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mianeko · 2 years
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have you ever loved a song so much that you wish you could inject it into your veins and have it flow through your body?
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RANCHERS PROPAGANDA
VOTE TANGO AND JIMMY
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chadoe-dex · 4 months
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sorry this is late I've been drowning in coursework
Chapter 4: Pro Tip When Breaking & Entering: Don't Get Caught
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Jimmy is a good brother. Promise, swear on his life, cross his heart and hope to die, whatever that thing about needles is. He was a good brother who listened to his older sister and tried his best not to cause her worry.
But sometimes, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
This was one of those times.
He even made extra precautions. He knew who was on patrol today— Scar and Martyn— and he knew their patrol route. He triple checked that the comm he borrowed was fully charged with its tracker off, he stuffed his wings into an oversized jacket to hide them perfectly, he left his shower running and an unfinished (and honestly, terrible) crochet blanket on his nest in case someone checked on him. He even stole a pair of Joel's biker gloves and sunglasses since they were more inconspicuous, easier to hide his identity with.
Very much like the night only a week or so before, Jimmy snuck out of the second story bathroom and scaled the wall down. He walked along the wall if the facility and made his way to the chain link fence. There was a specific section in the back past the medical building that was not only hidden from places people frequented but was also unraveled, tied together only by zip ties that Jimmy had long since learned how to open and reclose. Jimmy had found that spot when he was younger— back when he spent most of his time actually playing outside for lack of better entertainment. He lost his ball over the fence and watched a lazy security guard cut open the zip ties and put new ones on.
He had a bit of a plan for his adventure. Usually when he would sneak out, he did it when it was dark out because he just wanted to explore which could be done from the safety of rooftops and under the cover of darkness. Today, however, he switched his focus to retracing his steps. He wasn't a navigational genius, hels he still got lost in the white walls of the facility. But for the sake of finding his way back to the facility without a map, Jimmy had memorized a few street names surrounding the facility during the times he snuck out. On the night he met Tango, he had used the list of streets when he was trying to make it back in the dark, in the rain, and on his own. So he had a decent idea of where he came from that night, and he knew the name of the street Tango's apartment building was on.
Sure, Jimmy promised to himself he wouldn't go looking for Tango because that was asking for way too much trouble. But Jimmy was past the line of trouble, he may as well satisfy his curiosity in the process. That was definitely the only reason he was looking for the fire-y inhuman— was out of curiosity.
The streets looked significantly different in the daytime, when Jimmy's vision was actually clear and not clouded by rain or fog. Considering it was fairly early in the afternoon, many places were open and bustling with people going about their everyday lives. He watched them with curiosity, people arguing and gossiping. There were people holding flat rectangle shaped things to their ears and speaking to the air, drinking from foam cups and plastic cups with colorful drinks, people working at tables on laptops, unsupervised children running around the legs of people walking or staring into shop windows. The city was a fairly busy place filled with people just living their everyday lives taking for granted their freedom to do anything they wanted.
Jimmy's heart ached, longing for something similar. Something he couldn't have.
Not with his stupid ability.
Focusing back on his task at hand, Jimmy made his way out of what seemed to be the central commercial district and toward the more residential side of town. Jimmy counted the streets he walked down until he got to the one he was about eighty percent sure Tango lived on. In the daylight, he found that it wasn't actually so far from the facility. It only took about twenty or so minutes for Jimmy to find it. Standing from the corner, Jimmy counted down three housing buildings before reaching the familiar red brick apartment complex, complete with a spooky alleyway and the out-of-date fire escape on its side.
Okay, maybe it wasn't familiar. It looked like any other basic and old apartment complex, and Jimmy had only seen it once during shit weather conditions. But that didn't mean he wasn't sure this was it.
There were five floors, probably one or two actual apartments per, with a balcony on each facing the street side. Each was personalized, one floor having many plants, another with a grill. If Jimmy remembers correctly, Tango was on the fourth floor where the balcony had a grill and some fairy lights.
Of course, he was not going in from the balcony. He was in full view and someone would probably call the authorities on him which he absolutely didn't need. So, he went the way Tango had led him through.
He went down the alley and up the rickety fire escape.
He recognized the window as soon as he approached it. The curtains were dark blue, slightly pulled open to let the small amount of sunlight flow from above the building next to it. Inside, Jimmy could see the circle shaped rug he had sat on, the queen bed with a space patterned duvet and the desk next to the bed, hidden from his view. There was a lack of a Tango inside, which arose a problem Jimmy hadn't planned for.
Tango had no idea he was coming.
That was fine. It was great, actually. Nothing wrong with that. All Jimmy had to do was wait. He didn't want to wait on the fire escape, though. He could be spotted that way. So instead he decided to do the most logical thing he could think of.
He opened the window and climbed in.
(One would argue going through the building and knocking on Tango's front door would be smarter, but Jimmy never makes things easy for himself does he?)
He paused after sliding the, listening for any alarms going off, then went through when he was sure nothing got tripped.
Once inside, he shook off his jacket and draped it across the chair from the desk, and once again kicked off his shoes to leave them by the window. He let his wings stretch a bit as he looked around. Jimmy could see a lot more than both from the window and from the night he was here. The room was fairly big, about twice the size of Jimmy's back at the Facility. The wall opposite from the window had a built-in closet, white doors decorated with various stickers and taped scraps of loose leaf paper. There was a door cracked open to the right with a wooden wardrobe against the same wall, a few trophies and framed certificates on top. One of the trophies was shaped like a beaker with fake bubbles coming out of it. To the left wall was the bed and against the back corner was a desk, littered with notebooks, books, and pieces of wires and metal. Jimmy walked closer to the desk, and picked up one of the metal things that had wires attached to one side and a knob on the other. There was also a flat green thing with little doodads and square bits attached, a large plastic casing that looked split in half and some screwdrivers and a clamp looking thing as well.
Jimmy was so intrigued by the various nicknacks scattered across the desk that he completely missed the sound of the door opening until it was too late.
He was alerted by a strong arm grabbing him from behind, putting him in a headlock and pulling him away from the desk. Jimmy shouted in surprise and earned a hand coming up to cover his mouth, knocking his sunglasses to the ground.
“Dubs, grab somethin' to keep him down!” the person holding him shouted. He twisted slightly, enough for Jimmy to see the door now wide open and two people peeking in the doorway before quickly dispersing. He didn't get a good look at them, but neither of them looked like Tango.
Panicking, Jimmy tried to use his wings to wiggle away from his captor but whoever it was was unfairly strong. Fortunately for Jimmy, he's been in enough play-fights with Grian and Joel to know how to escape a headlock. He dug his heel into the barefoot toes of his captor, then twisted at the waist as much as he could and elbowed the person's side— terrified of the hard muscle he felt. It worked, though, catching them off guard and allowing for his grip to slip fully when Jimmy let his knees go weak and dropped to the floor.
“Hey—!”
“I was just leaving!” Jimmy cried, scrambling back towards the bed. With a bit of guilt for the clean sheets, he climbed onto it prepared to doge the slightly crouched person in front of him.
“Etho!” they called. As they did, a person who was definitely taller than Jimmy appeared in the doorway, and Jimmy now had two people to dodge.
And then the person disappeared.
Jimmy blinked at the doorway where he was sure someone had just
An arm grabbed him from behind, and he flinched because there was no way he could've been snuck up on from behind
Before he could even think What's an etho? he was very suddenly in an entirely different room. He hunched over, overwhelmed with the feeling of nausea. There was a churning feeling in his stomach and lightheadedness that came with it. It took all of his willpower to not vomit right there. Briefly, he thought of what Cleo said about a vanishing person and figured he found their needle.
Before he could linger on that thought, Jimmy was pulled back by the arm that had grabbed him, shoving him onto a chair and tying him down with a bungee cord. He watched helplessly and in still a bit of shock as the person from before ran out of the left hallway and another person emerged from the kitchen archway across the room. In a blink, there were three people standing in front of him.
Now that there was no running around, Jimmy could actually see the three people who attacked him.
The first one was the person who had initially grabbed him. They were probably the same height as Jimmy or shorter wearing a muscle top with the design of a ripped tux printed on it and black sweatpants. The shirt style left their arms exposed, letting Jimmy see a pretty good amount of muscle which explained the struggle he had faced with them. To really add to their intimidation were the scars that littered his arms making Jimmy wonder what the hell this guy does for a living. The person to Jimmy's right was the one who tied him to the chair, who had disappeared from the doorway and seemingly reappeared behind Jimmy. Their hair was long and silver, some of it tied back in the bun while loose pieces covered the left side of their face and a black mask covered the bottom half. The last person was in-between them and right in front of Jimmy, a lot shorter and darker than his two friends. They wore a fuzzy bright green hoodie and a red headband pushed their short curly hair away from their face, like they had been in the middle of washing it or something.
Jimmy tried to avoid looking at the guy in the middle, mostly because he had to look cross eyed down the blade of a kitchen knife they pointed right at his face. He would have probably mused at the fact that this was his second experience with a knife in his face but he was still a bit preoccupied with not getting stabbed.
“Who are you, and who do you think you are, intrudin' in our home?!” The short one demanded.
“Uh—”
“Look at the wings he's got on him, Bdubs, he's definitely been sent by the Commission.” The one with the tank top leaned forward, eyes narrowing. His voice was booming where his companion’s was a bit shrill.
“Why would the Commission send someone after normal civilians?” the masked one asked a bit too pointedly.
“Speak, intruder,” the short one (what did the other one call him? Bdubs?) jabbed the knife slightly closer to Jimmy, and he had to lean back to avoid it touching his nose.
“Listen,” he started calmly, “I really didn't mean to cause trouble. I hadnt planned for anyone to be here— well, I didn't actually have any plan—”
“You're not helpin' your case,” Tank top grumbled.
“I just came by to talk to my friend.”
“We've never seen you before,” Bdubs said. “We'd've known if you’re a friend of ours.”
“Not you lot, I mean Tango.” Jimmy was starting to feel a bit frustrated, and his wings were sore from the bindings.
“Tango?!” the three of them exclaimed. Bdubs finally lowered the knife, giving Jimmy the chance to relax a bit. “How the heck do you know Tango?!” Bdubs shouted.
“Uh, it's a bit of a story—”
“Well s’not like you’re going anywhere until Tango gets here.” The tall one said. “Unless you want to sit in silence.”
The one in the tank top leaned back a bit and said in a lowered voice, “Actually, Etho, Top is—”
There was a sound of a door opening from the hallway to Jimmy’s right.
“—probably already here…”
Jimmy straightened as he heard Tango’s voice call out, “HONEY, I’M HOOOOME!” All three bodies turned and formed a sort of wall that blocked Jimmy from view as Tango entered the living room. “What’s for din— what are you all doing?”
Jimmy thought about calling out to Tango, but he remembered the weird disappear and reappear act from earlier and decided he didn’t want to tempt fate.
“You got a secret friend we don’t know about, Tangsy?” The tank top guy asked.
There was a pause. “Uhhh what are you talking about?”
“Anyone you hang with outside of us?”
“...I don’t think so?”
“AHA!” Bdubs shouted, startling his companions and Jimmy. He whipped around and shoved the knife back into Jimmy’s face. The movement caused the other two to back away, and Jimmy was able to see Tango standing by the entrance of the hallway wearing his hair back in a ponytail and what looked like a uniform— red polo shirt and black cargo pants. “YOU DID LIE YOU INTRUDER!”
“I'm not lying!” Jimmy cried defensively at the same time Tango exclaimed, “Jimmy?!”
Everyone turned to look at him. He had dropped his backpack on the ground and was now staring at Jimmy with eyes as wide as dinner plates.
“Jimmy?!” Tank top and Bdubs echoed.
“Tango!” Jimmy's wings stretched against the bungee cord.
“Etho.” The tall one said in monotone.
“What’s going on?!” Tango’s voice had risen a few octaves.
“They’ve captured me!”
Bdubs spun on him. “You were sneakin’ through a window, you— you creep!”
“Why are you sneaking through a window?” Tango laughed almost hysterically.
“I— well— that's how I came in last time,” Jimmy could feel his face heating up.
“Last time?” The three of them repeated with varying levels of incredulousness.
“I thought you said you didn't have other friends?!” Tank top’s voice had risen about as high as Tango's.
“I think we didn't ask a sp'cific enough question,” Bdubs crossed his arms in front of his chest, careful with the knife, “Tango, we implied partners when—”
“NO, noooo, no no, That is NOT where—” Tango waved his hands out rapidly as he ended his sentence with an incomprehensible sputter, his hair lighting up into flames and burning out of its ponytail.
Bdubs put his hands on his hips, holding the knife slightly away from him. “So then explain yourself!”
“We only met like a week ago,” Tango stumbled through the story (leaving out the more private details) as he finally shook off his shock and went to help untie Jimmy. Once he was free, Jimmy stood and allowed his wings to shake out a bit, wincing when a couple feathers fell loose. “I forgot to mention it afterwards.” Tango finished with.
Jimmy thanked him and did his best to pick up the feathers that had fallen.
“So, he's with the Commission but not with them,” the tall one asked, staring at Jimmy with his eyes squinted.
“Let's call it mutual rule breaking,” Jimmy said, feeling a bit proud when Tango laughed. “Speakin' of which, that's sorta why I came to find you.”
Tango frowned at him. “Whaddya mean?”
“This morning, one of the heroes reported an inhuman using their ability, somethin' bout seeing purple particles.” Jimmy observed as all four faces shifted between annoyance and fear, and glances were targeted towards the tallest member of their group— the one who had magically moved Jimmy from Tango's room. “I'm not sure if you know of them or not, just wanted to warn you to watch out.” At this point, Jimmy was sure who the inhuman was but he kept up the feign of ignorance.
“Thanks for the heads up,” Tango managed, only barely able to mask his displeasure with his friend. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a loud beeping noise from Bdubs' pocket. He jumped at the noise and scrambled to silence it.
“Ender, that's my alarm.” He rushed off to an open room right by the right hallway. “Etho, we gotta go!” he shouted behind him. There was the sound of rushing water.
The taller one spared one last glance at Jimmy before saying, “I'm not sure how much I trust this guy here. Y'know, breaking and entering isn't the best way to meet people.”
Tango rolled his eyes. “He's fine Etho, trust me.”
Etho hummed. “Skizz?”
Tank top— Skizz?— Crossed his arms and puffed his chest out. “I’ll keep an eye on ‘em.”
“Oh, ender,” Tango grumbled.
“And an ear,” Bdubs emerged from the bathroom with his curly hair out of it's headband and face freshly washed. He ran across the apartment, a few minutes later emerging from the left hallway with a backpack,. “Keep an ear out for anything.” he patted a disgruntled looking Tango’s shoulder. “I think there’s a tension here, you never know, maybe they’ll decide to—”
“Stop acting like my parents!” Tango reached out and grabbed Jimmy by his arm, and led him away from the other three.
“Keep the door open!” shouted Skizz gleefully.
Tango’s hair caught aflame again, and the three roomates dissolved into cackles.
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“Ignore them,” Tango grumbled, having slammed the door as soon as Jimmy was inside. “They’re awful, awful friends and I only live here cause they’re rich.”
Despite popular belief, Jimmy understood the jokes Skizz and Bdubs had been making and what they implied to embarrass Tango. He grew up around not only Scott, but Scar and Cleo and Joel and Martyn who all enjoyed a crude joke here and there— maybe some more than others— especially when someone got embarrassed by them. For his own sanity, Jimmy had long since gotten into the habit of pretending those jokes flew over his head. Half the fun was seeing everyone’s reactions when he seemed confused about a particular innuendo. The other half was watching them become embarrassed themselves when he asked what something meant with the face of pure innocence.
(He’s never forgetting how red Joel had turned when he slipped up and said something about Lizzie infront of Jimmy, who insisted he wanted to understand the joke. Since then, Joel has never targetted another one towards her.)
So, Jimmy was glad to use his practice to spare Tango of some embarrassment. “What were they laughing about?” he asked.
Tango paused and blinked at him for a second. His shoulders dropped some of their tension. “They were just being annoying,” he decided. He cleared his throat and passed Jimmy, crossing the room to sit on his bed. That’s when he noticed the mess. “What happened in here?” Tango asked, staring at his stomped on pillows. Jimmy winced.
“That was my bad. When your friends caught me waiting in here it, uhh. Didn’t go so well.” He snorted, picking up one of Jimmy’s feathers from his duvet.
His feathers have been falling a lot today, maybe it was almost molting time. Or maybe if he’d stop forcing his wings into tight bounds the feathers would stay where they’re supposed to.
“You can sit down,” Tango offers. He turns to examine the rest of his room, spotting the jacket left on his desk chair and the shoes by the window.
Hesitantly, Jimmy accepted the offer and sat down on the round carpet between the window and the bed. The silence between them was awkward, they were stilll unfamiliar enough to not know what to say. It was something Jimmy knew they would have to push past in order to have some sort of companionship between them. The trouble was knowing where to start.
“I realized I didn't have any way to contact you,” he started. “I finally just decided to visit here again. Hope for the best.”
“It was a bit abrupt the way we partied last time,” Tango said with a hint of sheepishness. “But since you're here now we can share phone numbers?”
Jimmy blanked for a moment. Share what?
“Here,” Tango pulled something out of his back pocket and held it out for Jimmy to see. It was small, hand sized, and rectangular. The front part was black with a thin, clear cover and the rest was encased in a small box-like covering, colored red with black accents. There were buttons on one side and multiple holes on what must be the bottom as Tango held it out towards him. Tango pulled it back and pressed one of the side buttons, a light illuminating his face as he fiddled with it before turning it back to Jimmy.
Jimmy accepted it and just stared, reading "New Contact" at the top of the screen and a list of information to fill out.
“What's this?” he asked, absolutely confused. Tango seemed to falter at that.
“What d'you mean, it's— it's to fill out a new contact.”
“No, I mean—” Jimmy purses his lips unsure of how to explain himself. Finally he just pulled the communicator he borrowed from his own pocket and handed it to Tango.
Tango examined the device before looking up at Jimmy and perfectly parroting, “What's this?”
“That's a communicator,” Jimmy explained. “It's how heroes are able to contact each other on the field and anyone in the facility who has one. Though, we're not allowed to have them off duty, technically, so it can only really contact Ren's— er, Rendog's comm.”
Tango turned it around in his hand. “This looks like a wonky walkie talkie.” He fiddled with the short, thick antenna on the left side of it, then with the joystick meant to be used for selecting. “You guys don't use any phones?”
Jimmy frowned. “We have telephones in the secret'ries desk, medical offices, and in the lounge but we aren't allowed to use them.” At best, he could think of some phones from the few video games the Facility allowed, but those were all landlines as well.
“A telephone is different,” Tango mumbled. He found the keyboard, having slid the top half and the bottom half of the comm apart, and was pressing buttons to see what they did. “This is a sorta mix between an old flip-phone and a walkie talkie.” Jimmy had no idea what a flip phone was either, but he didn't comment on it. “Is this one your's?”
“No… I borrowed it.” he shrugged. “I'm not a hero so I don't get one.”
“That's a problem.” Tango stood and handed the comm back. “Lucky for you I've got a couple to spare.” He wandered over to the closet and slid open the doors, going on his tippy toes to reach a shoebox tucked away at the top. He returned to his spot holing a smaller version of the phone he had shown Jimmy, the screen with a few cracks and a plain grey case. He turned it on like the other one, and started messing with it as he said: “I usually keep my old phones when I can in case of emergencies, there's no service but there's apps you can get for chatting at the very least.”
Jimmy was considering moving over to where Tango was, but before he decided, Tango slid off the bed and settled himself next to Jimmy, their arms pressing together as Tango reached out to show Jimmy the phone.
“Here’s this, it's called Chatmod.” The screen displayed some sort of log-in page, a little blue logo with a white cat looking face on the top. He showed Jimmy as he began typing in a name and password for him. “It’s mostly to chat, but there’s also options for calling and video-calls. Then there’s stuff like forums and servers that could either be public or private— actually, you don’t need to worry ‘bout any of that. Here’s my friend code.”
Jimmy watched as Tango typed in a username (tangotek) followed by a small string of numbers. He mostly paid attention to how Tango was using the device and not at all focused on the way he was pressed against Jimmy’s side.
Tango spent a few more minutes explaining to Jimmy how the app works, then how the phone works when Jimmy asked what the shapes at the bottom of the screen meant. That eventually led to Tango asking Jimmy how the communicator worked, and they were halfway through Tango trying to hack into the comm to add “mobile games” when Skizz knocked on the door. The two of them jolted at the sound and looked up in unison as the door peaked open.
Skizz popped his head through the crack. “You two hungry?” he asked with a grin.
Tango must’ve forgotten his earlier grievances, for he asked with excitement, “What’re you makin’?”
“I was thinking a pizza, homemade.”
“You don’t know how to make pizza.”
“I can try.”
Tango leaned closer to Jimmy’s ear. “You should probably leave before the apartment burns down.”
Jimmy’s snort was covered by Skizz shouting, “I heard that!”
“That’s alright, I think I left the water running anyways.” Jimmy’s smile faded as he remembered.
The shower.
Oh no.
“Oh gosh, I left the shower on.” He ran a hand through his hair in distress. “Ender— how long have I been gone for!?” His voice raised pitch in his sudden panic.
“Why the shower?” Tango asked, seeming slightly concerned.
“So no one would go in my room— I'm really very sorry but I've got to go—” Jimmy scrambled up to his feet
“That's fine,” Tango stood too, doing some hand signal toward Skizz. “Take the phone with you, lemme grab the charger.”
Jimmy was only half listening, shoving his wings back into the jacket. He let Tango shove both the phone and the charger into his pocket as he slipped his shoes on and quietly mourned the sunglasses now broken on the floor.
“Does that really hide your wings?” Tango asked, regaining Jimmy's attention.
“Huh?” He looked over his shoulder as best as he could at his wings— a lump on his back underneath his already oversized hoodie. “If you ignore how it makes me look like a camel, sure.” He started his already usual routine of opening the window to slip out of when Tango grabbed his upper arm.
“Not that way,” Jimmy looked back at Tango, confused for a minute, then Tango started dragging him back into the apartment.
“Oh right,” he grinned sheepishly, “the front door.”
Skizz was in the kitchen as they passed, and he called out “Bye Jimmy!”
“Bye!”
Tango stopped right in front of the door, which as it turns out was the only thing in the little hallway that Jimmy couldn’t see into before. “I’ll walk you outside,” he offered.
Jimmy nodded.
They were silent from the door to the elevator, which is when Tango said as they waited, “I bet I can find a better way to hide your wings.”
Jimmy looked over at him— which, for the first time he realized he had to look down because Tango's eye level only reached Jimmy's chin— and blinked. “A better way?”
Tango looked back, confidence full in his smile. “For next time.”
The elevator door opened and a smile spread across Jimmy's face.
“...”
“..What.”
“Nothing”
“What? why are you looking at me like that?”
“...”
“Oh void— go away”
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I got into tangtho so quickly after being obsessed with decked out 2 and finding your blog was a godsend 🙏 thank you for all your work
aaaa thank you this makes me happy!! I'm so glad you're enjoying them too :D ty for dropping this ask 🤗 DO2 is such a golden age we're living in right now fr <3
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canarydarity · 1 year
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strawberry wine (and all the time we used to have)
They hadn’t thought it worth it to ready both horses to pop over to Grian’s for a quick minute, so they’d just shared the one. Of course, a quick minute it was not, and the brief welcome back visit turned into why don’t you stay for dinner, which turned into I think I have some ale, which turned into, well, sharing one horse riding home in the post-midnight darkness, full and a little bit tipsy. 
Which was how Tango knew with certainty by the way Jimmy was slumped behind him—head resting on the back of his shoulder, his forehead to Tango’s neck—that he’d fallen asleep. Jimmy’s sleep-slackened hands, which had once been wrapped around Tango’s waist (for practicality reasons, of course, they were sharing one horse, after all) had fallen loose and rested on Tango’s thighs. 
He made sure to keep their pace slow, trying not to jostle them enough that the lack of a true hold would cause much of a problem. They weren’t that far from home, anyway, and Tango didn’t mind going slow.
The night was cold, but Jimmy against his back was keeping him warm, and Tango could hardly complain about that. It was quiet, but only if you were talking in terms of speech or manmade noise; crickets and cicadas were singing in loud conjunction, and leaves and branches rustled in the wind picking up the melody; the occasional night bird would call out, and it’s friend or long-lost lover would reply in kind. 
Jimmy made a small noise in his sleep, and Tango chuckled, adjusting his grip on the reigns and doing his best to keep them steady. In the distance, he could almost make out the lantern light that marked the end of their long dirt drive, and Tango felt undoubtedly a little disappointed; he would take a few more minutes of this ride if he could. Then again, when it came to Jimmy, he’d always take a few more minutes whenever they were offered. 
And he’d remind Jimmy of that whenever he needed him to, as it seemed he often did; by design or not, Jimmy was stuck with him now, and Tango would wheedle and barter for as many minutes as the universe would give them. 
Tango remembered a night soon after they’d first settled down where Jimmy had sat him on the couch and started talking very seriously about a curse; it was meant to be a warning, but he twisted his hands together as he explained that it always came too late to change anything, and so it was labeled a curse instead. After time, it seemed more like a burden. Where Jimmy went, disaster followed—or so he’d said. 
Tango wasn’t inclined to believe in curses. He’d initially wanted to laugh, actually; he didn’t, because Jimmy seemed deeply unnerved yet certain about what he was saying, and Tango would never laugh about something that was upsetting him. It wasn’t even that he didn’t think there was any truth in it; he believed that things had happened to Jimmy and that his luck was more rotten than most—but he would be damned if he believed Jimmy had anything to do with it; that Jimmy called it upon himself simply by existing; that he, in some cosmically fucked up way, asked for it by finding happiness again and again, taunting some sick version of fate. No, Tango couldn’t believe that. 
How could something as wonderful as him—as them—ever be cursed? 
That was what he’d found so laughable. And he’d think it again a thousand times in the months that followed; when they’d tamed their first horse—the same one Jimmy had fallen off of an hour later, trying to ride before they’d obtained a saddle (Adequate, the same one they were sharing now); when their first winter came and Tango learned that Jimmy practically nested when it turned cold, layering every single blanket and pillow in the house into one pile as if he’d never be warm again; when he saw the way that Jimmy always somehow expertly knew what every animal needed with just a quick inspection (especially the cows, as those were his favorite).
Surely no curse could attach itself to such things. There was no room for that kind of poison to grow here, there were no roots for it to latch onto. Tango would make sure to stop it before it could. They were careful—safe, even; they double-checked the crops for infestation and they inspected the house and the barn for disrepair and they did the latch on every window on every floor before going to bed. 
Still, sometimes he felt time loom a little too heavily over them, or became too aware of its presence. In the end, he’d decided it didn’t matter how much of it they got: he’d take all that he was offered. And if some of that time had to be reserved for these extra safety measures and reassurances, he would not tire and he would not complain; not if they eased Jimmy’s mind, even if only slightly. 
Not if it got Jimmy to stop looking at him like he was calculating how much time they had left. He’d been doing it a lot less than he used to; after that first discussion about curses and time and the not-mentioned-but-still-thought-of end, Tango would sometimes catch Jimmy’s gaze lingering on him, his eyebrows drawn together and his mouth a thin line. It took him some time to catalog that look and understand what Jimmy was doing: bracing. He was running the numbers on all his worst-case scenarios and determining their end, when he’d need to be ready for it by. 
Tango didn’t want Jimmy looking at him and wondering when he’d be gone. Then again, wasn’t he doing the same thing, now? Reminiscing on them before they’d even ended?
Maybe this weirdly-insistent cycle of grief rehearsal that they were stuck in was the curse—daring them to waste all their time worrying about their ending, and therefore, bringing it about themselves. 
Tango didn’t think it was a bad thing to miss things—to know you’d miss things; to know you had something good and didn’t want to see it leave. To be aware that when—if, he would not validate the idea of a curse by saying when—things ended he’d wish they hadn’t. 
If he could lose Jimmy, he would; but he can’t, so he won’t. It was as simple as that. 
And, anyway, things had been better. Time seemed to move slower in the recent months. He’d catch Jimmy humming in his free time instead of performing doomsday math. He’d brought home more animals—the second horse, the cows, some chickens—let himself get settled. And occasionally—just occasionally—Tango would find him making a mindless comment about the future; he’d say, in a few months, we could— or what we should do next year instead is—
Progress; they’d been making progress. 
Jimmy had said he was a disaster, he brought disaster—but disasters were only disastrous because they could have been prevented and weren’t. Tango didn’t mind the extra precautions, not if it meant they got to have this, and not if it meant more nights like this one—Jimmy feeling safe enough to fall asleep without notice, sharing one horse, exhausted but in the good way; in the way that meant a hard days work had passed and a night with friends was enjoyed. 
The stable was just up ahead, and he’d definitely have to wake Jimmy up to get him inside. When he felt like he’d stalled as long as he could—because the night was indeed cold and getting colder and the longer they did this the higher the chance one or both of them would fall became—Tango eased them to a stop right inside the barn door, giving Adequate a good pat as he did. 
“Jimmy,” Tango jostled his shoulder a little, hoping to wake Jimmy up without startling him too much. “Jim, hun. Wake up.”
Jimmy shifted a little on his back; it really would be their luck to make it all the way home safely, but then have Jimmy fall off the horse as Tango tried to wake him up. Tango reached one of his hands backward, knowing it’d be useless at that angle but keeping it there just in case. 
“Jim, hey…Jimmy, wake up!” He turned his head to the side trying to look behind him as much as he could. 
At this Jimmy did startle awake, and had Tango not felt it in the weight being removed from his back then he would have in the way Jimmy frantically grabbed his waist again when he tilted just a little. Tango grabbed his arm as well, and Adequate took a step or two in place. 
“Woah, woahwoahwoah, okay,” Tango said, trying to re-instill calm. 
But Jimmy was too tired to panic, anyway. When they were once again secure all he said was, “oh my gosh, I fell asleep on the horse!” In a way that Tango knew was more for his own sleep-deprived processing than Tango’s needing to be told. 
“Yeah, I know, cowboy!” Tango laughed in reply, regardless. “You must’ve been tired.”
Jimmy climbed down from Adequate and Tango glanced to the side where he knew he’d finally be able to see him again. He watched Jimmy rub a hand over his face, not bothering to erase the bewildered expression away when he did. Tango laughed at him again, fondly, and Jimmy caught his eye and smiled back. 
“I cannot believe that just happened, I’m—oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, you had to ride back with me like that the whole way didn’t you? I didn’t mea—” Jimmy’s expression was turning from shy amusement to disbelief to worry and then even further past that as it often did. 
“Jim?”
“Wha—yeah?” Jimmy stopped, one hand on Adequate’s reigns the other on the horse's broad shoulder. He looked up at Tango, eyes wide. 
“Shut up.”
“Yeah, right—alright.” Jimmy smiled, “need help down?” 
Tango did not need help down, but he sure would like it. He grabbed Jimmy’s outstretched hand, swung his leg over Adequate, and dropped to the ground. He watched Jimmy lead Adequate back to his stall, whispering to the horse as he went. 
“Sorry ‘bout that, Adequate, hope we weren’t too much trouble for you. You’re a good horse, though, aren’t you, yeah…” Tango smiled as Jimmy paused; others might think he’d just run out of things to say, but Tango knew he was giving space for Adequate to respond as if the horse actually would. 
This moment—if he could only have just this moment over and over again, he thinks he’d be okay with that; if they couldn’t have all the ones passed it or as many as they could grab in a mad dash for more, Tango would happily live here, right now, floundering under the weight of such quiet satisfaction and impossible domesticity. It doesn’t even have to be this one specifically, he’d take any of the other dozen like it. This was the kind of mundanity he’d never get bored of, not if it saved them all the rest.
He understood then, with sudden clarity, that the privilege of having had this would always be worth more than the chance of losing it. The following realization hits just as hard; that Jimmy must have known this too—must have known it all along —or he would’ve turned tail and ran before his diaster-formulas had even finished computing. 
“Tango?” 
Tango looked back at Jimmy, standing before him yet again, a concerned look on his face; Tango was not often the one caught lost in thought. 
“Ready to go home?”
Home—he could have said ready to go inside, or simply, ready to go considering they were really only a 50-foot walk from their front door, but he’d chosen to say home. This house, this place they’d built and lived in together that was really so much more than the walls and roof it was made of. Tango would never forget the first time Jimmy had off-handedly called it home a few months ago; he hadn’t gotten used to it since, and he didn’t think he ever would. 
Tango smiled, “ready as I’ll ever be, partner.” His fake country accent wasn’t good, but that was why he did it. 
“That was… bad,” Jimmy said—though he laughed, which Tango considered a success. 
“Howdy partner,” he emphasized the accent more this time, spinning Jimmy around and pushing him towards the door. “Yee-haw! rootin’, tootin’, and shootin’...I don’t know. What else do cowboys say?”
“Tango, oh my gosh, stop.” Jimmy pushed him lightly as they started on the path toward the house, but Tango swiftly recovered, swinging an arm around Jimmy’s shoulder when he came back (which was somewhat of a feat, him being a bit shorter). 
“Oh come on, give me another one. You oughta know, don’t you, mister strong-and-capable ranch hand. Cowboyificate me!”
“Tango, those two are not at the same thing,” Jimmy protested. 
“Okay, now I know you’re lying to me—my accent’s probably not even that bad!”
The concept of time was so far away as to have been forgotten again as they made the short walk to their front door; for all they knew, there was only this, this picture—Tango teasing Jimmy, Jimmy pretending to be upset about it and indulging him anyway. It was always these moments, the random inconsequential ones that made Tango forget about it all in the end. The amount of time they might not have, the possibility of their ending being predisposed, the concept of missing something he hadn’t yet lost. Tango wished whatever time they did have left was exactly like this; filled with endless moments of meaningless nonsense—he wished they could feel such peaceful insignificance forever.
(love is fast asleep on a dirt road with your head on my shoulder or whatever it was the song said idk. read on ao3 here)
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zuble · 10 months
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i’m always a little disappointed in myself whenever i download a song that’s popular on tiktok/the radio. predictable. pedestrian. and yet. it hits.
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smolvexx · 2 years
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It takes two to Tango, right?
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(original outfits by @beenc0)
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jangwonie · 1 year
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fae hiii i hope ur doing well 🧸
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charliesinfern0 · 2 years
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thinkin abt song stuff.... and things....
#anyway nemeses by johnathan coulton is a kismesisitude song literally#idk why nobody has come to that conclusion yet#or maybe they have idk#also thinking abt that post from hemoanarchist saying that blue lips is more of a june song than an equius song bc it is so true#i was listening to it and was like#wow its literally them!!!!#like oh mygod relisten to it it is so them it makes me so sad#also nearly every tmbg song is abt homestuck#ecnalubma is literally abt jack noir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#with some bits of jade and john traveling through the fouth wall and jade giving rose the quills of echidna and her going grimdark#trouble awful devil evil............................... this is me going into citrus mode#i palindrome i is literally caliborn and calliope#answer is just general homestuck stuff but MAN#dont lets start is so dirk but also jade and tavros and davesprite and aradia#air conditioned nightmare by mr. bungle is sooo tavros literally#same man i was before by oingo boingo is LITERALLY john#that bit with the girl singing everything you do is wrong!! is vriska#oh and uh for citrus#tek it is soso rennoa its insane#kix by the real tuesday weld is dave and wyllin playin music together (also what i headcanon daves singing voice to sound like)#i know i said electronic lover by breathe electric was a junedave song BUT it is also a pagedave song <3#lets get this over with by tmbg is like............ so pumpkin epilogue#(these are all mandatory listening btw /j)
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veeeffvee · 2 years
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Is there a daycore version where the instrumental is the same but the vocals are pitched down?
I thought Daycore was the exact opposite of Nightcore though?
With everything slowed down and lower in pitch
I don’t think there’s a version of what you’re talking about on Youtube, at least from what I’ve found
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bangers2 · 9 days
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Cafuné - Little Broken Part
From Least Coast / Little Broken Part - Single (2018)
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chadoe-dex · 5 months
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Canary Song
Chapter 2: Back to the Birdcage (word count: 2,999) [ao3 Link]
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Thankfully the rain had slowed down significantly. Despite not having a comm, Jimmy attempted to take the shortest route he could figure out to the Facility. Fifteen minutes past patrol change, he made it back to the second-floor bathroom window he had snuck out from, chosen thanks to its blind spot to the cameras that overlooked the grounds.
The Facility wasn’t anything too impressive. It was a large circular building with three floors, sections separated for offices and conference rooms, training areas, the dining hall and kitchen, and most importantly living spaces for all the heroes. On the lot, but in a different building, was the medical ward where the inhumans got their own separate hospital facilities.
The bathroom he entered from was semi-public, open to any heroes on the floor to gather their gear or train. The window was tucked away from view on the back wall behind the stalls, where a janitor bucket and emergency hose faucet were.
He tore off his borrowed gear, taking a bag he hid inside the bucket and pulling out his regular gloves and shoes. Thankfully he had prepared a little bit and brought a change of socks. The rest of him was still sopping wet but at least his socks weren’t squishy in his shoes. Now all he needed to do was find a way to sneak all the way to the third floor where his room was and hope nobody saw him along the way. Easy peasy. Focused on trying to at least get rid of some of the water, Jimmy took off his hoodie and wrung it out, ignoring the fabric burns it gave him. His jeans were a lost cause, so he let them be and grabbed handfuls of paper towels to finish drying off his hair.
He opened the bathroom door slowly, peeking both ways. He was lucky, it looked like the floor was empty. Still watching both ways, he made his way down the hall towards the stairs. There was no way he was going to be caught dead on the elevator like this. He turned the corner to the stairway blindly, watching over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t—
“JIMMY!”
—snuck up on.
Jimmy jumped, spinning around and stumbling back. He’d almost bumped into a fuming Joel, who was decked out in his hero suit— a poet shirt underneath a brown leather armor vest and tucked into brown sweatpants, calf-high boots, and multiple pieces of leather armor protecting any sensitive or vulnerable areas. The bottom half 0f a gas mask for anonymity finished the look. Per his preference, his suit also consisted of a green sash tied around his waist as an impromptu belt that matched a chunk of his hair dyed the same color.
Jimmy grinned nervously at him. “Joel!”
“Shut up, where’s my comm?” Joel pushed a finger into Jimmy’s chest, clearly upset.
“I don’t— how d’you even know if I got it?”
“Because it’s gone and you look like you’ve gone somewhere with it.”
“Jimmy, just give him the damn thing,” a third voice chimed in. He turned to see Scott, who was also dressed in his hero outfit. It was more dramatic than Joel's, having a tight black top and light blue joggers, a loose colorful jacket, and a masquerade bird mask to match. Like Joel and every other superhero, his suit came with additional armor that matched. “We’re already late because Joel went to every door on the third and second floor looking for you. Even though I told him you snuck out again” Scott added that last bit under his breath.
“Yeah, because I can leave without my comm.”
“You could have borrowed one. Like Jimmy did.” Scott gestured to him with a fake smile.
Jimmy rolled his eyes as Joel spun back on him, still fuming. He pulled the comm out of his pocket and said as he handed it to him, “I didn’t know I grabbed yours until I left, okay? It’s not my fault you and Lizzie share comm chargers.” As adorable as Joel and Lizzie were, it was annoying how they did things like that.
Joel laughed. “Nice try, but Lizzie just got off patrol there’s no way hers would’ve been charging.”
“Let’s just go,” Scott pushed past Jimmy and grabbed Joel’s upper arm, dragging him towards the staircase.
“Scott the elevator is the other way.”
“It’s only one storey, we’re falling through the middle!” he responded over his shoulder, Joel protesting the whole way. Jimmy remembered too late that the comm was dead.
Oh well.
In any case, two overbearing sibling figures friends were dealt with. Now all he had to do was sneak up to his room. If he’s quick he could change before Lizzie and Grian get back.
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He made it to the top of the stairs. Then he was ambushed by Pearl, who evidently just woke up.
“You,” she squinted her eyes at him as soon as she registered it was him. Jimmy froze, caught. “You snuck out behind my back!”
“Uh, that’s sorta in the description of ‘sneaking out’ Pearl,” Jimmy grabbed her by the shoulder and led her down the hall towards his room. “Which, by the way, let’s not announce that where everyone could hear.”
Pearl just grumbled. “Lizzie told me to make sure you stayed in tonight. I can’t believe you tricked me into falling asleep.” It wasn’t hard, really. Those Attenborough documentaries were really easy to fall asleep to, especially if you were Pearl who used them to fall asleep ever since she first got her powers. Jimmy isn’t sure why specifically nature documentaries, but it was the one weakness he knew he could use so he wasn’t complaining.
“To be fair, I don’t know why you agreed to watch Our Planet.” They reached his room, where said nature documentary was still playing on the TV with Pearl’s blanket abandoned on one of the two bean bag chairs in front of it. She changed the channel to some cartoon and dropped down on the chair, still pouting at him grumpily. He walked across the room to his dresser, digging for some pj’s and fuzzy socks.
His room, like every other one, wasn’t very big. It was roughly the size of a college dorm room, with a dresser against the right wall and a small TV he convinced Lizzie to let him have mounted on the wall above a small bookcase. His bed wasn’t actually a bed, his balcony bench just being carved out to fit cushioning and creating what Grian called a ‘makeshift nest’.
The whole nest thing wasn't too weird to him, although the origin of it sort of was in his opinion. There was a period of time where Grian went through a weird ‘wing-brothers’ phase that he preferred to accuse Jimmy of, and remodeling Jimmy’s bed came out of that. Jimmy didn’t mind too much since they are the only two avian inhumans and Grian had been alone with that for longer than him. The bed itself wasn't too terrible to sleep in, but it was fitted more for his younger and shorter self, so if his legs were feeling too cramped on a particular day he had a hammock-like-canopy hanging over the top of his room as a backup.
Pulling a pair of flannel pants and a tank top out of his drawer, Jimmy whined, “Besides, I can't believe Lizzie sent you to babysit me. I wouldn't have left if she trusted me to stay.”
He didn't have to look to know she rolled her eyes. “Oh please, Jimmy, you've been antsy for days. You sneak out once, you do it again, it's like an addiction. This is your, what, third time?”
“That should be like a record, actually.” Jimmy mused. “In twelve years I've only ever snuck out 'round three times.” He made his way to the bathroom door.
“Don't sneak out that window!” Pearl called as he closed the door.
In all honesty, Pearl was a blessing. Of the thirteen inhuman members of the Heroes Commission, he and Pearl were the only two with older siblings. It was the one thing they always bonded over, and by extension was the one thing that made Lizzie and Grian such good friends. As a fellow younger sibling, Pearl usually sided with Jimmy. They're practically siblings themselves, or at least cousin-like, with how close they've gotten over their years at the facility.
Jimmy left the bathroom to see Pearl laughing at something happening on the TV. He was about to join her when there was a knock on his door.
Pearl lowered the TV volume. “Uh, oh, they're back already.”
“Are we telling them I snuck past you or let her not worry?”
Pearl frowned. “Let her bring it up first.”
Jimmy opened the door, greeting Lizzie with a grin. “You didn't die!”
Lizzie smiled and pushed past him, a tired-looking Grian following after. “It wasn't a rough night, people were pretty tame.”
The people were pretty tame, she says. Where were you when I was getting held at knifepoint, Jimmy thought bitterly.
Both were freshly changed and most likely showered, in pajamas and matching cat slippers Pearl and Jimmy had managed to get them on their birthdays.
Grian, half asleep, invaded Pearl's bean bag and used his wings as a makeshift blanket. “Hey—Grian scooch over!”
“Just five minutes,” Grian grumbled.
“There's another bean!”
“How was your impromptu sleepover?” Lizzie asked, taking Jimmy's bed for herself. Jimmy sat in the second bean bag, turning it to face her more.
“It was not impromptu, you sent her to watch over me!”
Lizzie raised an eyebrow. “Only because I knew it was going to rain late. You didn't leave anyway, right? It'd be terrible if you got a cold again.”
Oh. That reasoning made more sense. Jimmy held back a wince, it was… unpleasant when he got colds. Mostly thanks to the unpredictability of his powers being heightened when he was sick and weak, once even destroying his gloves every time he sneezed.
“Well, Pearl did babysit me. Against my will.” Jimmy turned back to the TV, not wanting to talk further. He felt a nudge from behind.
“Jimmy. Jim, you do realize I saw Joel and Scott on their way out?”
Shoot. Act casual.
“Really? I saw them right before they left, they were running late for some reason.”
“What was the reason, Jimmy?”
“Dunno. Didn't say.” He heard her sigh, then get up, and felt the beanbag dip from her sitting next to him. “I should invest in more beanbags.” He commented.
“Jim.” Her tone was soft, tethering the line of pity and sympathy.
“I just borrowed it,” Jimmy caved weakly. “I got bored.”
“I know. Did you take anything else?”
“Borrowed,” he insisted. “...And yes.”
“Are you going to return them anytime soon? Actually, we can go right now.”
Jimmy frowned. “I don’t need you to go with me. I’ll put them back tomorrow.”
Lizzie stood, stretching her arms above her head. “Too bad, we’re going now. Pearl, you and Grian staying in here?”
Pearl popped her head out of the little cave Grian created. “I’m going to my bed, it’s late. Dunno bout him he’s on his own.” Lizzie nodded, then looked down at Jimmy. She kicked his legs.
“I’m going.”
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They used the elevator. The lockers were only on the second floor, so really there was no reason to, but Lizzie had just spent her whole evening walking, running, etc so Jimmy didn’t say anything about it.
“Did you get back before the rain started?” Lizzie asked after a few moments of silence. Jimmy shook his head. At this point, there was no reason to lie to her. If anything he owed her the truth for accusing her of only sending Pearl because she didn’t trust him to follow the rules. Seeing his expression, she elbowed him. “Don’t look so glum, I’m not mad ju—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Jimmy mumbled miserably. Lizzie just giggled.
“Where’d you go today? I’m more curious about that anyway.”
Jimmy recounted his adventure in the city as the elevator doors opened and they made their way around the floor to where the locker rooms were. Just a visit to the park, walking on the roofs of a shopping outlet, then rushing home when he realized the rain was starting. He hesitated as he got to the most interesting part of his night.
Noticing his hesitation, Lizzie asked, “Did anything else happen?”
Jimmy cleared his throat. “No, that was pretty much it. I almost got lost on my way back ‘cause of the rain but,” he shrugged. “I think I avoided being seen by people.”
Lizzie laughed at this. “Jim, you’re lucky no one saw you, especially with those wings. I bet the only winged person they’ve ever seen is Xelqua, hero of the skies.” She said the last part in a deeper voice, mocking Grian’s dramatic hero name. Jimmy laughed along with her.
“What do you think my name could be when I become a hero?” Lizzie’s grin weakened, and their upbeat mood dropped. Despite already knowing what the question would bring up and the answer to it he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
“Well, that’s a bit hard to predict,” Lizzie started carefully. Walking on eggshells like she did every time the conversation turned up.
“Liz, I’m eighteen already—”
“I know you are. You’re three years overdue.” She looked away, tapping her fingers on her arms anxiously. “But your power is too unstable, you know this.”
“Well, I can’t just stay locked up here forever.” She exhaled deeply, closing her eyes.
“If anything happens, the Commission goes down in flames and it’s over for us. People still aren’t used to the idea of superpowers. Releasing a— a maybe or maybe not fatal power can completely ruin whatever dreams for a better future there are for people like us.” Jimmy collapsed against the lockers, sitting with his arms crossed over his knees and his chin rested on top. It was a speech he’s heard a million different times before from everyone he’s ever asked about officially debuting as a hero.
“My power is more than ‘destructive’.”
“I know that.”
“And the gloves help!”
“That’s why I let you get away with leaving every once in a while. But I can’t protect you forever, a lot of the others already know you’ve snuck out. If the Commission chairs find out it’s over.” Jimmy glanced up as she walked across the room to him, crouching down and placing a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
Fighting back tears, Jimmy buried his head into his arms. “I’m tired of being trapped here. I just want to go out, even if it’s just a few hours. To see what living is like.”
Lizzie grabbed his arms and pulled him into a hug. He knew it wasn’t her fault, for years she tried her best to help him and try to convince the Commission to let Jimmy have more freedom. It was the Commission who shut her down at almost every turn, saying they sympathized with Jimmy’s situation but their hands were tied. It made Jimmy want to scream, he couldn’t imagine how she felt, seeing her younger brother trapped in a birdcage and powerless to do anything about it.
She held him while he cried for a while— which made him feel guilty since she must’ve felt exhausted after patrol. Since there were so few heroes, the schedule was stretched out between three pairs of heroes a day. The city wasn’t gigantic but it was still moderately sized, meaning there was a lot of ground for two heroes to cover over the course of eight hours. They weren’t entirely alone, having any emergency services and the newly implemented Protectors able to take calls or assist them when needed, but it still wasn’t easy.
The system was too new. In other places, inhumans started popping up slowly but steadily over time, some cities gaining vigilantes and villains overnight while others took the authoritarian route and locked them away until they could find out what to do with them.
Traphic city had been undergoing its own fundamental changes years before inhumans started showing up. By the time the first inhuman showed himself in Traphic, the city council had enacted plans to repurpose an abandoned police department to prepare for whatever wave of inhumans would come. The preparation helped kick-start negotiations between the first inhuman and the city to find a system that could possibly work out until people actually knew how to deal with inhumans. The idea behind the hero program was to get regular people more used to inhumans and ease away any mistrust or bias against powered people. By having Heroes, the humans had a positive view of inhumans.
Unfortunately , nobody planned for someone with a destruction-based power to come along only three years after the hero program was proposed, but Jimmy’s life is full of misfortune so maybe it’s just his curse.
They sat there in the locker room of the heroes until Jimmy willed his eyes to dry and Lizzie gently helped him to his feet. They made their way to his room, where she hugged him one last time and wished him goodnight before leaving for her own. Grian and Pearl had left already, leaving the TV off and the controller on his bed. He stood on the ledge of it, and climbed shakily into his canopy only reaching down to pull his blanket up with him.
Sleep didn't come easy to him at first. His mind had moved between Lizzie and the Commission to Tango, the stranger he met by some chance.
As he fell asleep, he considered taking the offer extended to him. The only problem he faced was how on earth he would find Tango again.
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felikatze · 1 year
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i need to make a comparison of episode 36 and 95 SO BAD but i DO NOT HAVE THE TIME ARGH
reading the new free ep was a MISTAKE obessing over melancholic media when nier music is still seared into my brain is a special type of hell
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astarlightmonbebe · 1 year
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‘hi, anxiety’ by dollar signs gets it don’t they
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