besides that they were completely in the now, and it had worked out well. She had fallen in love with him as Carter Hall, not Khufu or Hannibal. Just him.

She proposed to him shortly after the idea, and he jumped on the chance. Both Rip and Leonard watched over them like anxious hens, constantly asking if they were sure about this.

It took a long time for Leonard to get along with the idea that his baby sister was a reincarnated hawk warrior that wanted to get married.

The rest of the Team were very supportive and Sara had eagerly jumped on the chance to help Carter buy a new anniversary gift knife with a gilded jewel handle with golden in-lining in honor of her current alias.

Carter carried her to their room, in the Waverider and stripped off his shirt. Lisa wolf-whistled appreciatively.

"What do you say? Do I look better shirtless with tux pants or shirtless with board shorts?" Carter asked, posing. “Tux pants. Definitely" Lisa licked her lips and slipped out of her gold wedding gown.

"Mmm, Lisa," Carter wrapped his arms around her "Call me Chay-yera, Khfu" Lisa smiled as Carter stopped to look at her. "Okay, Chay-yera why the change of heart?"

"I'm marrying you because I love you. The current you and past you. I'm ready to embrace it all. Give it my all.”

"You always did put everything into whatever you loved" Carter smiled.

"I love you,” Lisa smiled, "And I expect you to put in your all tonight too...." She gave a seductive grin "I mean you've had centuries of practice so I expect this to be good.”

"The hot springs in Tibet good or the Conquistadors might come day now good?” Carter questioned with a wicked glint entering his eye.

"Hot springs duh." Lisa kissed him.

#lisa snart #carter hall #hawkman #golden glider #crackship #lisa snart appreciation week #soul mate au #my fanfic #legends of tomorrow #my fanfiction

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Skullcrusher Mountain by abbynormalj (hufflepunky)

Carry On Countdown Day 12: Song/Music-Inspired

I’ve had the beginning of this AU of Jonathan Coulton’s song, Skullcrusher Mountain, written for a while as a part of a series I have in mind called Weird Songfics. I love weird story songs and the idea of putting my favorite characters into those little worlds in plotty songs is just delicious, so that’s what I did.

Summary:

Dr. Tyranny is out to destroy the world. Sir Simon Snow knows this. The mad doctor has stolen state secrets, destroyed government laboratories, and even taken over a small island in his quest for power and world domination. And Simon Snow is the Golden Hero the Mage has chosen to fight against Dr. Tyranny’s evil schemes.

But when the mad doctor manages to kidnap him, Simon is forced to reconsider everything he’s known to be true about his world, his mentor, his nemesis, and even himself...

Dr. Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch knows he’s been made out to be a villain. After all, even his henchmen think he’s crazy. But if that’s the price for protecting the world from a dystopian dictatorship, he’ll take the hit.

That is, as long as it doesn’t involve seeing or hearing about Sir Simon Snow, Baz’s childhood crush and the Mage’s Golden Knight. Unfortunately, his carefully constructed emotional walls all come crashing down around him when Dev, Baz’s favorite henchman, kidnaps Snow on a mission and brings him to their secret lair...

on Skullcrusher Mountain.

SIMON

The Mage’s Golden Hero, Sir Simon Snow, awoke in a bright white room. Simon blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings. He looked down to find himself still clad in his sweat-soaked, slightly bloodied, golden armor. His helmet and sword were both gone. Simon’s eyes wandered the strange room, but nothing stood out aside from the brightness of its smooth white walls. The room was bafflingly seamless. Simon wondered how he had even gotten into it. Where would the door be in a place such as this?

The last thing he remembered was fighting a mechanical monster at the Watford National Library. It was probably a nefarious invention of Dr. Tyranny sent to burn down all the books in the kingdom. As that thought crossed his mind, he shook it from his head. Dr. Tyranny wasn’t the type to burn books. He may have been evil, but he loved knowledge. He was probably planning on stealing the books with his strange robotic contraption.

Simon readjusted his sore body and made to stand and get a closer look at the walls of his little box. At his movement, a screen suddenly flickered to life on the wall to his right and a voice said “Hello!”

“Ah!” Simon shouted and fell back to the ground. Simon caught himself, but barely. He hoped no one was watching him. Simon shook his head again at this thought. There were no windows in this room. Although he had thought there were no screens or speakers in this room, either, and he was clearly wrong about that.

Simon directed his attention to the screen for lack of anything else to do. There, he found a close-up shot of Dr. Tyranny himself. The infuriatingly-handsome bastard sneered at Simon from the screen, his characteristic black lab coat impeccably ironed. It wasn’t fair. Villainous mad scientists were supposed to be old and wrinkly with wild grey hair. Dr. Tyranny, with his long, pitch-black hair and sharp jawline, probably had his pick of the femme fatales that he partnered with throughout the years. And he was always perfectly put together, unlike Sir Simon Snow, the Mage’s Mess of a Golden Hero.

Simon grimaced.

The recording on the screen continued, “My name is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch and I would like to offer you a warm welcome to my secret lair on Skullcrusher Mountain.” Simon snorted at this. Baz was anything but warm. Simon had known and fought against him since they were both boys at the Watford School of Heros. Baz had always been cold and aloof. The first day they met, Baz refused to shake Simon’s hand, even though they had been magically linked as roommates for their time at school. From there, their relationship only soured.

“You may know me as Dr. Tyranny,” Baz’s voice droned. “Despite this nickname, I assure you I mean you no harm. I only seek to usurp the Mage from his unjust position of absolute power over my beloved home of Watford. Thank you for your consideration and I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay.” Simon’s mouth fell open at some point and he remained gobsmacked. The screen flicked off and the walls, of what he now realized must be a very clean dungeon, returned to unblemished white.

Simon mulled over the absurdity of Dr. Tyranny’s claims as he began to unlatch his armor, expecting to be trapped in this room for a while. Of course, the silliest thing about Baz’s little introduction was his "warm" welcome.

Then he had the audacity to say he meant Simon no harm. How could he claim that when all they’d done was fight for the last thirteen years? Years and years of fistfights and sicing monsters and robots on him and verbal sparring during school, followed by an escalating scale of violent encounters in which Simon was proud to say he’d come out on top in every battle, vanquishing a slew of Baz’s convoluted inventions, and foiling a few of his secret plans, usually with Lady Penelope’s help.

Ever since Baz left Hero School abruptly in their last year, he and Simon gone from bitter rivals to mortal enemies. How, then, could he claim to mean Simon no harm? After everything they had been through, Simon had to scoff at this assertion, even if it was from a prerecorded message.

Finally, Baz had presumed the Mage’s position of power was unjust. The Mage had done more in the name of justice than any leader of Watford before him. Of course Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, a product of two of the most powerful old families that used to rule Watford, would accuse the Mage of injustice. The Mage had stripped a lot of power from the former rulers of Watford, but in doing so, he’d been able to enact policies that had better united the kingdom. He’d constantly fought against the elitism of the oligarchical rulers that preceded him. And Simon, himself would have been a poor nobody orphan from a distant town without the Mage.

Simon sighed, trying to will the tension in his shoulders to melt into the stupidly clean floor. As he unlatched the last of his armor, he pushed thoughts of the strange video message from his mind and meditated, instead, on more pleasant matters.

He leaned back onto his breastplate where it now lay, closed his eyes, and imagined himself making a daring escape from wherever this Skullcrusher Mountain place was located. He smiled at the absurdity of such a name. It was exactly as theatrical as he would expect from someone like Baz. Baz had also called it his Secret Lair, which is so dramatically villainous, Simon can hardly believe Baz had the gall to insist he wasn’t ‘Evil Dr. Tyranny, M.S.’ (the ‘M.S. stood for mad scientist, of course) as the world knew him. Simon would laugh about it with Penny when he did make his escape. But thinking about Penny just made him miss her. She was his best friend, his partner in heroism and solving mysteries. He has never known what to do with himself without her there to advise and admonish him in equal measure.

What would Penny say about Baz’s little video message if she were here? Probably, she would scoff with Simon about how dramatic and posh the recording was. And the odd cleanliness of this strange room. She might side with Baz about the Mage, though. Penny may have agreed with many of the Mage’s policies, but she consistently accused him of hoarding power.

(“It’s tempting fate, Simon. One person having that much control over Watford,” Penny said to him once. Simon scoffed at her, but she glared at him and continued. “No Simon. You know I agree with most of his rulings, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that isolating power is always dangerous. People need to be checked. Power has to be balanced or it will corrupt.” At this, Simon questioned Penny about how she thought Watford should be ruled if not by a king or ruling class. “Well,” she began, and her tone told him to expect a lecture, “I know it’s a new and controversial theory, but I would love to see Watford under the rule of the people, directly. It’s a theory called ‘Democracy...’”)

Agatha would side with Simon, though. Or she would have before she left him. She always believed Simon when they were in school and he said Baz was evil. Penny would usually just scoff and say that he was just a kid like the rest of them, which was true, Simon supposed. But then Baz left school and became Dr. Tyranny and Simon’s worries were proven valid.

Suddenly, Simon wished he had been wrong about Baz. He wished they all had a normal childhood, without becoming heroes and war strategists and runaways and mad scientists. Simon wished that the Mage didn’t put the worlds brightest spotlight on him by declaring him his personal ‘Golden Hero.’ Maybe then Agatha wouldn’t have had to run away from the immense pressure of being his betrothed (which he didn’t begrudge her in the slightest. Not anymore.) Maybe then he and Penny could have lived together peacefully, somewhere far away, like she talked about. Maybe he and Baz could have even been friends. Someone as sharp as Baz would be a great friend to have in any reality.

Simon’s stomach picked right then to growl loudly. The sound echoed around the room slightly, and Simon groaned. He was terribly hungry. Hopefully, Baz would take pity on him and feed him while he was held prisoner. The alternative would be the worst kind of torture Simon could imagine. Even thinking of something so evil agitated Simon, so he stood and began pacing the room.

It was only minutes later that a door appeared suddenly in the opposite wall of the screen, opening to reveal Simon’s savior. His savior from the horrible torture of hunger, at least.

BAZ

“You brought WHOM?” Baz shouted at Dev, who had just returned from his latest reconnaissance mission in the capital.

“Simon Snow,” he responded, his scarred face not showing a hint of remorse. Dev knew Baz dangerously well, which was unsurprising considering the two were cousins and had been working together for the last five years.

Baz forced himself to breathe deeply in an attempt to control his quickly-beating heart.

“So let me get this straight,” Baz began (although nothing about this situation was straight). “You captured Sir Simon Snow: the Mage’s Golden Knight, my mortal enemy, the same Sir Snow that I have banned as a laboratory discussion topic.” Baz took a deep breath, hoping Dev hadn’t noticed that his voice broke when he said Snow’s name, then he continued, “then you decided, in a fit of apparent delusion, to bring him here? To my Secret Lair on Skullcrusher Mountain?”

Dev’s expression didn’t change one iota. “Yeah. Your ex-roommate from school, Simon Snow, the Mage’s Chosen Golden Hero.” He shrugged. He shrugged. Baz couldn’t believe Dev, his right hand man, his favorite henchman, his assistant, would defy him so.

“I-” Baz started, shaking his head, “I don’t know what else to say.”

“Well, he’s here,” Dev answered, “in the holding room. He’s just seen the introductory recording.”

Baz sighed. He supposed he would have to work with the situation that had been handed to him, whether he liked it or not. “I guess I’ll have to go see him, then.” Baz closed his eyes, trying to repress the way his heart jumped at the simple idea of seeing Simon again.

Baz walked through several hallways and at least one hairpin turn before reaching the control room for Skullcrusher Mountain’s security. Sure enough, there was Simon on the monitoring screen for the holding room, lounging back against his dirty armor, which was spread across the floor of the room haphazardly. Baz sat down quickly in the chair of the control room before he fell to the floor in a full swoon.

Baz had almost forgotten how strong his feelings for Sir Snow were. All it took to remind him was Simon sitting in Baz’s holding room in only a tunic and leggings, sweat sticking his bronze curls to his forehead. As he watched the screen, Simon sighed and fidgeted, his eyebrows pulling together for a moment while he lifted his arms to pillow behind his head. Baz looked away quickly before he was too overwhelmed. There was only a certain amount of Simon’s shoulders and biceps (and curls and cluelessness and bravery) Baz could handle at once after months without contact.

Baz Pitch had been in love with Simon Snow since they were fifteen. Of course he knew, even back then, that they could never be together. Baz could never align himself with the Mage and Simon would never leave the Mage.

They were a mismatched pair in so many ways, but that didn’t stop Baz from pining for years. For one thing, Baz was quite probably the smartest person in the kingdom. He was certainly the best in his classes when he was still at Watford School of Heros. And Baz was the youngest Doctor in all of Watford. That, he was immensely proud of. Sir Snow may have been a ridiculously brave and brash hero, but he was too much of an idiot to see that the Mage was using him. Or that Baz was in love with him. And once, after a battle with a dragon that they eventually managed to banish, Simon told Baz his strategy for dealing with his difficult problems was just to not think about them. Sometimes Baz railed against his illogical feelings for someone so dense, but he never resisted for long.

Then, when he was supposed to begin his eighth and final year at Watford, Baz began hearing from the ghost of his dead mother. She was smart, too. A genius, really. Probably smarter than Baz. She figured out a way to encode a sliver of her conscience into his DNA. At first, when he started hearing her, he just thought he was crazy. (Maybe he was crazy. He still wondered sometimes if he was making this whole thing up.) Then her voice explained. When she died, she used her final and most advanced invention. She embedded a piece of herself in him. In her son. Her flesh and blood. When she felt he was old enough to cope, she revealed herself and he began his quest for revenge and for the truth.

Baz had been pursuing his mother’s dying wish for the last five years since leaving hero school, and he didn’t regret a moment of it. However, following a voice in his head for five years did make the people around Baz question his sanity. Even Dev and Niall, Baz’s favorite henchmen, who fully believed in his cause, doubted his original motivations. After all, transferring any portion of human consciousness to another person was unprecedented. Niall even thought Baz should see a psychiatrist, which was absurd.

Baz looked back to Simon, still lounging on screen, and thought about their various fights across the years. Simon certainly thought Baz was evil. If Simon knew about the voice in Baz’s head, Baz wondered, would he think Baz was crazy, too? That would be the fly-infested icing on the shit cake of Baz’s love life, which had thus far only consisted of pining and wanking.

In a move sure to increase his misery, Baz replayed the recordings from when Sir Snow arrived to Skullcrusher Mountain. The first few minutes consisted of Dev dumping him in the holding room and then Sir Snow lying unconscious on the floor (Baz appreciated the peaceful look on Simon’s face). Eventually, he started to stir in his sleep. He groaned as he awoke (Baz felt his heart rate increase, traitorous thing). Snow stared blearily around the room from his place on the ground. Finally, he began to stand up, which triggered the motion sensors in the room, and in turn, the introductory recording Baz had standardized for when he took prisoners, which was generally his last resort.

As the recording began, Simon startled and fell to the ground with an adorable shout before looking around the room and blushing under his freckled cheeks. (It was moments like these that destroyed any resentment Baz imagined himself to have against Sir Simon Snow. The man was simply so good and so well-intentioned that Baz couldn’t help falling for him over and over again.) Simon frowned when he saw Baz speaking on the screen. The camera that recorded the room was just above the screen, so it seemed to Baz as if Simon was frowning directly at him through the screen. He huffed and puffed through Baz’s welcome message and rolled his eyes after it was finished.

If only Simon weren’t so afraid of Baz, so entrenched in the hate the Mage (and Baz himself) had encouraged over the years, maybe Simon could be swayed to Baz’s side in their mortal conflict. It was probably wishful thinking on Baz’s part. And definitely not good for his already tenuous mental health.

Baz rested his chin on his palm, eyes fixed on the screen as Simon decided to settle into the room and began removing his armor one piece at a time. When Baz checked his chin for drool and his hand came away wet, he was mortified enough to stop the recording and switch back to the live feed, in which Simon was now pacing the room, his hand dragging along the wall.

At some point, Baz would have to deal with the fact that Sir Simon Snow was his prisoner. He would rather live in a world where he didn’t have to confront Sir Snow, but Dev had forced his hand. Baz’s finger hovered over the two intercom buttons at the communication center, unsure of how to proceed. When he glanced back to the screen, Simon was stopped, inspecting the wall that housed the screen. He was strangely distorted so near the edge of the fish-eye lens of the room’s camera. Suddenly, he looked straight up at the camera. Baz’s heart jumped and he pressed the intercom button.

“Dev. Would you escort Sir Snow to our best secure guest chamber? I have other business to attend to.”

Baz did not have other business, but the momentary illusion of looking into Simon’s plain blue eyes (a little pouchy, the only plain thing about him) reinforced the fact that he was very much not ready to confront Simon.

“Sure, Baz,” Dev droned back over the intercom system. With that, Baz hurried away along the labyrinthine hallways of his secret lair on Skullcrusher Mountain.

SIMON

Simon jumped violently when the door to his strange dungeon revealed itself. He had been inspecting the wall that had been a screen only minutes before, but had yet to find a single divot or imperfection in its surface. Predictably, the door was at the complete opposite end of the room from where he was looking. He reacted quickly (he was a knight, after all) and reached for his sword. When he realized it wasn’t by his side, he turned and picked up one of his greaves from the pile of armor on the floor. His armor had served him as makeshift weapons in sticky situations several times before.

The corridor beyond the open door was dark in contrast to the white room in which he’d spent the past several hours, so all he could see in the doorway was a looming figure.

“Who goes there?” Simon asked, squinting through the door.

The hulking figure stepped into the light and Simon realized quickly that he recognized him. It was Dev Grimm, commonly called ‘Scarface,’ and a known associate of Dr. Tyranny. Of course, Simon also recognized him as Dev, Baz’s cousin from school. The scar was a relatively new part of the equation, but it didn’t scare Simon, who had always been friendlier with Dev than with Baz.

“Oh. Hi Dev. Didn’t know you’d be here.” Simon dropped his greave back on the floor and it clanged loudly. Dev cringed.

“Yup. I’m here.” Dev said, nodding. “Dr. Pitch wanted me to take you to your guest chambers.”

“Guest chambers? Wait. Dr. Pitch? Aren’t you, like, his cousin?”

“Yes. Even more reason for me to respect his achievements, don’t you think?”

“His- I’m... Wait, is Baz an actual doctor?”

“Yes. He’s just finished his second PhD.”

“Oh. I... I thought Dr. Tyranny was just a name. Huh. That makes sense, I guess.” Dev’s already-scarred face twisted further as Simon spoke, but he didn’t respond this time. Instead, he tilted his head towards the door, gesturing for Simon to follow. He wondered briefly why Dev wasn't restraining him. He was a prisoner, right? “Uh. What about my armor?”

“We’ll have it brought to your guest rooms after it is cleaned.”

At this, Simon shrugged and followed Dev through a maze of winding white hallways that eventually became smooth stone walls. He wondered idly why he was even here. He wasn’t sure what The Evil Doctor Tyranny, M.S., or The Evil Doctor Tyranny, M.S., PhD, he supposed, would gain from keeping him prisoner. Simon was under the impression Dr. Tyranny wanted to kill Sir Snow. Their eventual epic battle was practically prophesied. Simon was privately not very hopeful of his own chances. Baz was wicked smart as well as strong. He was never great at swordplay, but it seemed unlikely to Simon that their battle would resort to such measures. (The current prisoner situation also deserved consideration in their fated duel-to-the-death.)

Finally, they reached a dark-stained wooden door, deep in the complex, or lair, as Baz had called it in the video (typical). Dev opened the door and turned to Simon.

“This is where Dr. Pitch will be hosting you during your stay on Skullcrusher Mountain.”

Simon nodded at Dev and paused. “Yup. Well, thanks Dev.” He started toward the open doorway, but paused before he was all the way through. “Uh. Sorry. Actually...” Simon trailed off, trying to figure out how to properly word his question. “Can I ask you why Baz wants me here? Why did he take me prisoner instead of killing me?”

Dev had backed partially into shadows again, but Simon swore he saw him smile. “I think,” Dev said, “you will have to ask him yourself.” Simon quirked his brow at that answer, but stepped fully into the richly decorated room that was to be his new prison, wondering what nefarious tortures and interrogations might be in store for him. For now, though, he fixated on the beautiful tableau of food set on the table near one rocky wall of the room. Simon couldn’t resist a feast, especially when he hadn’t eaten since breakfast. He pushed aside any niggling thoughts that the food might be poisoned and dug into the bread, roast beef, and fresh fruit spread before him on fine china.

Once Simon had devoured the possibly-poisoned food, he was overcome with exhaustion, despite being unconscious for an undetermined amount of time earlier in the day. He turned toward the bed, which was decorated with a disturbing number of skulls and gargoyles, intent on a nap. Simon inspected the bed from a few feet away before turning to the couch instead. Some things were a little too creepy to sleep on.

BAZ

Baz was loitering in the lab, watching a test for a new batch of automated decoding software he was planning to use against some of the Mage’s private records, when Dev returned from escorting Sir Snow to his new chambers. That particular test didn’t actually need to be monitored. The test was run by Baz’s main bank of computers, whose AI was more than capable of reporting and fixing any errors that might occur. Dev was aware of this, so Baz decided not to snap at his cousin for the judgemental look he sent Baz.

“I’ve fed him and locked him in the first secure chamber.”

Baz cleared his throat and nodded. Dev was a good man. “Good, good. How was it?”

“He came along with me easily. No struggle. Even without restraints, as requested.”

Baz nodded again, still avoiding looking directly at his cousin.

“You should go talk to him. He asked why you kidnapped him.”

“You kidnapped him, Dev.”

“Yes. And now you have a chance to talk to him again. Stop with your determined misery.” Baz met his cousin’s eyes and frowned. Dev really did know him too well. Or maybe he had an accomplice. It was a rather complex plan for Dev to execute on his own. Not that Dev wasn’t an adept minion. Creativity just wasn’t his strong suit. Baz narrowed his eyes in a glare.

“Someone helped you with this, didn’t they?”

Dev simply nodded. “It was Niall’s idea, but Fiona has been in on it, as well.”

Baz sighed. “Figures.”

It took Baz another hour or so to work up the courage to go down to the secure chamber to talk with Sir Snow. It was, unfortunately, shaping up to be an unavoidable task, though. Three of Baz’s most trusted henchmen (henchpeople?) conspiring against him was a real blow.

Baz arrived at Simon’s door (he was already calling it ‘Simon’s door’ in his head? This spelled disaster) laden with tea, biscuits, and a set of spare toiletries for the en suite. He knocked twice and waited a moment before scanning his palm to unlock and open the door. The knocking was technically unnecessary as Simon had no way of opening the door from the inside. Baz simply hoped that some manners might soften their relationship now that--. He sighed. What a silly thing to hope for. They had far too long a history of animosity for anything to improve between them.

The door opened and there stood Simon, his hand reaching out toward the door as if he could have done anything to open it. His hair was on end and his clothes dirty and rumpled. Baz wondered if he had been sleeping. They stared at one another for a moment, stunned into silence.

“I--,” Simon started, “I was expecting Dev.”

“Ah. Yes.” Baz responded. “I’m glad you met him. My assistant. Scarface.”

Simon made a face. He couldn’t raise one eyebrow, though, so he raised both and just ended up looking surprised. It was entirely adorable. “You know I’ve met him before, Baz. We went to school together for years.”

Baz cleared his throat. “Yes. Well, it has been a while. I know Dev’s appearance has... changed.” Simon shrugged, bless him. “He’s generally as harmless as when you knew him; the rumors are untrue, as usual. He’s always been a bit of a romantic, really.” Baz coughed, surprised at his own admissions.

Simon still wore his baffled expression. “Yeah. He seemed the same. Called you Dr. Pitch, even.”

Baz could feel the corners of his lips twitch at this, but he held back his full smile. Dev was a good man, despite his meddling. “Ah. He does do that. He says it’s a reclamation of the good parts of ‘Dr. Tyranny.’ Here, take this.” Baz paused to hand over the tray of food. “I brought tea for you. I know you don’t function without constant caloric intake. And these are fresh toiletries for the en suite.”

SIMON

“Yeah,” Simon muttered, taking the tray and placing it on a table just inside the room before returning to the door where Baz waited, holding an expensive looking zipper bag. Why was Baz doing this? This was the nicest conversation they’d ever had. But Simon was apparently his prisoner? He should ask about it now, right? Baz was right here. He should ask why he was taken prisoner. Why hadn’t Baz killed him when he’d had the chance? So many questions were swirling through Simon’s head, he felt as if the correct one was sure to pop out of his mouth at some point.

Then he was at the door again, staring Baz down. (Well, staring up at Baz, technically.) He looked older than the last time Simon had seen him. He still looked good, of course. Great, even. But Simon didn’t miss the bags under Baz’s eyes. Or the anxious slope of his shoulders.

“Ummm,” Simon said, unable to find any of the words he was supposed to say. He leaned against the door frame and lifted up his arm to run his fingers through his hair. His hands were itching to do something, but he couldn’t figure out what. He clenched them repeatedly so they would stop.

Baz handed him the zipper bag before flicking his gaze to the ground. He opened his mouth and closed it, also at a loss for words. Simon had never seen Baz like this. Frankly, it concerned him.

“Dev doesn’t deserve the reputation he’s gotten by associating with me. I hope you can see that.” Simon simply hummed in response, a bit surprised at Baz’s choice of subject. “He’s a good man and is good at his job. And,” a smile cracked Baz’s facade, “he has a way of finding pretty things and bringing them to me.”

Suddenly, Baz looked up, into his eyes, and Simon was hit with the full force of his grin and his words at once. Simon stumbled back from the doorway, only one question running through his head now: Baz thinks I’m pretty?

As soon as Baz took in Simon’s reaction, he dropped his smile, glaring instead, and grabbed the door handle to lock Simon back into his opulent prison. The last thing Simon heard from him before he shut and locked the secure door was a terse, “goodnight, Sir Snow,” and then the room was silent.

BAZ

Baz walked down the hallway toward his lab in a daze. He couldn’t believe he’d just said that to Simon. To Sir Simon Snow The Mage’s Golden Knight, and also his prisoner. (Baz wondered what on Earth he was thinking keeping a prisoner such as Simon. The two of them were fated to kill one another. Why not take the chance now that Sir Snow was disarmed? He really should. He never could.) His hands were trembling at his sides and his feet were taking him, by muscle memory, to his own chambers.

Suddenly, Baz’s mind cleared enough to recognise there was a voice in his head. He had a difficult time untangling it from his own thoughts. The longer his mother’s voice had lived in his head, the more he’d gotten used to it there. And the more he had gotten used to it, the harder it was to separate from his own stream of consciousness. Now, though, he heard her message loud and clear:

You shouldn’t kill him yet, you shouldn’t kill him yet, you shouldn’t kill him yet.

#fanfic #my writing #carry on countdown 2019 #day 12: Song/Music-Inspired #coc #carry on fanfic #my fic #it's still december 6th where I am so this counts!#also I put it on ao3 way earlier today #simon my idiot son #baz pitch

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labaguettegameuse · 5 years

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Yesterday (or should i say this night) were my last hours playthrough of the main campaign of dragon age origins. Instead of my usual 3AM sleep time, i went to bed at 7:30AM. I AM DEAD. But it was super worthy.

How should i start my rent this time ? Mmh. Yes. About Alistair et Zevran. Again yes yes yes.

To make sure i wont loose Alistair cause of that damn crown, i support Anora no mater what. Side with her and give her my unconditional love and support. Before the big meeting, i told Alistair about my decision. Since i harden him, i was kinda unhappy about not being king but don’t worry. Santa Surana have your back ;) I was basically chilling and hunting for equipments, weapons and gifts for my friends before the final battle. But then, i notice something about my party comments. I was with Léliana, Alistair and Zevran. And for some reasons, he was extremely jealous of Zev. How strange... Later, i was giving some equipments and healing products to my friends. I was on Zevran profil and i notice this : 100 approval, love. Like : when did i ... ? Then it hit me. Maybe a hour before my gifts hunt, i talked to Zevran. And i choose the option : So what is it you fancy, exactly ?

He said : I fancy many things. I fancy things that are beautiful and things that are strong. I fancy things that are dangerous and exciting. Would you be offended if i said i fancied you ?

And she anwser : No. Not at all.

So, of course, when i talked to Alistair much later... He asks questions about us, about my feelings for him. Since Al is the endgame for my warden, i had to make a choice. And... let's just say that i waited a while before talking to Zevran again. She didn’t want to see him heartbroken. But he was. Then he asked her : Since we can’t be lovers... can we at least be friends ?

How in the fuck can i say no. Absolutly Zevran.

Now back to Alistair. I was so relived and happy to be with him, him being a Grey Warden, and not a king (even if i know he would make a great one since he’s good man). During the big meeting, my warden basically talk shit about Loghain in front of everybody. And himself of course. I was like a little snitchy bitch : BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO He did this and that, he murder him and poisoned a dude blblbl. You have no idea how much i enjoy that. And sice you have to kill him for you and Al to be Grey Wardens together, i’m the one who fight against him. I finished him with Duncan’s sword and dagger. I was kind of sad of hurting Anora but... i didn’t have any other choice. Another thing... Since i have a harden Alistair with me, i had the dialogue option : Alistair will be king. And i will rule by his side. It was a persuasive thing. I was like : Mmmmmmh. But since i know he won’t marry you unless you’re a human noble female, i did bother to click that option. Cause i was aiming for the grey wardens ending anyway. Did i mention that i became not only the commander of the warden, but also of the all freaking armies of Ferelden ? And i heard some peoples comment later : She stop Loghain and her order is gonna fight for us during the blight ? They should have crown her instead. MAKER BALLS DAMN RIGHT GUYS (let me dream plz). How awsome is that ? Before going to war, i give Alistair Duncan’s shield and Maric’s sword.

And as my warden promise to herself, she wears Cailan’s armor. So he can have justice and have the possibility to be with us from the beginning till the end (i was slow as fuck XD but i didn’t care). I mean, look at us being badass girlfriends.

Talking about girlfriends.

Morrigan and her request... Of course i didn’t like the idea of my boyfriend sleeping with someone else. But it was the only way for us to both live in the end. Morrigan can be a cold and a mean bitch. But she’s my cold and mean bitch you know ? She’s my friend. And she will be a better mother than Flemmet. I didn’t want her to leave. I tried every dialogue option to make her stay, but it failed. Since she matters a lot to her, my warden will respect her choices and wishes.

Each of my companions/friends saying farwell/goodbye to me was so heartbreaking. I was spaming my key to heal each one of them. In the end, everybody was alive. Except the other grey warden that told us about how to beat the archdemon.

After the queen speech in the royal castle, i had one last opportunity to talk to my companions. I know we won’t be able to spend our lifetime together forever. But still... when you spend a lot of time with those people, when you get to know more about them, to make them discovered love and friendship, it’s hard to see them go. Shale and Wynne traveling together. Léliana leading an expedition for the saint urn. Oghren being happy, doing drins contests, enjoying the surface and being probably in love again... Don’t ever change man. Ever. I let him lead the rest of my party while i was gone dragon hunting. Morrigan didn’t say goodbye. She wasn’t here... Sten returning to his homeland. I was so freaking ready to go with him but the wardens need their leader. Duncann the dog ... idk. Maybe he was going with Sten? Or stayed with me and Al. And Zevran... I wanted to travel with him (or each of my companions). I wanted him to stay. And he will. For a couple of days or weeks. The grey wardens need a mascot after all.

Anora is a great queen. I know she will. I choose to side with the nice dwarf king but it wasn’t so good for society apparently (you know what ? Oghren should have been king). Dagna was super happy with her times at the mages tower. Even if i failed to save them... After that, Greagoir retired and Cullen took over. I was kind of anxious and nervous with that statement to be honest... But i know he’s gonna be a sweet heart in Inquisition. I was pretty satisfied with my ending. And 30 seconds to mars at the end credit ? Good fucking job. It was a nice addition. You know what song would have been great too ? Breath of the life by Florence and the machine but the song wasn’t out at that time. Now, if you’ll excuse me. I need to wipe off my tears and ruin my sleep schedule by doing the others campains. I wish the best to my companions and to you dear community. See you later. May the maker smiles upon you.

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Happy Birthday, Deuce and...I love you. || @oursongofhealing

It is the day. Machina made up his mind to finally come with terms with his feelings. It was not easy at all. For years, he thought he loved Rem. Perhaps because she was the only person in his village to survive with him. The only person he remembers after ‘Izana’ but now she is...truly the only one.

His feelings were mixed, he loved her, wanted to protect her, wanted to make her happy, all because she was always pushing herself even though she was sick. She covered it up with tiny lies but he saw through them but couldn’t confront her.

Then...Class Zero appeared and everything went crazy, his life, his feelings, everything. Despite how the higher-ups tried to portrait class zero for him, there was something that bugged him about it. Talking to the zero cadets, they felt detached from the world around them yet they cared in their own way.

He met Deuce and honestly he never thought that one day he could have feelings for another girl beside Rem. Their interactions were superficial, limited to their missions but little by little, fate kept betting on them. Each time they were in a team, he felt a strange feeling; he wanted to be there for her because she is always pushing herself...Ah...just like Rem.

Machina pushed the thought away, thinking his feelings were nothing but how a classmate looks after his fellow classmate. Perhaps with time, he saw her as a little sister because she kept trying to interact with him until a couple of faithful encounters that made him question if he really sees her as just a ‘classmate’, a target for his spying activities.

His heart was in pain, torn between who he knows he really loves and the new sudden warm feeling he gets whenever he sees the flutist. Even Rem at some point noticed something was wrong with him towards Deuce and she encouraged him on her own way which he did not think about it until later on.

He loves Rem. His fear to lose the only person who he has memories with hunts him. He loves Rem. Perhaps his obsession with being strong had blinded his ‘love’ and made him possessive of her. She never complained that is why he assumed it was the right thing. To love her and wish she was his only, no one had the right to ‘have’ her but him. How foolish...when he thinks about it, it makes him mad at himself for viewing Rem like that. How his simple wish to be strong to protect everyone turned to complete possession of everything?

His fear.

He is scared.

He does not want to forget or be forgotten.

‘She’ made him that way.

‘She’ made Rem that way.

‘She’ put him in an endless cycle of fear and doubt.

‘She’ could have let everything the way it was, everyone was friends but ‘She’ wanted her children to be puppets.

If only they could go back to one of the old spirals, where everything was okay...alas...another one soon starts after and wipes their memories clean.

New Game . . . ?

New Cycle.

Restart the pain.

Machina was done of feeling pathetic for himself. If it is the only thing he can control in his life, at least he should do it right. For himself, and for her.

Today is her birthday and in his mind, it was probably the only good chance he will ever have to confess his feelings. He has to do it!

Well, easier said than done when his body is refusing to leave his room. Gosh...his heart is about to jump out of his chest, thinking about meeting her and saying...he...he loves her.

Alright, steady breathes. He can do it. “GAaaaaaah!!!!” why did he remember her blue stripes pants now? Commence bashing his head to the nearest wall to calm down. “Nn...that’s....she will be upset of me...I have to tell her about that too...before or after ...Damn it...”

If he kept at this it will be noon and he will ruin every chance of seeing her first in the morning. Pushing himself to open the door, Machina exists his room and head to the girls' dorm. He might die in the process because Studen President Aki might catch him but he does not care (well, he is scared but he is trying his best not to think about this.)

Sneaking inside, his heart dropped when he saw Sice coming his way and quickly opt to hide. Thankfully, she did not see her but to his chagrin, Cinque was right behind him.

“eeeehhh~ machipyon? what are you doing here?”

“AAAAAAH! C-C-Cinque?! M-me? N-nothing. Ha..ha....walking.”

“Walking in the girls' dorm~~?”

“........Yes. I’m maintaining peace.”

“Heeeeeeeeee~ Machina is a nice guy~ Cinque wants to help too! Do you think someone is trying to steal the girls’ panties?”

“P-P-Pa!”

“Pa pa pa?��

“....Nn...I feel...sick...”

“Oh no~ should I go call Deuce? she can cast some healing magic on you ~”

“NOT DEUCE! NOT! DEUCE!”

“Uwah! Machina is acting strange.”

“I-I’m not!...uugghh! just go, okay? I have...I mean I will go too.”

“...Oka~~~y. if you say so. but cinque wanted to help in kicking bad people’s ass too.”

“thanks, i will call you when i erm fine bad people to be kicked.”

“ye~y!” she turned and walked then stopped, “y’know deuce has left her room already~ she said she was going to water the flowers in the cemetery~ byennee~”

“!!!” how did....he had a hunch that this cinque had more than she let out. So deuce is already out...he wanted to leave this message to get her somewhere where they can talk alone but that is okay too.

Machina quickly left before anyone else spot him or it will be really his death sentence. he made his way to the cemetery which he had to pass through the class and luckily no one was around because it was still early in the morning. he spotted eight who was as per usual training. sheesh...this kid is either training or training.

He walked into the cemetery, teal eyes flickering around, trying to scan where the flutist is when she got up after watering some plants. His heart skipped a beat seeing her smile at the flowers.

Damn it, he thought to himself, left hand pressed against his chest. He cannot have cold feet now. A deep breath before he walked towards her, “H-hey...” to get her attention and not startle her.

Deuce turned around quickly when she heard the voice and a smile beamed on her features which made him freeze in his place before he shook his head, “Um...you’re early...”

“Mhm. I have to water the poor flowers or no one will.”

“That’s..awful kind of you...”

“Is...it?”

“I-I mean um..you are sure busy and stuff and...make time for them...*sigh* I admire that...”

“Hehe, they can’t water themselves, can they?--- o-oh...” she clasped her hands.

“I admire a lot of things about you...You still talk to me even though I am...a spy.”

“Machina...”

“I have something to tell you, so please, listen to me.”

“Yes, I will. Go ahead, Machina.”

“...Okay...First, I have to apologize for something before I um forget.”

“...?”

“I’m sorry! I am REALLY SORRY!” he bowed, “that day when we were on Milites land and we were climbing for the other side of the building and--”he coughed because he was talking fast, “a-ahem, I...s..s..s-s..saw your...um...underwear....I couldn’t tell you because I was scared that you might think I meant for it to happen! I swear I did not!” he was legit scared to look up but he could tell she tensed up. Deuce’s face was definitely glowing red as she held onto her skirt, pulling it down unconsciously. Great...he ruined the moment.

“I-...It is okay. Machina did not mean to...l-look. Besides, it was my idea to go first so, I know you didn’t mean to...” she was so embarrassed, probably thinking what underwear was she was wearing at that time and she is shy to ask him which one he saw. Crystal...

“D-do you forgive me...?”

“Mhm...It’s in the past.”

“...ha...ha...”

“M-Machina...?’

“...that’s a relief...” he fixed his posture, a smile curled his lips.

“U-um, is that...all?”

“...No.” he closed his eyes, took another deep breath and looked right into her eyes. Deuce felt it was even important so she took this even serious and looked him back right into his eyes. “You know that...I love Rem....”

It was evident that she momentarily flinched but kept her cool, “...yes.”

“I...thought I do. I mean, she was the only person left in my life who knows me. I clung so hard onto her because I was scared of losing her. Of losing the last person who I share memories with. When Izana died, it felt..weird and ..there is something missing in my heart. He was my brother but even now I cannot feel that ...sad to not have him. I feel angry because I cannot recall what he was to me, how we acted around each other, did he loved me? did I love him? were we good family? I...recall nothing. Rem was the only thing I can clearly remember any part of the day and it kept me going.” he paused to sigh and look up. “If it weren’t for that love, I wouldn’t be here...strange...I wouldn’t have met you...” a sad smile formed on his lips. “My love for Rem was...i don’t know if it is but it felt like...obsession more than love. I based everything in my life on her. I..I for sure made it hard for her but she never complained. She was and still a good friend. I wish if she said something about my behavior sooner...Maybe she...loves me...maybe she just petty me...but I can’t go on like this. She has the right to live her life the way she wants. I..I want to protect her but..I want to protect you more.” eyes look back at her. “*sigh* This is..going nowhere....Deuce, I love you.” he let that sink first before he continues. “I love Rem but now I see I was projecting my insecurities on her and treated her unfairly. You came in and opened my eyes. You are the reason i have the courage to stand against my fears, to stand against everything that has shackled me for years.”

Deuce was paralyzed and said nothing. Of course, she was. A confession after that long rant was a curveball.

Machina stepped closer towards her, “Deuce...will you...have me?”

#oursongofhealing #⌈⌈ic. (machina)#//aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #long post #//wheezing sounds..i ....love them...so much....#//YOU GONNA BE MAH GURLFRI ENDO #//HAVE M Y EHART SHAY AND THORW IT IN THE GARBAGE AAAAAAAAAAA #//IM C R YING #//HE WAS JUST....YOU KNOW I LOVE REM BUT I LOVE YOU MORE YOU GET IT????? I ...LOVE YOU OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

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