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cannibalisam · 1 year
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dark side of the moon is probably the Most Telling episode because it is 100% about sam and dean's relationship preseries (and how all that fits into the Divorce Arc we're going through at that time in the series.) ... like i already said before that dean's speech to sam in the first episode of s5 about how he can't trust him anymore was how a Woman Who Got Cheated On acts. but the throwing away of the samulet in this episode... because dean remembered (and found out) some of sam's earlier "transgressions", when he throws it away, it acts as the throwing away of a Wedding Ring. because of how much emphasis is placed on this necklace and because he threw it away IN FRONT OF SAM specifically to HURT SAM. not to mention the fact that (in later seasons) it is LITERALLY used as a "symbol to remind [dean] how [he] feels about [his] brother" i just think it's pretty obvious. so like... the fact that he throws away his wedding ring (teehee) after EVERYTHING they went through with ruby and the seals and lilith and lucifer and EVERYTHING... is because sam's heaven didn't include dean. or included him peripherally on the worst days/NIGHT of his life (the night sam went away) ... to dean that's like being "cheated on" (irt ruby) all over again. AND THAT'S WHY THIS SHOW IS INSANE. BECAUSE IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE IN ANY OTHER NARRATIVE.
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svtskneecaps · 1 year
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btw we're dancing ever closer to a large milestone so. congrats. this is terrifying. where did you people come from. how are you still here.
#are the blogs still active#hey. hey. i'm poking you with a stick. do something.#not kpop#shut up vic#anyway i was kicking around an idea where i do like. '1k for 1k' where i post 1k of assorted drafts that died in my google drive#i'd leave it up to audience prompting but ngl i'd never get any lmfao so. it would be mostly my discretion with optional participation#it won't be for a while yet unless i can actually finish a piece for seventeen in the next six months (unlikely)#but i've been thinking about it#somehow people keep managing to find this blog which. how???#i haven't posted in a seventeen tag (purposefully) in almost a year#sorry if this is showing up in the tag btw i didn't mean to but i didn't think about it until right now and i can't edit tags rip#anyway idk where you people are coming from but you're welcome here#maybe one day i'll post writing again#i just got so averse to posting unfinished projects bc then they just. haunt me. especially if i end up needing to go back and edit#wit of the staircase and all that. i hit my stride in the second act and have to go back to fix the first#but you can't edit what's already been posted easily so. no wips leave my google drive.#plus they're mostly horridly self-serving and i'm the one being served so idk if anyone else could enjoy them#my current wip is a stress fic that developed a plot and i'm going to have to edit down the wish fulfillment if i ever post it#but that requires replacing multiple conversations and that's A Lot#anyway tag ramble over i just. think about things. wanted to check in lads.#if you're reading this i appreciate you also how the fuck did you find me#please tell me i'm genuinely so curious anon should be on no one will ever know please tell me please
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I think we should talk to kids more abt common but scary experiences so they aren't scared when it first happens to them
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darkrunsout · 1 year
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Why is it that every time I'm looking forward to a new season of a show (which rarely happens in the first place these days), they manage to completely fuck it up in a way that I don't even want to watch the new season anymore?
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Sorry if I’m a bother, if that’s the case feel free to skip over this one.
I freaking loved it! I’m now inspired to draw Sam with the overlords now! If it’s not too much trouble could I ask for Zestial, Charlie and the rest of the hotel’s reactions to Sam?
(Ooo!😳 what if for Angel’s it’s Valentino who tries to hurt him?! That could get messy!)
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A/n: Nah dude you're fine! Though I don't write for Zestial (not that that's your fault I keep forgetting to put that in the rules.)
Warnings (?): nothing major happens but Val's here so warning for abuse. Also, Alastor is hurt in Husk's part and Val is hurt in Angel's part, it's nothing graphic but if you don't want to read about that skip those parts.
!!!not proofread!!!
Charlie: Just as cuddly as you! Gladly accepts any candy from you. She ends up getting candy from the hotel for you. Let's you tag along if it's safe (or at least what she assumes you can handle.) Despite being the princess of Hell it's a known fact that she's a pushover and usually refuses to use her powers. So it's not that much of a surprise when someone attacks her. What is a surprise is how you react. I'm going to be honest, she is at least a little scared of you now. Though she's pretty sure you'd only attack people when they hurt your friends. We’re about 80% sure they're harmless.
Vaggie: She ain't too keen on cuddles, but isn't totally against it. She's not great with kids when they're just chilling so she doesn't know what to do. Also, she isn't one for sweets but appreciates the gesture. You remind her of Charlie in a weird way (but like platonic obviously.) Vaggie got some crayons for today's bonding activity when some random sinner attacked Vaggie. Before Vaggie could defend herself the sinner was ripped off of her. She just stared dumbfounded as you took care of the sinner. Well, there goes her thinking you're like Charlie. I mean sure you seemed sweet when somebody attacked a person you liked. You became terrifying and did anything to defend them- wait never mind you're more like Charlie now.
Angel Dust: Kinda creeped out by you before you do anything tbh. You follow him around nearly everywhere and keep offering him candy, despite barely knowing each other. But he understands you're a kid and may have a hard time showing you care, but he sets a ground rule: NEVER follow him to work. It's not a place for kids to be, and you followed that! Valentino just couldn't keep his hands off Angel even out of the studio. You too were just at a park, it was night so no one was really around. Until Valentino spotted Angel, you didn't hear any of the words that were said between them. But you did see Valentino hit Angel and that was the end of that. Seeing you almost kill Valentino was horrifying but also very cathartic. After the initial shock wears off you get about 20 bags of candy and however much cuddle time you want.
Husk: He's pretty blunt about finding you off-putting. But you don't seem to care and still follow him around like a lost puppy. The fact that him insulting you didn't sour your opinion of him even a little bit concerns him. So he starts to look after you. Not because he cares about you! Just because it'd be messed up to let a kid get manipulated no matter who they are. He totally cares about you. He gives chocolate milk or any sweet drink you like at the bar. One day Husk decided to stand up to Alastor which seemed to be a huge mistake on Husk's part. It would have been if it wasn't for you walking in on the scene. The threats were made good on. Just towards Alastor instead of him doing them. Husk is a little shaken up but hey he's probably free now. Gets you any candy you want and shows you a shit ton of card tricks.
Niffty: Tbh I don't have much to say about her. She finds you interesting but doesn't give you much thought. Though eventually when you protect her she returns your affection. Because you are scary and small which are both things she is.
Sir Pentious: (this is while he's in hell btw) Not great with kids. Like I don't think the egg bois are kids but even if they are the only experience he has with kids is his minions. But he does try! He does care for kids. He'll get you candy and cuddle if you want. He used to try to take over territories a lot. He always failed but he still made a lot of enemies that way. So when one of them finds him and tries to hurt him while you're around? I mean if he still wants that territory he can definitely take it now. To be honest I think he'd find you cool, even if you're more than a little scary.
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kaylaz-world-00 · 5 months
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Anon: Hi! I looked up and saw that you're writing for Bullfrog from Captain Laserhawk! Can I request an enemies to lovers oneshot with bullfrog, Like the reader is working with the government of Eden so they're against them. And they are fighting in a roof and in a moment they stare in each other's eyes before the reader jumps away flustered. Can you keep it as Gender-natural/female? Sorry if it's confusing (English is not my first language-), you can ignore this if you want :)
A/N: Aww, an enemies to lovers one-shot? Cool. But it's a really big deal to write because of the concept and build up so... I dunno if I can work with this scenerio in one go lol. I'll try to work it out for you :)
This also might not be what you asked for. But I like it 0w0. Hope you will too!
Bullfrog x h!reader
Warnings: lots of blood, violence, etc.
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Do you know what it means to come face to face with death? Or how dangerous is a moment of distraction?
The dead bodies of their friends lay along the corridor. There was no one around, just you and him. It was as if time had stopped for the two of you. You were alert, you were tense. Your gun was pointed right at him. You were both waiting for the other one's move. Yes... but why aren't you moving yet? You can shoot straight his head. Easy kill... But you saw what he was capable of with your own eyes. He can literally doge bullets. But he looks a bit tired with how heavily he brraths... Maybe you have a chance to get him this time. But... why hasn't he moved yet? Maybe he was waiting for the same reason as you. Which you don't know what.
Your eyes were on his honey colored ones, what was surprising was that there was no hatred or aggression. He was just doing his job, like you. But you could sense the hatred towards Eden underneath his hidden emotions and expressions, like burning flames of fire.
Just for a second, just a second, you were distracted by the voices of other soldiers behind you. This shouldn't happened. But you did, when you turned your eyes back to him again, you were face to face, your eyes widen. He was so close you could see his blade glisten in the light, you could feel his heavhy breathing, mere seconds before you are sliced under his blades like nothing just like them. Oh, no, you are not going to die today. You refuse. Especially against him. You acted in an unexpected manner maybe instincs or maybe just hate and held your hand up so the knife could stab your hand instead of your head. You both lost your balance and fell to the ground. Unfortunatally you lost the grip of your gun, it scattered away.
You grunt, gritting your teeth, stubborn to not show any weakness. His knife forced even deeper in your palm. He was on top of you, gaving him the upper hand, but not today you refused to die. He tried to apply more pressure and force the knife in your throat, but you didn't let him and force back. You didn't even want to talk about how much it hurted. How much it damaged your ego. He only pressure one hand to cause you to fall? Only in one move? While you were trying to push him with both hands? You can't let this happen. You didn't care about the blood flowing from your hand to your chest. Neither of you took your eyes off each other even for a second. Yours full of venom. And his... had something you can't quite put your finger on. You didn't cared at the moment anyway.
He raised the knife in his other hand and tried to stab you once again head again. Is all the assassins this stubborn to kill? You blocked it with your other hand, you held it in a scream. Blood was flowing from both of your hands and to the ground, his bloody knives almost pressing on your skin. You were pushing him with all the energy you could muster, but you were losing. In that moment his knifes pressed dangeriously close to your skin, hou saw something in his eyes, it flashed only for a second. Sadness? Sympathy? Regret? You didn't know, but it left as quickly as it came.
But something happend you were quite confuse about... he stopped trying to force his blades in. But he didn't stop using pressure to let you escape. "You are a good opponent, madame. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi. But I need to do my job."
With his words your face hardened. You spatted out, hatred boiling inside you, "I'll drag you to deepest pits of hell with me."
He seemed caught of guard but not too surprised with what you said. He couldn't help but slip a sad smile. But before he could do anything else, his attention forcefully pulled at your fellow soldiers that came crashing in and opened fire. His expression changed to something you can finally understand. Something serious, with a bit of an annoyance and exhustion. You can still see his sharp and focused eyes staring dagres at your probably soon gonna be corpe friends.
You tried to not scream in pain as he pulled his knives off of your hands. By the way, they almost shot you in their fire, what a friend! In your pain you quickly rolled and escaped, while he was already on his way, looking like a fierce sharp bullet on his own as he dodged and sliced their fires. He was like a killing machine. He was the type you hated the most. The type that knows what they are doing but don't even have a clue. Eden teached you everything you need to know. Show you things only they can. Helped you while you had no one else to do so. And you are not gonna let a frog get in your way for your progress. If you were good enough you could be on the top, finally living your life, your dreams with working with Eden's best soldiers. You are not gonna give up your loyalty, and you are most definetly not gonna give up your dream of helping to change this fucked up world.
You picked up a gun from a dead soldiar and rushed away. Even though you were injuried you will do your job. So, you hide and waited calmly. Your breathing not stable, you lost a lot of blood and your hands were shaking but when you saw him again you are not gonna hessitate to shoot him this time.
And when you did finally saw him he was covered in blood and had a pained face holding his side. He was hardly walking. Perfect. He was about to exist the building from the window but you stopped him. "Halt and raise your hands." You growled. He glance back at you, he seemed to be in no mood, and shook his head, "Leave me alone, madame. I'm not going to fight you. You're injured." What a fucker.
"Too bad. So you are! And I'm not joking."
He observed your shaking hands and unfocused eyes, you were so slightly panthing, "You need intense care and rest. Go back inside." He made a move to turn around but you shot next to the wall near him.
"Maybe, but I will not abonden my job to help a terrorist escape."
His expression soured, "Oui. Of course." He sighed his grip slowly loosning from his side.
You glared and blinked your vision a bit bluring, "Do not make any sudden moves." You breathed deeply. "I am serious I fucking-" Your sentence caught in your throat when your gun went flying off of your hands, before you can even act you find yourself went flying back to the wall, you grunted when your body harshly made contact with it as you hang on it. You glanced up with a hazzy vision seeing a blade grabing you by your clothing, pinning you to the wall.
You huffed in anger and glared at him. He stood panthing, "I'm not fighting with you." And like that he jumped out of the window.
Of course he insist on that. He is injured.
You didn't had any energy in you to free yourself from it as you were left growling in anger, "I hate that frog."
You want to be the one to kill him with your own bare hands.
And you finally got the chance after all that time of waiting your hands to be healed because of that asshole. You gained both in your palm a huge scar because of him. But that just made you pushed your hardest, to even more far past to your limits. Everytime you look down at your hands just made your anger boil harder inside your veins. You never stopped working out even with your arms still hurting, still haven't healed, still flesh. It made the process of them healing harder with every punch you did with them deawing blood everytime. But it was worth it in the end. You know it.
You saw it in his eyes, you knew that you finally win when you pin him to the ground on one of the roofs, that when you kill him you are gonna leave his body to rot and his corpe will be here to be quickly forgotten. But would this actually count as winning? When he gave up and just layed down like that? Staring up at you with nothing but... something you couldn't quite tell. His blood on the cold concrete slowly growing. He is not doing anything, his breath slowly slowing down. And you are not doing anything, only staring down at him, pinning him, a blade in hand, ready to finish.
You wanted to word all your thoughts, pour down all your anger on him, kill him with one move like he did to your friends without any mercy. But you didn't, you couldn't... not after what he told you, all that things about Eden. Not after what he SHOWED you with one of his bubbles.
Why is he showing you mercy now?! How could he even ask you to come to his side?! You were angry, mad... but maybe it wasn't all towards him... You growled and screamed as you sliced your blade in.
Your tears slowly landing on his cold face. You clenched your eyes shut as you slowly let him go.
You shook your head, "All the things I've been told, shown, my believes and hopes.... were just lies." You wiped your tears away.
You reached your hand when his eyes landed to you before giving a good glance at the blade next to his head, forced right through the concrade with good strength.
He took your hand in his and you helped him up. What are you even doing? You don't know anymore. The only thing you were sure of... that you fucking want to kill them all.
"I am not going to say sorry for jumping on you like that, you should have known better before trying to reason with me without fighting back." What he showed you in the end was the final thing for your belifes to crash like a mirror infront of you and scattered away in the breeze like nothing.
He breathlessly laughed clutching his shoulder, "I know but I didn't regret it. And I am happy I didn't."
"Think this as a get back for my hands." You scoffed.
He hissed, "Oui...." his face pained and it wasn't because of his wounds.
You quickly get back to the topic in hand, remembering what he asked you, "I will help. But not to you. I am doing this... for myself. I am not gonna let them ruin this world even more." You glanced at the dark sky.
Bullfrog closed his eyes at that and hummed.
He said something that caught you surpise, "Then will you work with me to save people? Even if it means the people you are working for, the ones you promised to give your life to accusing you for being a terrorist? You don't nececerly need to help me. Help the people in need." He tilted his head.
You stared at him, "Haven't we already agree? The moment I choose to not kill you? Or maybe it was you." You chuckled dryly, "I have been working all my life with wrong people. I will not made the same mistake again. All the kids that suffered because of them, because of me... I'm ready to give up my life if it means to save the kids this time." He softly smiled at that.
You looked away, "I always wanted to die as a hero." You breath out, "I guess I can't be the 'hero' everytime."
He reached out and grabbed your hand, you didn't react, you didn't push him away, but what he said caused you to cleanch his hand back. "What inside you is so pure, mon ami. You will always be the hero. Don't let your hatered blind you."
You chuckled, "So, I've been told countless times from a frog. Looks just like you too."
You both tiredly laugh at that.
You shook your head in disbeliefe. Just a few hours ago you were hating his guts and now... you actually saw who he actually was. And you find it nice. You finally found something in life to be worth to fight for.
"Will you be able to walk back?"
He smirked up at you, "What? I thought you said you didn't care?"
"Forget what I said. I am just returning your kindness. Let me help you. I did this after all."
His eyes softened and his hand loosely gripped your hand back, "I appreciate the help." At that second you find yourself finally understanding what his eyes meant. The countless times he looked at you just the same. Fondness. You don't even remember anyone ever looked at you that way. Your eyes softened for the first time.
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kaylas-world-0 · 5 months
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Hi! I looked up and saw that you're writing for Bullfrog from Captain Laserhawk! Can I request an enemies to lovers oneshot with bullfrog, Like the reader is working with the government of Eden so they're against them. And they are fighting in a roof and in a moment they stare in each other's eyes before the reader jumps away flustered. Can you keep it as Gender-natural/female? Sorry if it's confusing (English is not my first language-), you can ignore this if you want :)
A/N: Aww, an enemies to lovers one-shot? Cool. But it's a really big deal to write because of the concept and build up so... I dunno if I can work with this scenerio in one go lol. I'll try to work it out for you :)
This also might not be what you asked for. But I like it 0w0. Hope you will too!
Bullfrog x h!reader
Warnings: lots of blood, violence, etc.
Masterlist
Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64
Btw does anyone want to be in the tag list?
Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~
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The dead bodies of their friends lay along the corridor. There was no one around, just you and him. It was as if time had stopped for the two of you. You were alert, you were tense. Your gun was pointed right at him. You were both waiting for the other one's move. Yes... but why aren't you moving yet? You can shoot straight his head. Easy kill... But you saw what he was capable of with your own eyes. He can literally doge bullets. But he looks a bit tired with how heavily he brraths... Maybe you have a chance to get him this time. But... why hasn't he moved yet? Maybe he was waiting for the same reason as you. Which you don't know what.
Do you know what it means to come face to face with death? Or how dangerous is a moment of distraction?
Your eyes were on his honey colored ones, what was surprising was that there was no hatred or aggression. He was just doing his job, like you. But you could sense the hatred towards Eden underneath his hidden emotions and expressions, like burning flames of fire.
Just for a second, just a second, you were distracted by the voices of other soldiers behind you. This shouldn't happened. But you did, when you turned your eyes back to him again, you were face to face, your eyes widen. He was so close you could see his blade glisten in the light, you could feel his heavhy breathing, mere seconds before you are sliced under his blades like nothing just like them. Oh, no, you are not going to die today. You refuse. Especially against him. You acted in an unexpected manner maybe instincs or maybe just hate and held your hand up so the knife could stab your hand instead of your head. You both lost your balance and fell to the ground. Unfortunatally you lost the grip of your gun, it scattered away.
You grunt, gritting your teeth, stubborn to not show any weakness. His knife forced even deeper in your palm. He was on top of you, gaving him the upper hand, but not today you refused to die. He tried to apply more pressure and force the knife in your throat, but you didn't let him and force back. You didn't even want to talk about how much it hurted. How much it damaged your ego. He only pressure one hand to cause you to fall? Only in one move? While you were trying to push him with both hands? You can't let this happen. You didn't care about the blood flowing from your hand to your chest. Neither of you took your eyes off each other even for a second. Yours full of venom. And his... had something you can't quite put your finger on. You didn't cared at the moment anyway.
He raised the knife in his other hand and tried to stab you once again head again. Is all the assassins this stubborn to kill? You blocked it with your other hand, you held it in a scream. Blood was flowing from both of your hands and to the ground, his bloody knives almost pressing on your skin. You were pushing him with all the energy you could muster, but you were losing. In that moment his knifes pressed dangeriously close to your skin, hou saw something in his eyes, it flashed only for a second. Sadness? Sympathy? Regret? You didn't know, but it left as quickly as it came.
But something happend you were quite confuse about... he stopped trying to force his blades in. But he didn't stop using pressure to let you escape. "You are a good opponent, madame. S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi. But I need to do my job."
With his words your face hardened. You spatted out, hatred boiling inside you, "I'll drag you to deepest pits of hell with me."
He seemed caught of guard but not too surprised with what you said. He couldn't help but slip a sad smile. But before he could do anything else, his attention forcefully pulled at your fellow soldiers that came crashing in and opened fire. His expression changed to something you can finally understand. Something serious, with a bit of an annoyance and exhustion. You can still see his sharp and focused eyes staring dagres at your probably soon gonna be corpe friends.
You tried to not scream in pain as he pulled his knives off of your hands. By the way, they almost shot you in their fire, what a friend! In your pain you quickly rolled and escaped, while he was already on his way, looking like a fierce sharp bullet on his own as he dodged and sliced their fires. He was like a killing machine. He was the type you hated the most. The type that knows what they are doing but don't even have a clue. Eden teached you everything you need to know. Show you things only they can. Helped you while you had no one else to do so. And you are not gonna let a frog get in your way for your progress. If you were good enough you could be on the top, finally living your life, your dreams with working with Eden's best soldiers. You are not gonna give up your loyalty, and you are most definetly not gonna give up your dream of helping to change this fucked up world.
You picked up a gun from a dead soldiar and rushed away. Even though you were injuried you will do your job. So, you hide and waited calmly. Your breathing not stable, you lost a lot of blood and your hands were shaking but when you saw him again you are not gonna hessitate to shoot him this time.
And when you did finally saw him he was covered in blood and had a pained face holding his side. He was hardly walking. Perfect. He was about to exist the building from the window but you stopped him. "Halt and raise your hands." You growled. He glance back at you, he seemed to be in no mood, and shook his head, "Leave me alone, madame. I'm not going to fight you. You're injured." What a fucker.
"Too bad. So you are! And I'm not joking."
He observed your shaking hands and unfocused eyes, you were so slightly panthing, "You need intense care and rest. Go back inside." He made a move to turn around but you shot next to the wall near him.
"Maybe, but I will not abonden my job to help a terrorist escape."
His expression soured, "Oui. Of course." He sighed his grip slowly loosning from his side.
You glared and blinked your vision a bit bluring, "Do not make any sudden moves." You breathed deeply. "I am serious I fucking-" Your sentence caught in your throat when your gun went flying off of your hands, before you can even act you find yourself went flying back to the wall, you grunted when your body harshly made contact with it as you hang on it. You glanced up with a hazzy vision seeing a blade grabing you by your clothing, pinning you to the wall.
You huffed in anger and glared at him. He stood panthing, "I'm not fighting with you." And like that he jumped out of the window.
Of course he insist on that. He is injured.
You didn't had any energy in you to free yourself from it as you were left growling in anger, "I hate that frog."
You want to be the one to kill him with your own bare hands.
And you finally got the chance after all that time of waiting your hands to be healed because of that asshole. You gained both in your palm a huge scar because of him. But that just made you pushed your hardest, to even more far past to your limits. Everytime you look down at your hands just made your anger boil harder inside your veins. You never stopped working out even with your arms still hurting, still haven't healed, still flesh. It made the process of them healing harder with every punch you did with them deawing blood everytime. But it was worth it in the end. You know it.
You saw it in his eyes, you knew that you finally win when you pin him to the ground on one of the roofs, that when you kill him you are gonna leave his body to rot and his corpe will be here to be quickly forgotten. But would this actually count as winning? When he gave up and just layed down like that? Staring up at you with nothing but... something you couldn't quite tell. His blood on the cold concrete slowly growing. He is not doing anything, his breath slowly slowing down. And you are not doing anything, only staring down at him, pinning him, a blade in hand, ready to finish.
You wanted to word all your thoughts, pour down all your anger on him, kill him with one move like he did to your friends without any mercy. But you didn't, you couldn't... not after what he told you, all that things about Eden. Not after what he SHOWED you with one of his bubbles.
Why is he showing you mercy now?! How could he even ask you to come to his side?! You were angry, mad... but maybe it wasn't all towards him... You growled and screamed as you sliced your blade in.
Your tears slowly landing on his cold face. You clenched your eyes shut as you slowly let him go.
You shook your head, "All the things I've been told, shown, my believes and hopes.... were just lies." You wiped your tears away.
You reached your hand when his eyes landed to you before giving a good glance at the blade next to his head, forced right through the concrade with good strength.
He took your hand in his and you helped him up. What are you even doing? You don't know anymore. The only thing you were sure of... that you fucking want to kill them all.
"I am not going to say sorry for jumping on you like that, you should have known better before trying to reason with me without fighting back." What he showed you in the end was the final thing for your belifes to crash like a mirror infront of you and scattered away in the breeze like nothing.
He breathlessly laughed clutching his shoulder, "I know but I didn't regret it. And I am happy I didn't."
"Think this as a get back for my hands." You scoffed.
He hissed, "Oui...." his face pained and it wasn't because of his wounds.
You quickly get back to the topic in hand, remembering what he asked you, "I will help. But not to you. I am doing this... for myself. I am not gonna let them ruin this world even more." You glanced at the dark sky.
Bullfrog closed his eyes at that and hummed.
He said something that caught you surpise, "Then will you work with me to save people? Even if it means the people you are working for, the ones you promised to give your life to accusing you for being a terrorist? You don't nececerly need to help me. Help the people in need." He tilted his head.
You stared at him, "Haven't we already agree? The moment I choose to not kill you? Or maybe it was you." You chuckled dryly, "I have been working all my life with wrong people. I will not made the same mistake again. All the kids that suffered because of them, because of me... I'm ready to give up my life if it means to save the kids this time." He softly smiled at that.
You looked away, "I always wanted to die as a hero." You breath out, "I guess I can't be the 'hero' everytime."
He reached out and grabbed your hand, you didn't react, you didn't push him away, but what he said caused you to cleanch his hand back. "What inside you is so pure, mon ami. You will always be the hero. Don't let your hatered blind you."
You chuckled, "So, I've been told countless times from a frog. Looks just like you too."
You both tiredly laugh at that.
You shook your head in disbeliefe. Just a few hours ago you were hating his guts and now... you actually saw who he actually was. And you find it nice. You finally found something in life to be worth to fight for.
"Will you be able to walk back?"
He smirked up at you, "What? I thought you said you didn't care?"
"Forget what I said. I am just returning your kindness. Let me help you. I did this after all."
His eyes softened and his hand loosely gripped your hand back, "I appreciate the help." At that second you find yourself finally understanding what his eyes meant. The countless times he looked at you just the same. Fondness. You don't even remember anyone ever looked at you that way. Your eyes softened for the first time.
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I saw your tags and I’m now very intrigued like what do you mean yuhan has the SHORTEST TRAGIC BACKSTORY?!?! JUST WHAT IS GOING ON?? like granted I should have known a game about devil cat butlers would have some angst and tragic backstories but god damn 😭😭
there was a miscalculation on my part and yuuhan's is in fact, not the one with the shortest backstory! however that's only because the others have yet to have their backstories be revealed. sorry for the late answer btw, exams have made me pretty tired.
ok so ill briefly explain a bit. this ties in to the requirement to become a devil butler that is, having felt so much despair that one feels like dying. normal people will be swallowed up by the devils they contract with. the despair essentially acts like chains for the devil. so to talk about their pasts in the Briefest Way Possible (lie):
miyaji has beef with lucas on the surface but really it's because he still can't get over the fact that lucas decided to save him from the verge of death instead of someone else he thought was more capable than him while lucas simply chose to save miyaji because he had higher chances of living.
lucas was basically a child prodigy/genius. since young, he's always loved reading books, and even read thick books that even adults struggled to understand. even though he was lonely and had no one to talk to, he still endured it, skipped grades, and became a doctor at the age of 10+. at first he was looked down on for being young, but an older doctor stood up for him. eventually he became the leader of the doctors, but due to his lack of social skills, he struggled to communicate well, which resulted in the doctors hating him. in the end, all the doctors except lucas quit their job. and the group collapsed. (tbf id quit too... imagine being said you didn't work as hard as him and don't have as much brainpower compared to him as well)
ammon has only had his mom since birth and lived with her, selling flowers for a living. ammon would always make sure the flowers would be sold out at the end of the day for his sickly mother, but if he doesn't manage to sell all of them it's heavily implied his mom whips him like he does to himself even now. they were like super poor but ammon still loved his mom because he only had her
berrien has like this super mysterious past but rn it's starting to unravel in chapter 4. he's an orphan and got adopted into a church backed by the grovanas or whatever nobel family to nurture warriors who could fight angels, but surprisingly the church is actually full of love and was ran by someone who fighted angels named Goetia. berrien also met his soon-to-be older brother figure named Beren/Belen. btw all of the kids go by the last name Cliane because goetia wants everyone to become true family.
when berrien was 26 (Beren 29), goetia died from a chronic disease and Beren had to take on goetia's responsibilities. berrien became the one running the church, however shit happened, Beren got demonized, and berrien used his powers to keep Beren alive after forming a contract with his current devil. he's still residing in berrien's basement as of current, but in a coma. berrien still thinks he himself has no rights to be a butler and really does not believe that he's the one keeping the damn thing running
also the church got destroyed like 2400 years ago and yes berrien is 2000+ years old
haures was born into some wack ass family, his dad ran away with some other woman and his mom projected her rage and stuff like that onto haures, and his newborn younger sister Tricia. haures is 10 years older than Tricia. when he was that age, he ran away from home with Tricia (literal baby) because he no longer trusted his mom to take good care of them. after that, when haures was 18, he trained hard to become a soldier under the grovanas nobles so he could afford to let Tricia get treatment for her worsening vision. one heartbreaking scene was when haures showed off his red uniform to Tricia and she said the blue uniform looked good on him... but 5 years later, haures managed to get Tricia's eyes healed!!! surely nothing bad could happen!!!!
sike. haures caught one of the grovanas nobles illegally trafficking humans with some dealer, and arrested him. however that led to the seller getting revenge, and he decided to capture tricia. he stabbed her and threw her into the woods. when haures found her, she only managed to call out to haures before she died after a few breaths. haures was really really really devastated. he sought revenge on the noble, and while the noble didn't die, he was jailed 5 years for harming the noble (not death sentence because he was determined mentally unstable after losing Tricia.). after he got out of jail, he found the noble again and wanted to kill him, but he was reminded of how Tricia admired him for protecting the people and helping those in need, which stopped him. after that, he became a devil butler because of his proficient fighting skills.
lamli was forced to work at a circus by his mom at the age of 10, while starting up with simple duties, he decided to train to become a circus troupe performer so he'd earn more money for his complaining mother. its heavily implied he's abandoned by her and becomes a devil butler because of his nimble body. btw his mom said she never wanted to have lamli right in front of him. jesus.
fennesz was born into a wealthy happy family, and had an older sister. however his war general father lost a war against nobles, and the economy went into shambles. his mom remarried but even though their stepdad was nice, fennesz and his sister ended up strays on the street due to some reasons i forgot of. fennesz would get bullied by kids on the street because of his father's loss in the war, but his sister would always protect him, and they relied on each other for survival. she's very smart, as shown in the story. she also loves history, as she said, it can help people learn from the past. its heavily implied she is dead.
ok flure! flure grew up with his older sister and mother who both did ballet (can one of you have an actual dad for once?), and he also followed in their footsteps. however when he was a child he was bullied for liking stereotypical girly things, like playing with his sister's dolls, doing ballet and having long hair. even though he was laughed at for doing it, he still underwent strict training guided bg his sister and mother. he never found the courage to tell his sister or mom even though his sister could tell something was wrong (heard him crying at night). he still thinks he should be more courageous to this day and thinks he's pathetic. we don't know what happened to his family but they probably died.
i wanted to talk about boschi but i realized idk much about him apart from the fact that he only had his grandmother (who's actually a great caretaker for once!) and he was bullied for being a bookworm/nerd at school and had no friends. though he did actually beat those bullies up later for mocking his grandma when she wanted to take him back home. she didn't want boschi to fight but she said herself she was actually rooting for him when he was fighting LMAOOO love her for that
lono. ok so lono was really poor and had no parents, and he acted as the older brother for the younger kids living on the streets with him. he'd work as someone who'd clean up rubble from battling angels, which was a job that had unstable income since no one knows when angels are gonna appear. they were family basically. lono would rather starve than let his siblings eat less, and his love of cooking originated here because he loved seeing them happy from his cooking. we don't know what happened to them, but they're probably dead
nac was born into a rich family, and has a father, not sure if he has a mother, never mentioned at least. apparently the stein family was great at sales or trading or smth??? they're just some very rich and well-known name. however on his 12th birthday, his butler led him to the forest near the stein mansion, and revealed himself to be someone the stein family harmed. just as he was about to kill lil nac in shock, nac retaliated in defense. and when he realized, he already stabbed the man at his vital point. his dad appears out of nowhere and reveals that he knew this all along, and that the stein family is actually a long line of assassins with sales as their front personas. nac was trained to kill since then, and thought he'd never feel positive emotions again before he became a devil butler. he also has scars all around his body, probably from the assassin work he did.
lato and his non-blood related brother, Aleks I think? were kidnapped by people who wanted to train people to become angel fighters. however unlike berrien, this time it's just pure cruelness and literal torture. they were 8 when this experiment started. not only that, all the children were sold by their caretakers to this place, including lato and aleks' "mother", the head of their orphanage, who they deeply loved and believed in. when lato finally found a way to escape, almost half the children were dead.
and when he told the others, they told lato that they already gave up on escaping, including aleks. from, i suppose, all the suppressed anger and trauma, he burned the experiment facility down, leaving the other kids to die because he hallucinated that they wanted them to be burned so they could be free. after that, lato returned to the orphanage even though he knew the "mother" sold him in the first place. guess what the mother did! that's right she ran back into the orphanage when she saw him, locked the fucking door and told him to get the fuck away from her. and lato burned the orphanage down.
now onto the new butler trio!
teddy is the one with the most details in his backstory so far. when he was young, he Had a twin brother, and teddy was a far cry from who he is now. he was negative and gloomy compared to his brother, who was positive and talented, and people always favored teddy's brother more. but one day, his brother died protecting him from an angel, but since they were so alike people didn't know whether the one that died was teddy or his brother. and after grieving his brother, teddy decided to become him, and used his brother's name to live on as him so people wouldn't be sad, because "teddy" was the one that died. and that led to teddy forming his personality today. teddy is his actual name though, he started using it after he became a knight. he became a knight because he wanted to protect people from angels.
but during an attack by an intelligent angel, namely seraphim, one of the angels that appeared at the end of chapter 1 and also the major antagonist of the story, teddy's entire unit got killed. at the start of chapter 2.5, he recuperated in a hospital, however he kept terrible nightmares (reliving the massacre, and hearing the voices of his comrades asking him why he abandoned them and why he got to survive) and so didn't sleep at all. he eventually snuck out of the hospital to visit their graves, and then started wondering what the point of him still being alive is. he almost threw himself off a cliff before haures and aruji reached him.
hanamaru. ten years before the story, hanamaru was fleeing from something- he walked all the way from the east to the central, and collapsed in a forest. a nun found him and took him back to a church that doubled as an orphanage. however the nun soon fell ill and died, so hanamaru began taking care of the kids in the church after he was saved by her.
but 5 years later, the church was attacked by angels. he was away from the church when the attack happened, and when he came back, all he saw were angels flying away from the ruined church. only 4 kids survived. hanamaru had a breakdown, and kept kneeling and pressing his head against the ground, saying things like "i couldn't protect them", "i swear ill keep them safe next time", implying this is not the first time something like this has happened. he swore vengeance against the angels that day, that he would never forgive them, and himself. so berrien suspects that the 4 kids that survived were the people that kept hanamaru around. who knows what could've happened if they passed as well...
lastly (finally), yuuhan. at the age of 9, he trained to become a soldier of the sardeis family so he could protect his hometown, and made it after 3 years. he quickly rose up in the ranks, being a prodigy. in the main story, he started doubting his loyalty to the family after they attempted an assassination on the devil butlers. and he betrayed the sardeis family and fell into their trap when investigating forbidden records. he got thrown into jail by the head, and the head decided for his punishment, yuuhan's whole village and everyone he knew there will be burned and killed. he could only despair in jail. in the story, after his prison guard left after serving him food, yuuhan started crying. he called out to his father, his mother, everyone from his hometown, apologizing again and again, believing that it's his fault that they died.
after that, the head, fubuki, paid him a visit. fubuki beat yuuhan up, pushed him to the verge of death, but not grave enough injuries to die. yuuhan asked fubuki to kill him, but fubuki refused. he even says he'll force feed yuuhan till the day of his death execution if necessary. however, yuuhan was rescued by the butlers during his execution. (it took place in a forest with tigers. basically the death penalty is getting eaten by tigers) he became a devil butler after that.
holy shit. also im not typing Bastien's since you can read his backstory from the tls available here.
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Finally making a pinned post, hope I do this right
my name is Simon, you can call me that or skibasyndrome or any variation of either that you can think of
25-y/o university student with a passion for literature and languages and everything surrounding that (hmu, I will talk about it for hours)
me and tumblr go way back (like... 2012 way back), but it's only through my very recent discovery of Young Royals (August 2023) that I decided to get back into online fan spaces after a long break (best decision ever btw)
I'm gay and a trans man and this show is so, so healing for my inner baby queer
I mostly just write fics
Feel free to reach out and talk to me about anything and everything, I love talking to people :)
things to note about this blog
I will simp about Omar Rudberg. Sorry, I'm just too gay for whatever it is he is doing 24/7
there's almost always a party in my tags because that's where I go to voice my opinions or just be... emotionally affected by things
hope you like Young Royals, because there's rarely anything else on here these days
personal posts are tagged "simon.out."
should go without saying but fuck right off with any -isms or -phobias
My Young Royals fics (I'm skibasyndrome on ao3)
It seems a place for us to dream (T, 1.8 k)
Or: The things going through Wilhelm's head during that S3 snippet.
You crave the Applause / Yet hate the Attention (E, chaptered, 4/4, 22.3 k)
Or: How Wilhelm realizes that maybe, if you squint a little, he might have a praise kink.
But I'm a vampire smile, you'll meet a sticky end (E, 4.1 k)
Or: Simon's vampire-esque makeup is really doing things to Wilhelm that he didn't expect. A Halloween fic.
In This Together (T, 3.5 k)
Or: Wilhelm tries — and fails — to surprise Simon with hot chocolate. Simon doesn't mind. Contribution to Wilmon Secret Santa 2023.
It's in the water, baby (E, 4.9 k)
Or: A sweet and spicy story sponsored by the infamous Lake Still (TM) s3 promo pic.
Never Letting You Go (E, 5.7 k)
Or: The infamous Hallway Smut (TM) Scene as briefly seen in the S3 trailer and (re)imagined by me. There's light angst, sex, and so many feelings.
Lavender Haze (E, 13.3 k)
Or: Wilhelm spots the most gorgeous man in a nightclub. He's wearing a lavender shirt that makes Wilhelm's head spin and imagination run wild. And a smile that does things to his heart he's not quite sure what to make of yet.
All this shit is new to me (E, chaptered, 2/?, 15 k)
Or: After meeting and hooking up with Simon at a club, Wille needs to figure out what exactly that means for them (or whether there even is a "them" to figure out). A sequel to Lavender Haze.
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twig-tea · 7 months
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BL/QL Ask game : The Ugly, the Bad and the Worst
Thank you for the game, @clara-maybe-ontheroad! And thanks for tagging me @clara-maybe-ontheroad and @lurkingshan! I started out by saying to myself that I'm going to do my best to ignore my urges and just answer the first thing that comes to me rather than treating this like a quiz. And then I went into a fugue and worked on this for >5 hours. WHOOPS.
Original version here for anyone else who wants to play!
Also quick warning, this is asking about the worsts, so TW for mentions of horrific plot points below.
Worst soundtrack / weirdest song choice in a BL
Ohhhhh man, ok so the first thought that came to mind was Never Let Me Go, which mostly had fantastic background music, and that's maybe why when it didn't hit it stood out so badly (sorry to my man Pond, not all BL actors should be singers! And having his OST play over their kiss in Part 7 4/4 was just mean). For the record I love this show (actually maybe it should go in one of the below categories because so many tumblr folks dislike it) but this was rough.
Most cringe-inducing line (cute)
These don't tend to stick with me...there are so many, and I am allergic to sincerity so everything earnest is various levels of cringe to me. So with that in mind, basically everything Gavreel ever said in Gameboys counts.
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Most cringe-inducing line (actually bad)
Anytime someone said "Once I start I won't be able to stop" or some variation.
Most stupid decision made by a character
Jun Ho deciding to die rather than bite Min Hyun in Kissable Lips. Min Hyun was offering. it would have made Jun Ho human. He could have had his friends around to make sure he didn't go too far and kill him. Instead he decides to fade away in his arms like a dick. WHY.
Special mention to NuengDiao going back to his hotel where his murderous uncle is waiting with no plan other than to walk in wearing a suit and a cocky expression in Never Let Me Go.
[@bengiyo and @wen-kexing-apologist are correct about Teh giving up his spot to Oh Aew in I Told Sunset About You as the actual correct answer, btw]
Worst plot line
Every penultimate episode crises resulting in the leads splitting up so that they can reunite in the finale that are not earned and significantly detract from my enjoyment of a series [this list is not comprehensive]: 2Gether, Minato's Laundromat S2, Enchanté, Love Class, Plus & Minus.
The most problematic show you've watched
I've seen literally all of them so this feels like an unfair question lol there are layers of problematic; like, is it even worth considering all of the problems with A Round Trip to Love, or The Shortest Distance is Round, or What the Duck s2? I wrote out summaries for these and then decided no thanks. If anyone wants to know they can DM me.
In terms of series that are problematic but not often considered problematic, I'm calling out Love Area the series. It hits two of my pet peeves: shitty treatment of a poor character by an oblivious rich love interest that directly affects their sources of income, and an ableist subplot. I think it also has an unearned separation in the penultimate episode but honestly I remember thinking they should stay split up so maybe it was earned.
A show people love but you find bad
Vice Versa. Sorry to all who love that show. I wanted to like it; the colouring and cinematography are beautiful and the alternate universe was neat worldbuilding. But the plot makes me so, so angry.
Ditto Cutie Pie the series. I just can't enjoy it.
A show people find bad but you will defend
Honestly there are several, but the one that is most disliked that I will ride hardest for is probably Secret Crush On You (which I argued ended with one of the most healthy relationships in a BL here LMAO). I get why people find this show hard to watch, the cringe is real. But the gender expression! The found family! The "he's a weirdo and that's why I love him" dynamic! The mutual lusting! The body dysphoria! The fact that both start by playing into BL tropes and it's only by throwing those out that they can actually have a meaningful relationship! The way both characters have real growth! And like yes Toh is a fanboy stalker but that is problematized in the show! It gave us the growth from fanboy to faen that Be Mine Superstar didn't. I have a lot of emotions about this show.
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ALSO because I cannot stop, I will forever to my dying breath defend Color Rush. I don't care what you say about dead fish kisses I can't hear you over the incredibly powerful metaphor about the queer experience!
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A show that is just objectively bad but you enjoyed it
Bahahhaha. Um. So many, my friends. OH I'm going to take this chance to shout out the lesser-known webseries Discipline Z: Vampire (Korean, YouTube, 2020). It's ostensibly a sequel to Discipline, but the only thing they share is a single character so you don't need to watch it to understand what's happening in Discipline Z (they are entirely different shows in every way; Discipline is more youth slice of life with a queer story as part of the ensemble). Listen, I'm talking about this show in this category for a reason; it's about a vampire who falls for a street dancer, whose motley crew of hacker friends help rescue the vampire from an evil corporation that wants to experiment on him to understand his immortality. It is BAD.
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But. BUT! I love it. Everyone is so pretty. There is a cute hacker girlie. There is scifi nonsense to explain immortality. There is a good kiss. There are characters willing to sacrifice to do the right thing. I am a simple woman. [Fair warning to my happy ending only pals: this ending is ambiguous at best; there was supposed to be a follow-up epilogue for the couple, but it never got filmed.]
Bonus, En of Love was absolutely trash and it has a very special place in my heart. It's not good (like, at all), but it's great.
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A bad show that you kept watching because you were intrigued/fascinated
Let's go with Physical Therapy the series. At some point I just kept watching like a car wreck to see how bad it could get. Also shout-out to Dinosaur Love, which was...similarly bewildering.
A bad show that you kept watching because you were horny
@lurkingshan already stole my first answer for this, but oh man I stay a Why R U apologist for the Fighter/Tutor chemistry. I actually think somewhere in there is a really interesting show, if the pandemic hadn't made it impossible for them to film the ending that they wanted to, but based on the Korean version and the parts that we were told had to be cut, maybe it would have actually made it worse. But just to get on my soapbox for half a sec, Tutor was in debt, working himself to exhaustion, and Fighter (after he got over himself) protected him at his one job, joined him to help him meet his sales targets at another, hired him for a third, paid off his debt collector to take the pressure off, and then took him on vacation to help him relax--twice. I have issues with depictions of poverty in BL but at least my man secured the bag while also pursuing love or whatever. Also he whispers "get inside me" while they're making out, sorry, Tutor will forever be a fave of mine.
Since that's taken, I'm going to use this as an excuse to shout out the hotness of My Day the Series. It was predominantly not great but the heat moments....
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A bad show that you kept watching because of that one character
I'm giving this to Noey Watplu from I Will Knock You. I was obsessed with him. I want his confidence so badly. I love how he's essentially a dork in cosplay but gets away with it because of his rizz. Truly iconic. This man decided he was being seduced and said "bet". I really enjoyed this show because of him and him alone.
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A bad show that you would still recommend
I'm going to put Ghost Host Ghost House here. It's "bad" in the sense that it had low production values (like, really bad, so bad the time of day changes at random because they lost the light while filming). But the romance was cute, the story around the romance was interesting, the worldbuilding around the merit credits was fascinating, the side mystery was so heartbreaking, the various characters actually had a lot of difficult emotions to portray, and overall I think this show is underrated.
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I also already have and will again recommend YYY as a fun and fascinating watch to anyone who asks about it, @waitmyturtles is correct on that call.
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The character that ruined a show the most
There are several annoying sides in BL, but I'm giving this to the side hets in My Oxygen. A fujoshi who records people without their consent for online clout is bad. A doctor using his role as a doctor to get closer to his patient is really bad. Pretending to be interested in his friend because the girl he likes is a fujoshi is worse; then using her brother as his friend's stand-in when his friend won't put up with it anymore is the WORST.
Most awful character that you hated
I mean, Lhong in TharnType takes it for not only arranging the gang rape of Tar, but being forgiven for it in the series. Neung in Tonhon Chonlatee comes a close second for attempting to rape Chonlatee and then claiming the moral high ground against his homophobic "friend". Tony in History 5: Love in the Future doesn't get enough hate for trying to murder someone just because he was his love rival. Namning in La Cuisine had her love rival bullied, beaten and who knows what she was going to do with that gun. Also shoutout to @wen-kexing-apologist's answer of Korn, in KinnPorsche, he was so insidiously evil, it was so well done.
Most awful character that you loved
I'm going with "awful" as not necessarily (just) morally bad but that people didn't like: Jaime from Win Jaime's Heart. Objectively he's a fuckboi of the worst calibre. He agrees to go on a webshow in which he dates Heart so that he can seduce the creator of the show Winston. And Jaime is so charming that I don't care about his bi wrongs (partially, to be fair, because the premise is ridiculous so it's hard to take too seriously).
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Special mention (because it's not a series) to Wine in Red Wine in the Dark Night. I love a murder twink (speaking of, things are looking really good for me to stay in love with Ai Di from Kiseki if it keeps on this track).
If we're interpreting "awful" as characters that other people don't like, it'll probably go to Toh from Secret Crush on You or Gus in Diary of Tootsies. They're flawed, they're femme, they're fantastic.
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A character that wasn't awful but that you just don't like
Can in Love By Chance and the sequels. Tinn is an asshole and knows it; Can is an asshole but is also self-righteous, but in all honesty his biggest flaw for me is that he's not competent and I have little patience for that.
A hero that should have been a villain
Tempted to give this to Ko from Love Poison for essentially trying to love spell date rape his love interest--this is only not that bad because magic isn't real so of course it doesn't do anything.
Possibly Athit (Boun's character) from Even Sun? I put a question mark there because this was so convoluted and hard to follow I'm not even 100% sure I remember it right, but from what I remember, this was not a romantic story at all.
Taking a totally different approach to the question, Joke from Hidden Agenda should have been a secret villain (in the sense that he should have been scheming and sociopathic but hiding it, ineffectually, from Zo) in order to make the series make sense, but apparently I can't have nice things.
And finally, special mention to Phu in The Promise for being the villain for so many of us already.
A morally bad character you're into
Zhu Zi Shu, canon war criminal and child murderer from Word of Honor. He thought he was doing bad things for good reasons (protecting the people he loves), realized he was just doing bad things and the people he loves were all dead anyway, and crafted a convoluted plot to get out of the secret society rules that he created to prevent anyone from leaving. And then he wanders aimless until he meets Wen Ke Xing and becomes as loyal to this equally morally dubious man as he was to his secret society. I love him (and them) so much.
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Same type of deal, different scale of crime: Akk from The Eclipse. I have a soft spot for this trope.
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A morally bad character you're not into and you wish people would stop being into
Xue Yang from The Untamed. Also a mass murderer, but doing it just for the vibes/to avenge his finger, so he gets zero love from me. People woobify him just because he's sassy it's...rough.
The show that disappointed you the most
From hype to execution? So Much in Love / Ni Yam Ruk. I slogged through such awful subs TWICE (because they claimed they redid them, but they are still terrible) to try to give this show a chance, because the premise sounded right up my alley. I still think there's a show in there that I would have liked, but it is literally unwatchable.
Most disappointed from what the show seemed like it was doing at the start to what it delivered in full is a tie between The Shipper and Step By Step.
The Worst Show of Them All Because of Your Own Reasons
That's My Candy. I've only ever dropped/not finished I think 3 or so shows? And this was the most painful and the one I am least likely to ever finish. The pairing was overplayed, the comedy was heavy handed, and the plot was absolutely cringe inducing. It was literally torture trying to watch this.
If you made it this far, thank you for reading!
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Tagging @visualtaehyun @nothingsbetterthancoffee @lurkingteapot @snidgetwrites @formayhem @slayerkitty @respectthepetty @ginnymoonbeam no pressure as always! And if you play and I didn't tag you but you're reading this, tag me anyway! I love reading everyone's answers.
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mikodrawnnarratives · 2 months
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y'know what.
fuck it
Happy Birthday, dear Evie Artino
Renegades Trilogy - Word Count: 17092
Summary: It's been 12 years since Nova's family was murdered. After the previous year of being a renegade and the aftermath of her uncle's actions, Nova gets a moment to breathe. To grieve. Though, it's a little more than difficult to do that once she's told her baby sister's corpse was never buried. Never found. And now she has to search for the infamous thief, gone rogue, Magpie. As if she didn't have enough problems to deal with. Let's just get this over with...
Before you read!
This fic is going off of the assumption Magpie was 11 months old when her family was killed, therefore ten years later would mean she is 10 and 11 months old, 12 years later would be 12 and 11 months old (close to 13 years old) etc etc.
(I say assumption bc I'm not sure how canon Maggie being 11 months old at the beginning is. It makes sense since she was around the age she'd start to move around but still, just want to let y'all know)
I’ve done my best to show this on a timeline image in the end notes but I wanted to be clear with that! The timeline also goes off some assumptions and guesses for how much time passes from book 1 to the end of book 3.
BTW I'm sorry if ages and time stuff get confusing
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Nova took a deep breath, focusing on the wind gently tossing her hair. Better to focus on that than the heaviness in her chest. Leroy smiled and patted her shoulder in comfort.
“I’ll stay” Nova whispered, but then chuckled “But I’m crashing with you. The Renegades' campus rooms are terrible!” She straightened and let her tired smile relax.
Leroy shrugged, “As far as I’m concerned, the couch has been yours for a while.”
“Thank you, Leroy” She smiled. Leroy chuckled and pulled her into an odd side hug, her eyes blowing open from the action initially. She made a sly smile on her face to hide her apparent awkwardness, “I never took you for the cuddly type, Cyanide.”
“I’m not. But this is an exception.” He rubbed her arm, “You did good, Nightmare. Don’t beat yourself up about the rest.” Nova resisted the urge to fully melt in his touch, fully embrace it. Like she deserved it.
“If only it were that easy.” 
“It never is. But that’s how life goes sometimes."
"Look at you being all noble and wise! Haha! You haven't been taking classes from Simon have you?"
Leroy's smile lessened a little, something crossing his mind, "Nova?"
She broke away from his hug, "Hm?"
"Have you visited them yet?" He adjusted his glasses, “They did give them actual burials, right?” Nova appreciated the dark look that donned his face. She knew that look, and the revenge schemes it carried if he so chose.
It’s been a year since Ace Anarchy was defeated for good. And a year since Nova’s actual family was revealed to everyone. Who her uncle actually was. Her motivation for becoming an anarchist in the first place. One whole year of recovery from the remaining damage, and of tearing down a faulty system and trying to rebuild a new one. 
And it’s been twelve years since the murder of her family.
She pursed her lips and admitted what had also been on her mind, “No, no they did. I just haven't gone yet. There are gravestones and everything from what I've heard." She chewed on her lip.
Leroy tilted his cup around to watch the coffee swirl around. "Would you like emotional support?"
"You say that like a joke but please heh…" Nova laughed and turned to Leroy. She gripped the railing. "It's… gonna be weird. What do I even say?"
"They're graves,"
"Their graves."
“Right… my bad”
She fiddled with her fingers and Leroy placed a hand on her shoulder.
The chemist shrugged, "You don't need to know immediately. You don't need to go immediately, believe it or not."
Nova looked at him and opened her mouth to say something before a notification on her phone made her ears perk up the ever so slightest. She pulled it out to see the team group chat yapping about some shop opening. Leroy rubbed her back, "Just tell me when you want to visit."
"Thank you"
Nova spares a passing glance to the calendar and clock as she stands in the waiting room. She shifts from foot to foot. Discontent with standing, she paces. She wrings her hands as she does so.
It’s a miracle she hasn’t fled already. To procrastinate on it all for a little longer. But by this point it would be pretty idiotic to turn back now. Nova fidgets with her hair, waiting for her name to be called by the front desk.
It was taking longer than she would have liked to find out where her family's graves are. Leroy left with someone after they, not so discreetly, began to whisper. The renegade at the front desk kept passing weird looks to her. She couldn’t discern what emotion they had on their face. Maybe they were a prodigy, and gifted at masking. She didn’t get too good of a look at Leroy’s face either before he abandoned her in this desolate room. The cold blue light covering the room.
There’s no way they aren’t keeping something from her. Now she just wishes she had followed them. Anything to beat this trepidation.
Whatever they are hiding, she doubts it could be anything that Leroy would react better to than her. She keeps her ears peered just in case Leroy explodes something in reaction. There really wasn't a lot that Nova would take worse than Leroy, in her most humble opinion.
Footsteps running are her only warning before the front door to the establishment bursts open. Three hands all trying to cram through. Their bodies follow close behind in a clumsy, un-organized effort. 
She jolts her head to the noise and stares at the multiple people who crash through. Adrien, then Ruby followed by Oscar, Danna, an-
Wait. Danna-?
"Nova!"
"We heard-"
"We're so sorry!!"
Roxy and Oscar charge past Adrian and run at her full speed. They knock her over before she could blink. She groans and sits up, utterly confused. "What are you talking about?"
Adrian opens his mouth and-
BOOM
Leroy…
Danna comes over to the three of them on the floor, and yanks them up to their feet. She places a hand on Nova's shoulder, "You haven't been told?"
"Told me what?!" Nova would have kept her attention on Danna if Leroy literally hadn't just made something explode, "Leroy, do you want MORE community service?! What's going on?"
Leroy yells something Nova can't make out. But he's pissed. She frowns, her guard rising.
"Nova" Adrian walked up to her, maintaining her eye contact. "I think you should see it for yourself."
Nova's eyes soften and she takes Adrian's hand, "Why can't you tell me?"
"BECAUSE THEY FUCKED UP AGAIN THAT'S WHY!" Leroy's hair was still poofy from his rage just moments prior. He marches straight to Nova, forcing her to part from Adrian when he grabs her by her shoulders. She flinches and he pauses, immediately apologetic for his abrupt action, he sighs. "You said you had a sister, yes?"
Adrian inhales sharply and Nova's frown deepens, "What does Evie have to do with this…?"
Danna speaks up, "Are you aware of one of the latest villains, that has been flaunting their superpowers everywhere? They are going by the name “the Terror" (if they couldn’t get more corny)" Danna sighs. "Just this morning they went around terrorizing all across the city. Everywhere and anywhere they liked."
"I heard about that, but I didn’t think they’d be able to wreck this place too. I thought these cemeteries had measures in place to protect them." 
Adrian answers this time, rubbing his arm "Normally yes, but more Renegades have been needed to handle the new prodigy accidents and villain attacks ever since we defeated Ace Anarchy."
Danna speaks up again, "Resources for protection have been focused around civilian homes and shelters." 
Nova blinks and her eyes widen slightly, "What happened."
Leroy smooths his hair out as he takes a deep breath, "The Terror robbed several graves. The Artino's were one of them."
Nova's face shifts from one of confusion to one of anger and horror, "Where are they." She practically snarls.
Leroy chuckles without humor, "That isn't the only thing, Nightmare." His hands shake.
"There's more??"
The Sketch team is quiet, allowing Leroy to speak.
Leroy chokes at first but clears his throat to speak clearer without his emotions in the way, "Your parents' caskets and bodies have been recovered and will be reburied and their graves fixed once they catch the culprit."
Nova loses her breath, "You said Evie earlier. What happened to Evie!?" She looks around, "What. Did. He. Do."
"Nothing" Adrian says, "Her body was never there."
“What?” She stared at Adrian like he was making an uncharacteristic sick joke. He wasn’t. Nova's eyes widen but in confusion more than any horror or shock, "What do you mean? If she isn't there then the graverobber must have taken her!"
"The motive doesn't match up. He wasn't interested in any of the bodies. Of all ages." Danna says.
Oscar chips in hesitantly, "Her casket doesn't have any evidence of where a body would have been for 12 years."
Nova pauses and after a long silence takes a deep breath. She shakily sits on one of the lobby chairs and hugs herself. She pinches the bridge of her nose, "Are… are you saying… that Evie's body-" she hesitates, clenching her teeth before swallowing the lump in her throat, "Evie was never recovered from the crime scene. For twelve years, she has been missing."
Adrian's face crumples slightly, hesitating to reach out. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry"
Leroy's murderous face makes too much sense now. Hot burning coals threaten to boil her alive just underneath her skin. Her breath slowly leaves her.
She was so close.
Nova had grieved before. She never thought her family would get the graves they deserved and had become okay with that. Or at least, grew used to the ache. Learned to be okay.
But, hearing they did. They did get graves. To honor their final rest. One they deserved when Captain Chromium failed them. Nova heard she could see them, even if they wouldn't be alive. Even just a gravestone above where their body rests forever. For a moment, a raw piece of her felt as if it could heal after being hollow for so long.
And it's been ripped away again. 
Nova wants to be angry. She is angry. Angry at all the renegades who failed her family all over again. Who got to go home to their perfect, happy homes, in their rich lives, with their complete and happy family.
Everything feels fuzzy. In slow motion as she vaguely sees renegades exit the room one by one. Plans over the radio to recover from the graverobber underway. Mentions of names. The Artino’s. David… Tala…. Nova…
Evie…
Adrian slowly sets a hand on her shoulder, and she doesn’t jolt. He makes circles with his thumb as she breathes. Heavy breathes that keep her from gasping. She slowly lifts her head up. Her lip twitches and Adrian doesn’t say anything.
She’s furious. 
She’s trembling. 
She’s frail. 
She’s weak.
She failed. 
She failed them.
She failed Evie.
Logically, both her and Adrian know that’s not true. She tried her best. She was only six. A six year old couldn’t be blamed for what happened. He knows his father messed up. Which is more than Nova could ever ask of him.
Nova’s angry. And she’s sad. She’s so tired.
She’s hurt.
Her baby sister was so close.
But it was a lie.
###
Nova dumps the final bag of confetti in the recycling bin, marking the end of cleaning up after the parade a couple of days ago. It was to mark a year's progress after Ace’s second defeat. The permanent defeat. With confetti. 
After all that work to clean up the streets from the last villain attack. Confetti. Suffice to say, she wasn’t the one to come up with the littering party idea.
The parade itself was an attempt to stir up some more positive attention to the renegades’ name. Or rather, to honor the work done so far to keep everyone safe. Not that any positive attention to the renegades couldn’t hurt their shambled reputation from the last couple years.
That’s how Nova thought of it. She wouldn’t have agreed to participate otherwise. Not when she could continue working on the case of her sister’s disappearing corpse. It was quickly going cold. 
It was like the body walked away. Some kind of twisted magician’s act. And it was up to her to figure out how the magician did it. Where the magician is.
She purposefully avoided looking at Captain Chromium in the meantime. It only added salt to the wound to hear his involvement at the crime scene. Once it was a kind gesture for him to be so involved in her family’s death. Only after Nova learned Ace was responsible for sending the assassin. Now the gesture left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Surely he would have seen. Surely, he would have seen Evie’s body go missing. Footprints of a thief could have been documented. Her sister should have been put to rest. There should have been enough renegades at the scene to catch them!
It didn’t help that Adrian's father was on rocky terrain with Nova even before this revelation. And to think they had been getting along better over the last year. Now all that progress has been wiped clean. Who knows if it’ll be the same.
She felt the bag crunch in her grip. She let herself dig into it just a little more, just to get some of her fury out before dropping it.
Adrian talked to his father about what was remembered at the scene. Nova knew the man had been trying to talk to her to apologize for a while now but she just couldn’t face him. She wouldn’t want to punch her boyfriend’s father’s mug. Not that he’d actually be affected by it. The same applied to his husband as well. 
Nova pulls out her phone. She clicks open the group chat she shares with the rest of her team. She scrolls back through the messages, looking for updates for what must have been the thousandth time. 
Danna and Adrian have their time split between their own duties, so she couldn’t blame them. When they were available, they mostly worked on finding the negligent heroes (aside from the obvious) at the crime scene who were responsible for Evie’s disappearance. Danna’s been more helpful than Nova ever thought she’d be, seeing as they haven’t always been on the best terms. Understatement of the year.
She appreciated it nonetheless.
Oscar and Ruby have been incredible whenever they were free. They either joined her in what they deemed “detective business” (she really didn’t know how to feel about the name) or used their own efforts to search and track down where the body ended up. 
Evie’s birthday is coming up soon.
And it’s been a few weeks since Nova learned about the absolute incompetence of the clean up crew. The current leading theory was a bias, which didn’t seem too far off. Adrian has been working with his father to see if this has happened to anyone else. Despite the rest of Sketch’s team trying to help out, Nova could feel her hope dwindle. 
It was ambitious from the very beginning. To find the body of an 11 month old baby, twelve years after her death, but Nova really did let herself hope at first.
She couldn’t help but begin to sag around after any reminder of her sister. She felt conflicted between joining the efforts to find her, and distracting herself from the ache in her chest. It was like she was 6 years old all over again, and processing her sister’s death for the first time.
And it's certainly not a helpful attitude for actually finding her.
She’s begun to pack her schedule with numerous duties as of late. 24 hours every day allowed her to split her time between distractions and facing her current dilemma. No one was complaining from the extra help. The only real downside was the whispers about her. Nothing new. Everyone wins in the end this way.
Maybe she shouldn’t have been so open to any request in hindsight.
Nova stares at Thunderbird, “I’m sorry. Repeat that again?”
Thunderbird sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, the hero seemed much more fidgety than ever now that Nova paid attention, “Nightmare. Magpie’s missing.” Her feathers fluff up as she articulates this fact to Nova. Like she should care.
Nova scoffs, “No, no, the other part. You want me to-”
“You aren’t busy, are you? Then we need all the help we can get.” Thunderbird looks seconds away from shaking Nova senseless. “Look. I… I know about your sister and it’s all the campus can talk about. And-”
“Really?” Nova blinks, “I didn’t think I was that popular.”
“And. I’m sorry to ask you this when you’re grieving.”
Nova shifts uncomfortably where she stands. Thunderbird rarely talked to Nova when she wasn’t furious. To come to her when she’s desperate is… different.
Nova clears her throat, “Are you her mom or something? Why are you so pressed where she is?”
Thunderbird blinks at her, and squints. Oh that really ruffled her feathers. Nova could see veins popping out. “No, I’m not. However, I sponsored her and got her in to be a renegade. (In hindsight, a very poor decision…)” She glares pointedly, “She’s barely a teenager! Isn’t this concerning to you?”
Nova laughs. “I was taking care of myself by eight. I know jack shit about what’s 'normally' concerning.”
Thunderbird blinks and settles down slightly. “Right. Right… you were raised by villains-”
“Anarchists.” Nova corrects.
“Sure. But that was for you. Surely you can understand why we are worried for her. The Bandit is her age by now.”
She's got Nova there. Thinking about it, Max going missing would frazzle Nova too. She folds her arms and gives her attention to Thunderbird. “Don’t the renegades require contact information from a guardian?” Nova asks, “They should know where she is?”
Thunderbird’s lip trembled slightly, “Margaret’s… a special case. Her orphanage approved her residence and I paid for her fees and expenses.” Nova blinks, she remembers now the previous residence where she found out the kid used to live. It was pretty much useless at the time and now a year later, it’s been brought up again.
“How do you know she’s not brooding and being a problem on purpose. Running away from any responsibility she had.”
“Nightmare.”
“What?” She raised her hands in defense before placing them on her hips, “Magpie isn’t exactly thrilled about authority. This could just be avoiding the consequences of her actions somewhere, and being the moody brat she is.”
“Margaret… yes, she is very… temperamental.” Thunderbird sighs, “But even Magpie doesn’t disappear for weeks.”
Nova does a double take, "Weeks?! And you haven’t started looking sooner??"
Thunderbird scowls, "Do you really think you're the first renegade I've told?"
Nova cheeks pinken slightly and she frowns, “Then who else knows?”
Allegedly: Captain Chromium, Simon, and most of team Sketch are all the heroes Nova is told has been notified. Thunderbird doesn't specify who is looking. Orders to send out missing posters were underway until there were complications with schedules. 
Now that Nova thought about it, she may have heard Adrian’s parents discussing the 12 year old’s sudden absence a while ago. Thunderbird didn’t mention her friendgroup’s lack of involvement. She did note Adrian’s efforts to search for Magpie too. Nova bit her lip, she knew how much Adrian still cared about Magpie. Despite her sticky fingers.
“Is this the only reason you’re here?”
Thunderbird sighs, "You're needed for your familiarity in the locations listed here." She hands Nova files detailing the locations, "You may be interested to hear The Terror’s movements have been narrowed down to these districts."
Nova takes the files, "What about Magpie?"
"...All I'm asking is to keep an eye out for her. Report if you see her. Talk to her if you can. Try to convince her to come back, please.” Nova resists the urge to roll her eyes at the idea of peacefully talking with Magpie like Thunderbird is suggesting, “She grew up in that neighborhood, y'know."
Nova blinks, “She did?” Thunderbird nods and Nova hums. She already knew the whereabouts the orphanage Magpie went to at one point wasn’t too close to her neighborhood. It was plausible Magpie went to the elementary institution Nova vaguely remembers from the area.
Thunderbird folds her arms and Nova notices her feathers fluff up slightly. Oh now the birdie needs to be all stern and professional huh. Got it. No sentimentality here. “Your task is to search the area for The Terror already so… keep an eye out for Magpie. Report back to me.”
Nova deadpans, “Is that an order, Thunderbird?”
“It …is a request.” She took a deep breath to level out her pride, “Please, Nightmare. I know Margaret wasn’t the nicest-”
“Oh she was a complete turd.”
“Watch your language, Nightmare.”
“We’re both adults here, Thunderbird.”
“...right.” Thunderbird sighs, “But do you have to be so casually insulting. And in the workplace?”
“I’m sure Magpie’s called me worse behind my back.”
“How immature can you get…” Thunderbird deadpans.
“I’ll tell Magpie you said that.”
Thunderbird’s lip twitches and her feathers lift slightly, “oh, so you’ll look for her now?”
“No promises I’ll find her. Or bring her back. I doubt she’d come back easily if she ran away.” Nova scratched the back of her neck, “But Adrian cares about her. You care, I know Danna cares, and from what you tell me, even more than them. So why not.” 
Nova won't like coming across the thief again but she supposed there's no other option with the mess the tween's caused.
“...then call me Tamaya.”
Nova makes a double take, “What? Where did that come from?” She stares at Thunderbird for an explanation.
Thund- Tamaya frowns, “We aren’t on the field. And we aren’t strangers. We’re coworkers. And Adrian is the closest thing I have to a nephew so…" She clears her throat. "And… Nightmare, if you help me find out if Margaret is safe you’ll have my deepest thanks.”
“...” Nova really could only stare. Tamaya is almost bowing. BOWING!?!! For her help. Someone she despises. Really? “Magpie matters that much to you?”
Tamaya straightens, “She’s fierce when she wants to be, and when I met her… you should have seen it, Nightmare. Her determination despite how young she was…” She cleared her throat, “If only I had done things differently, maybe she’d still be here. I’d know where she is.”
Nova’s eyes soften slightly and she sighs, rubbing her arm. She really hopes she won't regret this. She stashes the files away in her bag, “I’ll help. Promise.”
Tamaya deflates from relief, Nova could see the tension in her posture after being so vulnerable about this request. More like a plea than anything, really.
“And call me Nova, Aunt Tamaya.”
“I’m going to regret this, aren't I.”
“Likely!”
###
Adrian and Nova met up before she had to depart to search the district. Adrian squeezed Nova's shoulder in comfort when she sucked in a breath at the sight of her old neighborhood. She squeezed his hand back before they went separate ways.
The only pretty thing to look at here would be the setting sun and a darkening sky that is right behind it. The buildings fare much worse off, with buildings crumbling, the sidewalks are uneven from the large tree roots. Many of the homes sit with broken glass and lay abandoned. 
Most people in these areas stick to the new apartments nowadays. They're the only buildings that are still structurally sound and have the least risk of break ins. Made to be less vulnerable to villain attacks due to the design of the buildings. Even the renegades have been trying to finish up repairs on one of their more elaborate renegades apartments.
Nova would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought of running away to live here when she was younger. Find an abandoned house to camp out at. Especially when Ace got angry. She never did, she didn’t want to abandon her only family. Even when he hurt her. He saved her after all.
Honestly, if she had lived here, it probably wouldn’t have been too different from living underground.
Growing up here couldn't have been nice.
Nova thinks about what Thunderbi- Tamaya said. Before she left she was told in depth about the process of resigning the Renegades, and it wasn't as simple as walking out unless you were arrested or were okay with losing any final paychecks and insurances offered.
Maybe Magpie did. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility.
Nova pulls the collar of her jacket closer, she really should have picked out a jacket with a hood. She needs to look casual though. There should be a coffee shop down the street that she plans to make a stop at. If anyone has eyes on her then it'll be her “motive” for snooping around the area.
She adjusts her black medical mask. Her movements are careful not to reveal the weaponry she’s hidden underneath her clothing. Her ears twitch from a garbage can jostling. A raccoon.
Nova makes it down the small stretch of suburbs still remaining, finally making it to the urban districts. She could hear the noises of city crowds up ahead. Lovely. Coffee shop right ahead. Either this villain shows themself and becomes a quick turn in, or she gets coffee. Classic on the job look there, huh. Maybe she’ll get hot chocolate, coffee is too bitter to be worth it.
"The terror" was becoming "the pain in the ass" to her honestly. The anarchists had their collections of thieves, sure, but on the other side of the coin turns them out to be more nuisances. 
She takes one step onto the sidewalk and a figure runs into her, Nova is shoved straight into the brick wall behind her and they bounce back onto the ground “OOF-” She wheezes and scowls at the figure, “Watch where you’re goi-” The black clothed figure’s hood fell back. 
There sat Nova’s other objective. 
Magpie rushes to pack up all the things that had fallen out of her bag from the tumble she took when colliding with Nova. She freezes when Nova guffaws her name out loud.
“Nightmare?!” Her eyes bulge and she stares at Nova. Nova takes in the kid’s choppy haircut, now longer than the bob she wore when Nova first met her. A cloud of dirt has stained the mostly black clothing she has on, and Magpie clutches a passenger bag as she collects her last scattered item. A diamond bracelet. 
Wait a minute. “What did you-” 
Magpie bolts, cutting through the next crowd as Nova runs after her. “Get back here!”
Magpie takes a sharp turn into the nearest alley, Nova apologizes to all the citizens as she parts her way through. She sees the sewer lid slide into place when she gets to the alley. Oh, does that brat think she’s clever?
Nova pries open the lid and jumps inside, cringing from the smell immediately. Her shoes splash in the water the moment she gets down. She equips her flashlight though it’s almost unneeded when she hears more splashing up ahead.
She catches up and grabs the kid’s hoodie, ignoring her cry of shock. “What do you think you’re doing!?”
Magpie snarls and turns around and successfully pushes Nova away. “I could ask you the same fucking question!”
“I asked first.”
Magpie sneers, “Oh look who’s high and mighty by using playground rules.” She turns around to walk away only for Nova to keep up pace with her. And that kid has the nerve to count her little collection of stolen goods in front of her. Nova runs up and tries to grab the bag out of Magpie’s hand, she curses under her breath when the brat dodges. 
“Hey!”
“You’re stealing again, aren’t you! I bet that jewelry doesn’t even belong to you.”
“Belongs to me now.” But her eyes widen like dinner plates when Nova makes another grab for the bag, slowed down only by the sludge in the bed of the sewer, “Watch it! Some of this is mine for real!”
“So the thief admits it”
“Oh, will you shut the fuck up!” She complains once Nova stops making grabs at her bag so she could search it. Nova folds her arms and Magpie gives her a pointed glare, her nose scrunching, before returning her attention to her collection.
Nova returns it and pinches the bridge of her nose, “I swear to god, if you’ve been missing because you’re off playing the act of the latest thorn in our side ‘The Terror’ I-”
Magpie turned around with a deadpan, “Who?”
“Oh how convenient. You don’t know about the graverobber who appeared just around the time you disappeared.” Nova points at Magpie, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t cuff you right now on suspicion of theft.”
“Wow, the Anarchist has turned full cop huh. What a shame. Newsflash, I’m not a graverobber. Do you really think these arms could lug around a shovel?” Magpie grips her bag tightly in the defensive.
“Your powers could easily help out with that, I'm not stupid.”
“And last time you knew exactly what my powers could do was…?” Magpie blinks several times on purpose at Nova, putting a hand next to her ear to mock signal the action to help hear better. “What was that? Never? Who knew!”
“Not funny.”
“Besides, modern day graves aren’t even worth robbing for the amount of effort it takes. No gold or silver is ever buried with those crypts anymore. The highest prices you could get would be from the organs.” The girl gags. Magpie fiddles with her passenger bag’s strap, but Nova can see she has been eyeing their whereabouts for an escape for the past few minutes.
Nova puts her hands on her hips, “Should I be concerned how you know this? Actually nevermind, you always say weird shit.” Maybe she was exaggerating here but she didn’t care too much at the moment.
Magpie whips her head back to Nova, scowling. “What are you even doing here. Shouldn’t you be after The Teapot or what's his name?”
“I’m here because you disappeared without a trace.”
Magpie rolls her eyes. “Please. Like anyone cares. I’ve been gone for two weeks and haven’t seen a single one of you hypocrites.”
“"No one cares"??” Nova guffaws.
“That’s what I said. Yes. Congratulations, your ears function perfectly.”
"Several people care! Do you think I'd be here looking for your ass if people didn't!? Adrian, Oscar, Thunderbird, Tsunami, both of Adrian's dads. You can't just disappear like that!"
"I quit." Magpie bites. "And, well, you found me! You can go tell them to mind their business."
Magpie begins to walk away in a huff, and Nova's mouth opens and closes like a goldfish before recovering enough of her brain cells after the audacity of the comment.
"What. Is wrong with you?! They don't just want to know you're okay, they want to SEE you're okay." Nova waves her arms around to emphasize her point. She subconsciously remembers and notes how she had picked the habit up from Leroy. 
"Besides" she pinches her nose, "you can't quit the renegades without a conference and before handing over your equipment" Nova makes a pointed glare at the cleanup crew uniform Magpie wore under her hoodie, only barely visible. The clothing was less of an issue than the tech-advanced gloves and shoes Nova knows Magpie smuggled from the other techies in the renegades. She just knew that the uniform allowed the girl to carry more than usual.
Magpie's face pinkens slightly but she lashes back just as quick. "I'll do what I want, Miss Juliet."
"…What did you just call me?!"
“You heard me!”
Nova growls in frustration, “GOD why does anyone want you around when all you do is cause trouble and spout insults like it's a competition!?”
“You tell me! I've made it plenty clear that I don't want to be anyone's friend.”
“Magpie-!”
The girl had the nerve to try and dash away again, using her powers to rip herself out of the muck and stick to the walls. Nova reaches in her jacket and pulls out her netting gun, and in a second the projectile stretches into a web and stops Magpie in her tracks, trapping her foot temporarily. Magpie growls as Nova readjusts herself, prying away from the stickier filth.
“Are you even listening?!?! You’ve been missing for weeks!! You can’t just disappear like that.” She sighs “You worried a lot of people. Good people. Frankly, good people that have much better things to be worrying about than a thief.”
Magpie groans, “You’ll NEVER drop that will you.” She shakes away the net from her foot and Nova collects it with a frown.
“Maybe when you show actual change for once.” Nova scowls and points to Magpie’s satchel. “I bet that bag is full of stolen goods, huh. A thief in the renegades.”
“Did you already forget I QUIT” Magpie grits out as she gets up.
“Again. Not OFFICIALLY! You’re still associated to them-!” Nova fumbles, “Them- us. The heroes.”
Magpie doesn’t seem to notice her fumble and solely focuses on what she said before. “OH like I’M gonna deal so much damage to the renegades reputation” She sneers and kicks aside some trash.
Nova takes a deep breath before practically shouting, “Yes!”
“I don’t go around flaunting my story unlike someone.”
Nova grits, “You are infuriating.”
“Thanks, I try.” Magpie brushes dirt off her clothes like it’ll make a change to how muddied they’ve become. “And besides, the renegades don’t need help soiling their reputation.”
Nova sighs and rubs her forehead, “I’ll never understand what Callum ever saw in you.”
Nova expected a snarky comeback immediately. Some snappy retort spat back at her like Magpie had been doing.
But Magpie stays quiet.
Nova looks over and sees the way Magpie's fists clench. She considers saying something again but Magpie brushes ahead of her.
Nova tilts her head to get a better look at Magpie and sees the kid’s fists clenching. Nova considers saying something before Magpie grunts and continues to search for the sewer exit. Preferably one that Nova isn’t in the way of. Nova still follows close behind.
“Maybe that’s why Callum was better than you hypocrites.”
Nova frowns, she really shouldn't be surprised anymore. “You’re one to talk.”
“Why do you think I left.” The heat was rising in her voice again, and Nova gladly met it.
“What else? Selfishness!” Nova’s hands swung around to exaggerate her point. “You didn't even think about how the people around you would worry for your safety?? All so you can indulge in a life of crime.”
“That’s not why I-”
Nova deadpans, “Sure.” Nova walks ahead of the tween in a spurred heated pace, turning the corner and checking the area. Magpie’s appearance had distracted her from the fact they were in territory many new villains loved to travel through. Must be the "aesthetic".
Despite walking ahead, she didn’t go so far where Magpie would be out of her peripheral vision. Her ears remained keen for if Magpie would try to dash off again.
“If you'd just let me talk-!”
Nova turns around, about to open her mouth when something large shoves her into the wall. She hears a shriek and draws her weapon blindly. It’s ripped from her hand almost immediately and she whips her head up, finally seeing their attacker.
A tall boney figure of a man stands right across from her, holding the small tween in his grasp with a maniac smile on his face. He’s giggling. The dagger Magpie had tried to grab in a last ditch attempt to protect herself had been pried out of her grip. The man brings her dagger to the kid’s neck, only centimeters away from slicing skin. Magpie trembles, trying to squirm out of the sickly skinny man's hold. His grin stretches from Nova's attention.
"If it isn't the famous hypocrite, Nightmare" the villain drawls out. When Nova steps closer, he shifts the dagger dangerously close to Magpie's neck. She stops. "Yeah that's right…" the villain giggles deliriously, twitching. "You can't do anything."
"What do you want?" Nova says cautiously, her eyes stayed glued to the dagger. Under her breath she whispers “250cm. Shabby haircut and facial hair. Notch in right ear, scarring from corner of the ear to top of-”
“Are you tattling on me? …heh …hehe continue! Not that it will work~” The villain strangely allows her to note the details and send in the report for back up “They won’t get here in time.” He sniffs and blinks lazily. Is… Is he drunk? His grip on the dagger laxes ever so slightly but Nova doesn’t breathe a sigh of relief just yet.
“You haven’t answered my question sir.”
“Drop your bag pretty little lady” The man uses his foot to slide Magpie’s passenger bag over to him, “This one’s getting lonely~” The raven-haired child squirms in his hold but he tightens his grasp on her, creating a striking cut across Magpie’s neck. Magpie cries out in pain.
“That’s what this is? A robbery? Drop the kid you don’t need to-”
“Stop talking, or I’ll slit her THROAT!!” The villain screams seemingly out of nowhere. Nova halts immediately, giving the villain more satisfaction than she’d like to. She grits her teeth, plotting how to handle this. “There we go~ That wasn’t so hard was it? Can’t ignore me now huh heh… heh heh”
Nova prays he’ll start to monologue. Oh please let him start monologuing! She needs the tim-
“You may be wondering why I’m doing this…”
THANK GOD
Magpie looks to be in pain but even she rolls her eyes in annoyance. The man giggles and his body seems to spasm like static. Nova squints. His hair shifts from orange to black to brown in a matter of seconds. 
“Do you like my power, little Nightmare?” Nova jolts and sees the scruff and build of Ace Anarchy right in front of her. An unstable form that shifts back into a stretched twig in the next second. “I’ve been meaning to give it a test run.”
“How are you-” Nova barely gets a word in before the villain continues.
“My form appears differently to all who see me. I appear as the people you’ve feared, who you’ve hated and cowered under in the past. I am fear. I am terror.” 
“Wait- You??” Recognition hits Nova like a stack of bricks and she groans internally. The graverobber.
A grin stretches across his face. His eyes hollow out and he takes on a sickly gray appearance. It almost looks like Ace Anarchy… but not quite. His eyebags stretch down his face for forever and he almost appears undead. His teeth appear chipped and stained with alcohol. His lip appears blistered, bleeding, as if a smoker’s lip.
Magpie screams when she sees his new appearance. With the villain’s attention away from her, she almost escapes his hold. She kicks wildly at him with the heels of her feet.
The Terror growls and makes a wild jab at Magpie before she escapes his hold, he nabs her cheek but Nova jumps in to restrain him before he can do anymore damage. Magpie falls to the ground as Nova grabs a hold of the villain. Nova rips back his (real) sleeve but the man shoves her off him before she can activate her power. 
The villain trips her and Nova curses when he attempts to keep her down by kicking her. She grabs his foot and yanks him down into the sewer’s sludge. She gets one good punch in before he returns the blow.
The man grabs the dagger but before he can strike, the dagger is ripped out of his hands and heads straight into Magpie’s. The Terror snarls at the child but gets caught up in wrestling Nova for her netting gun. Magpie dashes the other direction.
His face shifts to Adrian’s and Nova falters, immediately losing her advantage. Her own netting gun fires from The Terror’s hands, and pins her to the ground, knocking her head to the side.
She jolts up to get out of her own net casing, furiously searching for the other dagger on her person. She does her best with the newfound dizziness. The adrenaline pulses through her veins, allowing her the luxury to ignore the growing headache. She has no doubts it'll be an issue later, unfortunately.
The man fires the net at Magpie next, pinning her down for good measure as he searches her bag and nabs what he finds shiny. Magpie kicks and swears up a storm. The villain shoves her into the muck to shut her up. He takes her bag and runs.
Nova curses herself for her design choices. The net only closes around its capture, leaving no room for correction. She severs the net around her with the dagger the villain hadn't gotten a hold of in his hast, but it takes her longer than she’d like to retrieve it.
She clutches her head once she gets onto her feet, stumbling only slightly. The tunnel's few and far between lights flickered. The villain got away.
Nova almost considers going after him but Magpie's struggling takes precedence. Nova beelines for Magpie, kneeling down and cutting the ropes that trap her face in the sewer's waste and water. 
Nova cuts away the last piece that kept the child down, and Magpie jolts up to gasp. She sputters and coughs for a few minutes, gulping precious air. Procedure mandated Nova check with Magpie if she swallowed any water and (at least from Magpie’s testimony) she’s fine. Wouldn’t hurt to check out later.
Nova frowns toward the direction the villain went but shakes her head. Not yet. She helps pull Magpie to her feet and helps her down on the dry (not dry, moist actually, but considerably dry-er) concrete that sits above the sewer water. Nova pulls out a med kit, paying attention to the gashes the villain landed on Magpie. Her own could wait.
When Nova attempts to clean the gash on the kid’s cheek, Magpie jolts backward. Nova sighs.
“If I don’t do this, the wound will only get worse. Trust me, you don’t want to get an infection.” She says sternly. “And the quicker we do this, the sooner we catch that bastard.”
Magpie frowns, her eyebrows furrowing. She isn’t whining anymore at least, and she braces herself when Nova pulls out the antiseptic again.
Magpie winces from the sting of the disinfectant. Nova frowns and sympathizes with the kid. Using this disinfectant wasn’t the most preferable way to deal with these cuts, she’ll admit. But after the wounds’ contact with the sewer water, infection was definitely a greater concern. Nova will probably need to haul Magpie over to headquarters just to make sure the kid didn’t get any diseases from the sewage.
The cut on the kid’s cheek really only needs a simple bandaid but the laceration on her neck requires gause. It’s hardly a pretty sight but at least it isn’t bleeding too badly. Likely surface level.
She, again, cleans the wound and ignores Magpie’s winses. She applies the gauze to her neck and gently wraps the bandage around. 
Nova lets out the breath she had been holding in, “There. That wasn’t so hard was it?” Despite what she said, her tone was only half heartedly snarky. The villain had caught her off guard and she wasn’t enthusiastic to fail helping the kid again.
Magpie doesn’t respond. Instead, she chooses to stand up again, stumbling in the process. Nova catches and steadies her. Nova tries to check the kid’s head for a bump but the kid bats her hand away. The child frowns and looks away, feigning strength that contradicts her dependance on Nova to keep her steady.
Nova turns her attention away from the ex-renegade and back to the sewers. Inside her jacket, the thrum of her tracker comforts her of the villain’s whereabouts. She pulls it out and watches the flickering red spot’s movements. The blinking green dot marks where she is.
“He hasn’t gotten far. Keep a hold of my arm and on my sig-”
“It’d be easier if you left me behind” The ex-renegade gruffs.
Nova looks at her, “He took your stuff too.” And Nova didn’t want to risk the kid running away the moment she left her sight. But one appealed more to Magpie’s wishes than the other.
Magpie huffs and her attitude returns, “I don’t carry anything too important. I’m not stupid. He just snatched today’s income.” She mumbles something about finding a new bag.
Her nonchalance couldn’t help but make Nova bristle, “Income? Really. You mean what you’ve stolen today.”
“I’m using my powers for something useful now, aren't I?”
“Something useful would be helping people.” Nova couldn’t help the bite that came out in her voice. “Not causing a bigger issue for the Renega-”
“Why would I help them?” Magpie snarls, “Their reputation can go die for all I care. They didn’t help me and they aren’t entitled to my help”
Nova blinks, “What?”
“I know you heard me, don’t lie.”
Nova deadpans, “Oh? Clarify for me.”
“Why should I.” Magpie shoves herself away from her, getting her balance back mostly. She keeps one hand on the sewer wall.
Nova sighs, giving up on getting an answer for her question. Better to not beat around the bush. “What do you mean by ‘they didn’t help’? They were always reaching out! Callum was-”
Magpie scoffs, “Exactly. Callum. Everyone else was in it for my powers.” She grumbles something inaudible and then, “He was too but at least his power let him see past that.” 
Magpie winces in pain and stumbles, Nova rushes to her side to catch her again. Magpie doesn’t bother fighting her again but she does scowl. Nova ignores her and focuses on helping her walk. The kid’s right foot must be sprained or something.
Nova sighs, “Renegades are chosen because of their skillset.”
Magpie huffs “Yeah, well. I signed up for history. Artifacts.” 
“And you barely did anything.”
Magpie blew her hair out of her face. “Then good thing I’m out of your hair now. You don’t have to spare a thought to think about how worthless I am to you lot.”
Nova groans internally. She’d give anything to just drop the kid. “No one thinks you’re worthless. You haven’t been applying yourself so-”
“I have.” Magpie defends.
“Really.”
“Really!”
Nova heavily doubts that but chooses just to roll her eyes. “Well if we’re going to talk about this, why did you leave.” The villain wasn’t too far ahead but he had still made a substantial run for it. They were hardly close enough for their voices to be heard by him yet. From what the tracker suggested, he had paused to look at all his newfound treasures. Likely, he hadn’t noticed the tracker yet. Amateur.
“The renegades are hypocrites now.”
Oh this argument? Nova takes a breath, “They always have been.”
Now it was Magpie’s turn to be skeptical.
Nova continues, “But these kinds of organizations will always have flaws. That’s why good people need to be there to improve them.” Nova never thought she’d see a day where she’d so adamantly defend the renegades but here they were. 
Magpie pipes up again, “And yet they still flaunt the idea everyone is equal” Her words taunt the idea itself in an almost singsong way. “Nobody sees that’s the furthest thing from the truth”
“What do you mean by that?”
“No one is equal just because everyone and their mother has powers now.” She shifts slightly as they walk to turn the corner. “No power comes with the same strength as another. And now prodigies aren’t people who earned it.”
Nova chokes and whips her head around to the kid, “Earned it??”
Magpie puffs her chest out, defending her claim with no hesitance, “Becoming a prodigy comes from survival!” Her fist tightens, “And now there are new “prodigies" that flaunt their power like it’s the same thing!” She pointedly looks at the tracker with the villain’s location. Nova had to admit, she was right for this case.
Despite that, Nova refutes Magpie’s previous claim, “Not all ‘previous’ prodigies got their power out of necessity.”
Magpie bites back, “The majority did. And yet, everyone’s trying to act like nothing has changed for the worse.”
Nova frowns, “What does this have to do with you quitting?”
Magpie shuts her mouth and remains silent. They walk a good chunk for a good chunk of time before Nova opens her mouth, “Oh now you’re silent on me again. Great.”
Magpie groans something closer to a whine. “Why are you so interested anyway??”
“Maybe I want to know what’s in that skull of yours to think it’d be a good idea to disappear for weeks! You worried-”
“I don’t care.” Magpie mutters.
Nova still heard it. “Say that again.” A challenge really.
“They don’t actually mean it.”
Nova barks a humorless laugh, “Yes, (oh boy) yes, they do!”
Magpie whips her head back to Nova, “I was a nuisance! I burdened everyone. I used up resources.” She listed them like they would obviously affect how others would think of her. 
And it did. Not always the way Magpie believed though. 
Nova agrees with her, “Yeah, you were. What does that have to do-”
“Everyone should be happy I’m gone. I’m no longer a stain on their reputation.” She shoves her hands into her pockets. “But then again, they ruin their reputation well enough without me.”  
Nova doesn’t bother trying to interject and correct her again. Instead, she listens to Magpie spout off. She’s fessing up now. 
“I’m on the side that matches my character now, right? At least in their eyes. You should be happy.” Magpie quips, continuing her spiel.
Nova doesn’t say anything for a moment. Taking in the kid’s words. She isn’t really sure if she regrets making Magpie talk again. It was easier when she was silent honestly. Easier on her headache. Regardless, Nova speaks up again, “...That’s it? That’s why you made everyone worry?”
Magpie speaks firmly, “They aren’t actually worried. I can guarantee they just want my superpower and labor. Why would they be worried about me?” 
Nova takes in a deep breath, hopefully warding away her oncoming headache. “Honestly, I have no clue.”
“Told you.” Magpie grunts.
“But.” Nova breathes out, “They are worried regardless. Thunderbird herself asked me to go looking for you. And she doesn’t even like me!” Nova hoped her emphasis on Tamaya’s desperation would convince Magpie but it had the opposite effect.
“If anything that proves my point they don't care.” Magpie chuckles. It wasn’t funny. “Leaving my fate up to an ex-anarchist. If they are so concerned, where are they right now?” It almost sounded like a genuine question. One that flabbergasted Nova to no end.
“Busy! And they have been looking for you. They just also have more important things to do than-”
“Look for a shitty kid?” Magpie finishes for her. Nova’s eyebrows furrow at the wording. “I know you don’t like me. Nobody likes me. I made sure of that.” Of all the things for the thief to be honest about, Nova didn’t think admitting her self fulfilling prophecy would be one of them. “Callum was the only one that- …”
“That what?” Nova pries.
“That…” Magpie’s face scrunches up, a pattern when she’s forced to be vulnerable. “I mean that he was annoyingly persistent. He had a good superpower that… could have changed the world.”
“It did.”
Magpie laughs sourly, “It didn’t.” She shakes her head. “He died.”
“He inspired the people around him.” Nova insisted.
“And look what happened to him.”
A silence falls over the two. An uncomfortable one. Nova honestly isn’t sure what to do. Magpie never seemed the sentimental type in any shape whatsoever. She wouldn’t believe the kid even cared about Callum if she hadn’t seen her sobbing over his dead body last year.
Nova breathes in and breaks the silence, “He… was a martyr.”
Magpie’s voice comes out raw. “So? The wonders he saw shriveled up.”
“That’s not true.”
“Yes, it is. Barely anyone in this city has a shred of pity in their soul.” She spits. “Not without profit. Without glory.”
Nova puffs her chest out, “Bold of you to criticize this of the city.”
“Bold of you to assume I give a shit. I know my hypocrisy. I’m just telling it as it is.”
Something in the way Magpie uttered her last statement makes Nova pause. A sort of Deja vu waving over her. The echo of their footsteps quickly replaced their voices and filled the halls of the concrete and waste maze.
“...sounds pretty lonely.”
“Nice try, Nightmare. I’m not falling for that.”
“I’m not trying to trick you.”
Silence. Nova isn’t surprised by this point. In the corner of her eye she could see Magpie avoiding her gaze, entranced by the mesh of components that make up the concrete below them. Nova briefly glanced at her tracker and chewed on her lip. 
Nova sighs, “Just… Give me a reason to tell Tamaya and the others why you left when I get back.”
Magpie turns to her, squinting her eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Dead. Dead serious.” 
Nova looks at Magpie a second longer and flicks her attention back to the tracker. Magpie opens her mouth and Nova places a finger against it. Magpie's face twists in offense until she realizes what they've stumbled across.
Nova cautiously leans forward to see two men and the lanky villain from before. The lanky villain has donned a new mask, covering his face and neck entirely, masking his ability but protecting him from Nova’s. Magpie freezes and Nova moves her hand to the kid’s shoulder, squeezing gently.
She taps Magpie’s shoulder once. Twice. Magpie blinks and perks up to look at her with a surprised recognition. Nova continues relaying her instructions.
The girl squints her eyes at Nova.  Nova gives her a look and the girl huffs.
"..-. .. -. ." she taps back. The Morse code didn't translate her tone, but Nova could tell from expressions alone the girl’s grumpy agreement [Fine.]. 
Nova places her hand on the wall and points to one of the individuals The Terror stands next to. The one that looks about ready to fall over from nerves. He's holding a hefty chunk of concrete, the torn reinforcing steel at the center. It’s hard to miss the gaping hole in the wall, light shining through it. 
Magpie gives one gentle attempt to pull the bag away from him, it's across the shoulder of the man, but she slumps and gives up soon after. His arms are in the way of cleanly stealing her bag back.
Nova’s head lifts up and she points to the gravel and shards from the mess the group must have made in their haste into the sewers. The girl activates her powers and gathers the shards at her feet. Magpie moves them slowly into the water.
The movement startles the timid man ("Crocodile?!") into dropping the concrete, it breaks half once it meets the ground. The halves splash into the sewer's muck and liquid. One of the dealers smacks him in the head and the Timid dude straightens.
Magpie and Nova breathe a quiet sigh of relief once the merchants return to deciding the price they’ll pay for The Terror’s stolen items. Magpie lifts one slab of concrete slowly, breathing in. The water decreases the difficulty of carrying the concrete slabs, the only challenge will be getting it out.
Nova stays tense. She keeps a finger on the activation tigger of the tracking device. In the past she’s designed and built in the function to employ a heavy magnetic force, stuck to whomever she aimed it at. The corresponding magnetic rope weighs heavy on her gear belt.
“460. Final offer.”
“Deal.”
“Mack, get the fucking rocks, we’re going now.”
“Yes!”
Magpie jolts and lifts the concrete into the air, throwing them at the three. One thwacks the timid man, and he collapses to the floor. The second only grazes the Terror and the other dealer.
Nova activates the tracker, the metal presses tightly against his leg and expands to his knee. Magpie uses her power to shut the messy entry/exit hole. The Terror backs up and the second dealer curses Nova’s hero name. He opens his hand-
Nightmare shoves Magpie out of sight at the corner and dodges the dart flown her way. She runs up and kicks the second dealer into the sewer water before tackling the Terror to the ground. Her netting gun falls from her person in the process.
Magpie pulls her bag to her person, as well as the other (much larger) bag of trinkets and valuables stolen by the graverobber. She pays no attention to Nova punching the Terror and his strikes in return. Roughhousing. None of her business now.
She rummages to check her own stuff is still present, and then peeks through the other bag of belongings. Her eyes catch a card and she fishes it out.
A drivers license, with the name Oliver Berk listed next to a picture of a man.
Magpie doesn’t get to examine it for long. The second dealer hacks up the disgusting “water” and pulls himself out. He grabs Nova’s netting gun. Nova’s too busy keeping the Terror from escaping to notice. The Terror’s clothing covers up her options to force him unconscious in a split second.
Magpie jolts up to her feet and runs out of hiding. “Hey!”
The second dealer looks up just before she shoves herself against the man to grab the gun. He yells in shock and she scrambles to rip the netting gun out of his hand. He grabs her hood and lifts her into the air. “What the hell is this kid doing her-” She aims the netting gun and pins him down.
She goes down with him, only outside of the net. He lets go of her hoodie and she knocks against the concrete. Nova looks up in a panic from the sound, wide eyed and distracted. The Terror kicks her in the stomach and abandons the scene. But not before smashing the tracker device, prying it off of his leg.
###
Nova groans and gets to her feet. The pain eases after a moment. She looks up and breathes a sigh of relief to see Maggie getting to her feet. 
Nova slides down into the gutter between them to reach Maggie sooner. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Breathes Maggie.
Nova strides toward the kid and grabs her shoulders. Magpie freezes. Nightmare checks her head for bleeding, only finding a goose egg. “You got knocked twice in the head today.”
“I’m fine, Nightmare.”
Nova sighs and lets Maggie go. Choosing to walk over to the second dealer, she puts her hand through the net and forces him to fall unconscious. Nova’s phone pings with a new message and Maggie uses her power to snatch it and view it as Nova collects the other dealer from where he dropped.
“How come you didn’t run earlier?” Nova asks Maggie as she looks through the two villains' persons for identification, not before tying them up just in case.
“When?”
“When you grabbed the loot.”
“...ahuh.” Nova scratches her cheek. “And you ran out of hiding because…?”
Maggie pauses and shrugs. “They… could have had more on them”
“If- if he got you then I’d be fucked!” The girl defends herself. “Who here is more experienced with fighting and winning?”
“Okay okay, that’s fair.” Nova collects two identification cards. “These will be helpful at least.” 
Nova accidentally pulled out a photograph when she had searched the man's pockets. She stares at a photo of kids barking a resemblance to the man. She sighs in sympathy.
“I found another.” Maggie pulls over the large bag and hands Nova the driver’s license. “Oliver Berk. No powers recorded on it as of five years ago.”
“It’s outdated?” Nova examines the identification. “It doesn’t match either merchant.”
“The Terror?”
“It’s more likely to belong to someone who died in the past few years.”
Magpie’s nose scrunches, “Why would you steal a driver’s license? They’re worthless.”
Nova gives her a look, “Actually, they’re worth a lot. Especially if you need a new identity.”
Maggie blinks and her cheeks pinken ever so slightly out of embarrassment for not thinking of that possibility. “Well… won’t a dead person’s ID catch eyes? Someone would notice that right?”
“...Who knows anymore.” She sighs.
Maggie pulls out Nova’s phone she snagged earlier and looks at the message. 
“Oh. Her.”
“Who?” 
Maggie shows the screen to Nova. Nova sours for a moment to see Maggie stole her phone. She perks up in interest the moment she recognizes Thunderbird’s contact.
"Was she the one who put you up to looking for me?"
"Yeah why?"
Maggie walks over to the side of one of the men to sit down, crossing her legs. "She, especially, doesn't care. Not really"
"Sounded like she cared to me."
"She cares about my power. How it can be used. She was jumping to sponsor me after I tried out. Though, I bet in a heartbeat she'd want it to be someone else's." Maggie fidgets. "...she’s the reason I got out of the orphanage and a place with the Renegades when I did."
Nova hesitates to respond. She wishes she knew what to say, but she can't think of anything. Nothing that would make anything better. She doesn't know Tamaya well enough to argue or agree.
"...sorry about that, kid."
Maggie shrugs and places the phone down. Nova retrieves it quickly but Maggie's already reverted her attention to searching the merchant's pockets as if it were Christmas.
"You should probably tell her how you feel." Nova tries. "Might help clear up some things…"
Maggie pauses. She changes the subject.
“About your question earlier? About what you should tell them? Yeah… tell them don’t bother.” Magpie says as she packs up her once stolen trinkets, “It’s best for everyone if I stick to being a ‘villain’. If you’re shocked-” she searches the knocked out pawnbroker’s pockets for cash or anything of value, waving around the items to examine them “Don’t be! It’s been a long time coming.” 
Nova at Magpie. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Is that so hard to believe?”
Nova snorts, “No it isn’t. I’m being validated.”
Magpie deadpans as she shoves a very fancy trinket into her bag, “Congratulations. Would you like a metal?”
Nova blinks, “Did you just-”
“MEDAL! Medal. Gah forget it!” Magpie’s face pinkens and she stands to her feet in seconds. She secures her bag in its place, keeping her eyes away from Nova’s amused expression. “Anyway. You know I only care about me.”
“That’s true”
“Callum was the selfless one.”
“Yep”
“And he was wrong about me.”
Nova clicks her tongue, “I mean, I didn’t know him for very long all things considered, but I have a hard time believing Callum could be wrong about something like that.”
“Well, he was.”
She raises her eyebrow, “What exactly did he say about you anyway?”
Magpie scoffs, “What? The potential he saw? The wonders his power “revealed”?”
“Well, yeah. What else.”
“Stupid stuff…” The tween mutters.
Nova pries more, “And that stupid stuff is…?”
“...” Magpie relents after a moment of silence. But not after taking the time to roll her eyes. “He made me think that I could help people… the way I wanted help once.”
“This is stupid. You don’t care.”
Nova pauses and can’t find anything to say about what Magpie just uttered. Nothing that would help. She waits for the kid to say anything more on the subject.
“No- well…” Nova grimaces and sighs, “Why don’t I tell you something.”
Magpie whips her head back to Nova and squints her eyes. Eventually she bites and asks, “Tell me what?”
Nova took a breath and before saying something she hopes she won’t regret telling the 12 year old, “After we defeated Ace Anarchy, I wanted to quit.”
“Quit?” Magpie looks over to her, dumbfounded expression and everything.
“Yep.”
Magpie’s expression lessons. “...Why?”
“I felt I’d do more harm than good staying on the team.” She chuckles, beginning to fidget with her bracelet out of the need to do something with her awkward hands. “After all, my mistakes led to Ace running free for so long. He’s… the reason my family is dead.”
“What? Your…”
Nova nods, pursing her lips, “He hired the assassin. Shot my Mom, Dad, and sister.” Mentioning her long-dead sister made her heart ache. And at the same time, it was odd. She never imagined telling all of this to Magpie one day, and here they were.
Magpie’s eyebrows shoot up, and after a few seconds she utters “oh…”
“Yeah… turns out he kept me ‘cause I was a prodigy. I never knew.”
Maggie’s eyebrows furrow but she doesn’t say anything. The silence draws on longer than comfortable for the two of them. 
“Anyway…” Nova clears her throat. “I’ll always carry the guilt of what I could have done. The deaths I could have prevented are on my shoulders. I could run away, and suffer for what I’ve done and didn’t do.” She then smiles, “Or stick around. Stay with the people that care about me. And try to be better now. Make things better. That’s what the Rejects have been trying for the past year and counting.”
“The rejects?”
“Narcissa’s the leader. I’ll give you a fair introduction to them later if you want.”
Nova coughs, “Anyway, I guess what I’ve been trying to say is, it gets better. You never know where people that get you, show up. And that more people care about you than you ever realize.
“Y’know, when things to crap.”
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Nova sends a quick text before her and Maggie leave. It's to heroes in their area, notifying them of their location, the situation, and the pawnbrokers. She trusts them to handle the two fairly.
It didn’t take very long to find The Terror's next planned location once they rummaged through the two pawnbroker’s pockets and found how they had been communicating with The Terror. 
And the fact The Terror was actually Oliver Berk. The grin on Maggie's face for being right didn't leave for a while. Nova could only sigh. Of course the amateur villain would keep his identification with him.
The amateurness didn't stop, and his weak security both hurt Nova and made her want to laugh. How could you screw this up so badly?? From there she and Maggie had tracked him down to his next location and ambushed him, making quick work of tying him up.
Maggie holds her lucky bullet in her hand and close to her when she stands against the sewer wall and slides down into a sit. She fiddles with it a little and looks at Nova who is finishing up her report to headquarters. Nova rubs her head to ease her headache as she writes. She types up she has apprehended the villain, their location, and a promise to return to hq soon after denying a ride back.
“...My family was murdered too”
“Hm?” Nova turns to Maggie.
“When I was a baby. I don’t know too much. I was found by the landlord or something.” She holds up the bullet. “I just know this gave me my powers.”
Nova blinks and lets her mouth form an ‘o’ shape. Out of all the things today, this wasn't one she thought Maggie would talk about.
The kid holds the bullet closer to her chest, "This is my power. I don't care what you think about me. What anyone thinks. This power is mine and only for me. It is me. It's… how I survive" she grits out.
Nova breathes out a sigh and shrugs, "I mean… I get that.”
“You do?”
Nova nods, “The anarchists weren’t exactly buddy-buddy with me. Even after the age of anarchy, it’s common advice, you could say, to keep your guard up. Just in case.
"And with hindsight, I was only kept alive by my uncle because of my powers…"
Nova couldn’t help but fidget slightly from Maggie’s persistent attention. That stare. Now that the kid was actually listening it was almost unnerving. The kid’s piercing blue gaze only assisted the look.
“And some shitty things have happened to me. No surprise there. My new friends help me out with that now.”
Maggie’s concentration on what she says breaks the next second, and she snorts, “What are you even suggesting. Getting cheesy friends may have worked for you, but it won’t fix anything for me. We aren’t the same.” Maggie looks away from her with a scowl. “I have nothing. Nothing of my old life. Blurry memories maybe. But no photos. No gravestones. No names.”
Nova pauses and frowns. Maybe sympathetically. She doesn’t really know. “You don’t need those to move on.”
“Says the renegade with photos, and memories, and names, and graves to say goodbye to.” 
“I lost most of the photos a long time ago. And,” She raises her finger to emphasize her point, “my sister’s corpse was never recovered so watch your mouth.”
“At least you know her name”
“Will you please just work with me!? I just” Nova breathes in. “I want to hold out an olive branch. Because… you aren’t nearly as alone as you think.”
Maggie stays quiet. Nova fills the space.
“Look, we definitely got off on the wrong foot” She pauses and bites her lip. “Pun, not intended.” Nova ignores the incredulous look Magpie gives her.
“But. I don’t want to see someone else go through what I did alone.”
“We. Are not. The same.”
“No, we aren’t. But pretty damn close, dontcha think?” Nova chuckles lightly, but is met with Magpie’s continued silence. “Yeah okay, that wasn’t funny.”
Nova heads over to where the villain had been tied up and readjusts the knots, she needs something to do with her hands. “We can leave soon and forget this ALL happened if you want. Just know this, I am lucky to have gotten back so much.”
“I could have told you that.”
Nova ignores her. “But for the longest time… I didn’t know I had that much to be returned. I thought everything about my past died that night, aside from my memory. Even my bracelet wouldn’t be as important to me, without that memory. That memory was my drive and it still is.”
Maggie’s quiet when she responds, her overgrown bangs hover over her eyes and shade them. “I tried moving on.”
“Did you?”
“I moved on… by staying alive.” Maggie lets out a breath. “Who cares if they didn’t come back. Or if I have nothing left. It’s me now. Those pieces are dead and I’m the one who’s living.”
“Good. Stay alive. But that living person can’t have any friends? Any support?”
“I can’t say goodbye to my sister.”
Maggie looks up at her, “You were telling the truth?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
Maggie doesn’t answer and lets Nova continue.
“They have a gravestone in place, but she isn’t there.”
“They couldn’t find a simple corpse? That is… hilariously incompetent.” Maggie almost deadpans.
“Yeah well, doesn’t change I can’t say goodbye. Or hello. Tell her about my day. About an awful coworker. A competition for kids that… she’d be the same age as. And,” Nova blinks, “I can’t say happy birthday, either.”
Maggie’s eyebrows furrow.
“She… uh… Evie. Would have turned thirteen this week…”
“...thirteen?” The silence could only be described as all consuming. And Maggie’s tone was undecipherable.
“Yeah.”
Maggie only stares at Nova. Her eyes focusing on her like a hawk. In disbelief? In sadness? Nova never would think of empathy to be an emotion Maggie would display before tonight, but she’s been surprised on the contrary before.
Maggie’s lip twitches. Her lips form into a scowl, bringing the rest of her expression with it. Her hackles raise. “Oh yeah. Very funny.”
Nova blinks in confusion. “What??”
“I’m not gonna fall for that.” She pushes herself off the wall she had been leaning against.
“I’m not lying.”
“You’ve done it before, Insomnia.” Nova squints her eyes and Maggie continues, “Twelve years after a home invasion? Murderer on the loose with a gun?! Yeah, as if. You just want to trick me!”
“Why would I do that??” Nova returns Magpie’s volume, “Why would I lie-”
“I am thirteen years old.”
Nova blinks incredulously, “...W-what?
“And whatever sick trick you’re playing on me isn’t funny. I won’t go back to headquarters. You can’t fool me. Is this what they're training Renegades to do now? Fuck with people’s heads?!”
Nova’s mouth remains wide open out of offense, and she has to remember to close it as her expression heats up. She’s speechless from this accusation before she speaks up, “You’re talking nonsense! Why are you- what does-” she flounders to make sense of the conclusion Magpie has come up with “You- You’re thirteen?”
Magpie scoffs, “Yeah. Thirteen. Just short a month after I was admitted to the orphanage. After- …after my family died.” She quiets but keeps her glare on Nova. “But you already knew that didn’t you.”
Nova’s furrowed expression stays put until she digests what Magpie is saying. Her expression slowly lessons and her eyes widen. She steps back.
The thirteen year old blinks, “What?”
“I’m not making this up, Magpie.”
“What do you mean you aren’t making this up.”
“I… I’m telling the truth. I wouldn’t lie about this.”
“Well I’m not lying either.” Maggie intended to spit the truth out but the moment she said it the more it seemed Nova’s words were also ruminating in her head too. Her eyes widen but it doesn’t match Nova’s expression.
Nova’s face pales and her eyes dart to the hand that Maggie grips her bullet with. A… a bullet?
“It can’t be…”
###
Life, has been a nauseating rollercoaster for Maggie.  Especially for today. A day she thought wouldn't be stressful for once. Calmer even. 
Sure, she planned to snag more than a few trinkets to pawn but today she didn’t want to have to run away from annoying heroes. The ones that get upset with her theft. Frankly, she didn’t want to think about them either. One stop at the food drive was plenty of that interaction.
Maggie didn't think about the heroes that saw her at the food drive and did nothing. The ones who've been in the area enough to know only people in poverty end up here. She didn't think about never seeing Sketch's team once.
Not… not that she'd want to see them! They'd only nag her.
The point is… she didn’t want to run, or get hurt. The last few weeks she's stayed away from ugly fights and for a reason. Her goal is to survive, not get some wound infected and die from a disease.
And yet, she had to run from the annoying Nightmare and was cut up by the latest piece of gossip, The Terror. Who… she also had not been keen on running into. The sting on her cheek and pain from her neck were sour reminders of that failure.
But even when she had been shoved into the sewage, her foot stomped on, Nightmare still helped her. Hell, Nova looked concerned after the second fight.
And she never expected Nightmare to… be nice to her. Like, ever. In the beginning she was just as annoying as before but… Maggie never would have predicted it.
Maggie also never thought she and Nova could work together. 
It unnerved her a little when Nightmare told her things that, Maggie would never tell if in Nova's position. Why would Nova trust her with all this information? 
Heck, Maggie thought she had it figured out for a moment. That Nova was actually backstabbing and exploiting her knowledge of Maggie’s past to trick her. It made sense. 
Her mind was eager to brush aside the last hour. It was all fake, right?
But this. 
This isn’t how a fucked up villain would react to being found out. For lying the entire time.
Maggie grips her lucky bullet in her hand. 
Today has been a rollercoaster. And Maggie hates rollercoasters.
The silence between the two stretches on for hours. Or a minute. Who was she to tell? 
Nova? 
Nova’s her… sister?
The thing about Maggie is, she hates hoping. She despises the very concept. When she was younger, she hoped all too much. Too many nights she spent staying up listening to the grownups and their phone calls. Waiting for someone to call, asking for her. Someone to walk through the doors one day, and call her theirs.
Waiting for her sister to burst through the doors, apologizing for leaving her with one big hug.
The very thought makes her nauseous nowadays. How could she have been so naive. Wasted all that time hoping. Focusing on a what if rather than what she could do. She could do so much. 
She left.
And now she’s here. And now her sister is here. Well, maybe her sister. 
Nova is murmuring something Maggie can’t quite follow, her hand is over her mouth as several emotions flicker across her face. She looks about ready to barf, and Maggie couldn’t blame her if she did. The kid feels ill enough to join her, honestly.
She wants to shut down the possibility all together. That her sister really is gone and she’s not right in front of her, staring at Maggie like she’s seeing a ghost. The hope and trepidation in Nova’s eyes that Maggie stomped in her own a long time ago.
Nova pinches the bridge of her nose and walks over to The Trashbag and hoists the villain over her shoulder. She mumbles something under her breath, Maggie can't make out.
Something grabs Maggie’s hand and she jolts, ripping her hand away and whips her head toward- Nova. Nova’s hand is shaking and she seems to be trying to keep her calm. Upon further inspection, Maggie realizes she’s trembling too. Why is she doing that?
“Maggie…”
Maggie clenches her fist, and lets Nova hold her hand in a tight grip, before exiting the sewers.
###
Nova jumps out of the cab with Maggie close behind, she rushes out a “thankyousomuchsorry!” to the cab driver still frozen from the two renegades and villain that hitched a ride. She makes a mental note to pay them back later.
She sees headquarters' front entrance light up the darkening sky as she approaches. Her head throbs once she walks in and meets the fluorescent lights. Nova unceremoniously drops the villain on the ground and ignores the shocked staff when she beelines for the medical suite. She never once lets go of Maggie's hand.
Her mind notes the sound of heroes telling Mr Berk his rights before they take him away for interrogation. Nova opens the door to the medical suite and the bustle of the front lobby muffles once the door is shut.
Maggie lags behind as Nova reaches the counter, asking for a kinship test. 
Nova's breathing feels wrong. She could see from the rise and fall from her chest that she wasn't hyperventilating. But it felt too slow. Every breath was too big. Suffocating her.
The person from behind the counter hands her the box containing the test. She holds it carefully and can only stare. After a moment the person at the desk looks at her in confusion and gets her attention.
"It's just a mouth swab, Sweetie. Don't worry" the person offers her a smile. Nova's cheeks pinken and she mutters a thank you before practically running back to where she left Maggie.
Nova takes another breath. It, is just a saliva test. When it comes down to it, it won't even be painful.
Her eyes catch the labeling. Sibling kinship test.
Her gut twists from the word. 
…could Maggie really be…
"What's taking you so long?"
Nova whips her head up to look at Maggie's furrowed expression.
"Ah, nothing nothing. It's fine." Nova opens the cardboard box, the thick paper glowing the box closed tears apart. She presses the flaps aside and dumps the innards onto the small table offered in the room. Maggie eyes the tests with trepidation.
Nova takes a deep breath in, "Magpie"
The thirteen year old looks back at her.
"I… if. This confirms anything. …We don't need to do anything about it immediately. If, you don't want to." Nova hands the tween one of the still packaged swabs. "I don't want you to think… that you're obligated to anything."
The thirteen year old grabs her own sleeve to tug on slightly as she stares at the test. Not touching it.
"...what if it doesn't…"
"Doesn't… confirm anything?" Nova finishes. "...well. Still, you don't have to do anything." Nova rubs the back of her neck "but, feel free to talk to me."
Maggie looks up at her with a skeptical squint. "Why?"
"On the streets, support systems are vital if you don't want to end up dead within a month" Nova smiles. "It could just be a phone number, okay?"
"No, I mean, why do you still want to talk after all the times I stole your bracelet."
"I have a funny feeling you won't be trying that again. Not unless you want the Renegades on your back" Nova shoots the girl a look that says 'right?'. Maggie can't refute that.
From the many years of technological development and the growth of prodigies, some things have taken less time to analyze than before. What would have taken a few days could now receive results in a couple hours or so.
Maggie hesitates before opening the plastic package and retrieving the mouth swab.
An agonizingly long couple hours. Better than the alternative but still an infuriating amount of time to wait for DNA testing results. 
Nova convinced Maggie to have the wounds she received by The Terror checked for infection in the meantime. 
Though one of the nurses nearby grabbed her as well to be patched up. Maggie laughed at her, and her initial shock and realization of what she neglected to do. It didn't take long for the nurse to finish patching Nova up. Sent back to the cold waiting room soon after…
It was easier to forget what they were waiting on with the distractions.
Nova looks at her phone again. She doesn't unlock the screen but she does view the time. And the texts she's received from Adrian and Tamaya. Both have been caught up in an incident downtown and would be there as soon as possible. Though, she warned Tamaya to wait until Maggie wanted to talk to her. Nova decided against telling Oscar, Ruby, and Danna what happened.
It could be completely coincidental. More doubt settles in Nova's mind the longer she waits. 
When Maggie returns, Nova doesn't look at her. She fiddles with her hands, she almost wishes she had one of her inventions or something to do.
Finally, someone calls for them. Nova whips her head up and stiffens. This… is really happening. Her brain feels like it's still trying to catch up to the events around her. She stands up and looks at Maggie. The girl tenses and freezes up.
Nova goes to check the results without her. She could almost hear the quiet sigh of relief.
Someone, with a stereotypical lab coat, on hands her the envelope containing the printed results. 
Nova doesn't catch much of the explanation of how the DNA match results were determined, but she appreciates it nonetheless.
She leans against the wall and slowly wills her fingers to open the letter.
It's been a little more than 12 years since her family was killed.
Her hands tremble as she slowly takes the folded paper from inside.
She remembers every gunshot. 
BANG! 
She remembers hiding in that cramped closet.
BANG!
Nova takes a deep breath.
Evie's crying was cut short with one final…
BANG!
She unfolds the paper.
Ace never let her see Evie's bloodied corpse. The last time she saw Evie was when she left her sleeping body to check on her parents. When everything changed.
They never got to see a funeral. Nova never knew what happened to the bodies. Ace never gave up any details on the subject.
Looking at the paper was disorienting at first until her eyes caught onto the letters and began to read. Alleged Sibling was typed at the top of two columns, above "Nova Artino" and "Margaret White".
She keeps her thumb over the results number but the more she looks, the more numbers that match. 
Nova moves her thumb and stared at the paragraph beneath the total index.
Her eyes are dragged to the nines in the percentage listed. 
DNA testing done to determine siblingship of the alleged siblings. Based on testing results obtained from analyses of the DNA loci listed, the probability of full-siblingship is 99.8%. The likelihood they share a biological father is….
…not a coincidence then
The air leaves Nova's lungs the next second. She couldn't even read the rest before she began to sway. She braces herself against the wall and does her best to lower herself to the ground safely. 
Nova took in another breath but it came out as a strangled sob. Her face is wet. When did she start crying?
Maggie's Evie.
Evie is Maggie. Magpie.
Evie's… alive.
How??
Her mind remembers the bullet in Maggie's hand. It… gave Maggie her powers…
She hears Adrian come through the doors before she sees him in her blurry vision. His Sentinel uniform is mostly covering him still.
Nova holds a hand over her mouth and stumbles to her feet. 
"Nova-"
Nova runs past her confused boyfriend, who voices his confusion and concern immediately after.
She runs out into the waiting room and her eyes dart around, looking for-
"Nova?"
Nova whips her head to the source of the sound. Her eyes first catch the shiny gleam of the cold blue light reflecting a choppy hair cut, greasy and dark, donned on the thirteen year old.
Evie looks up.
Her eyes are her mother's. A piercing grayish blue. The same ones that sobbed her heart out due to a fever twelve years ago. The little baby girl who's crying was cut off. Cut off by the same gunshot that has echoed in Nova's head since she was six.
"Nova?"
Nova's world spins slightly but she continues to stare. She feels frozen, her hands possessed when she tightly clutches the warm printed paper.
Evie's eyebrows furrow in apprehension, her hackles raising. She stands up. "What? What is it?!"
Nova can only stare. 
A beat passes.
Evie backs up slowly and before Nova can say anything, the girl runs out of the room like a startled deer. Shoving past everyone in her way of the exit door.
Adrian's voiced confusion snaps Nova out of it. He tries to say something to her but she can't articulate what exactly. She runs after the kid.
Nova throws open the door and bursts outside, looking around wildly. Her heart is thumping, ready to burst from her chest. She curses her eyes for blurring her vision with streaming tears. She feels sick. 
Steps skidding around the corner alert her attention and she follows in haste.
Her breathing is heavy, and she can see each hot breath she pants dissipate into the cold air.
Curses flood Nova's head when whips around her corner and doesn't see the kid. Where…
Her eyes dart around as she catches her breath. She… she couldn't have imagined Evie… could she… is Maggie still in-
Her eyes finally catch a huddled figure in a more obscure section of the wall. If Nova's thoughts weren't running wild, she probably would have caught the kid immediately.
The wall is uneven, a section jutting out, allowing someone to hide right one of the walls. The girl sits next to the large garbage bin. Honestly, it's a half hearted attempt at hiding. Maybe she didn't even mean to hide.
Just needed to get away.
Nova's shoulders relax and she stays where she stands. Nova keeps her eyes away from the twelve year old girl, willing herself to stop trembling. 
Nova takes in a shaky breath and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment. She only needs a moment.
The silence is deafening.
Nova wipes her eyes and clenches the printed test results.
"Is…" She starts and stops, clearing her throat. Come on Nova! Be at least somewhat composed about this! "Is that the bullet… the one that…"
That killed you. Killed her. Almost. It almost killed her, now. It almost killed you, didn't it?
"...how would I know." The twelve year old looked like she meant to spit the sentence out, but it came out more exhausted and dim. "I was a baby." The girl holds the bullet tightly in her palm, curling into herself.
Nova's mouth opens and closes for a moment. Magpie's skin prickles when she stares for too long.
Magpie bites, "what?"
"Look. It- … it's hard to go from believing your baby sister was shot and murdered to finding out she's been alive and… well… you"
Maggie weakens slightly and turns her head away…
"Is it disappointing?"
Nova's features furrow after Maggie's question. She responds, with a question. "Is it disappointing that I'm your sister that disappeared?" Nova's voice is sore. This day has been exhausting for the two of them.
"I… I don't know." Maybe it would have been before today. Or if Maggie was still searching for her sister even when she met Nova. "I just thought… I didn't have anyone left…"
Nova sat in silence for a bit, biting her trembling lip, "... Me too."
Nova, uncomfortable with looking down at Maggie, decides to walk over and sit beside the kid. Not terribly close, but close enough that after a long pause, Maggie sort of leans onto her shoulder. 
Nova can barely feel it, like Maggie's hovering just the slightest so that she wasn't actually pressing fully against her. 
Ready to flee.
Nova doesn't comment. And Maggie speaks up, in a vulnerable tone unlike any Nova had heard from Maggie before. Even compared to tonight's dizzying developments. 
Closer to a whisper. 
"...you really thought I was dead?"
"Maggi- Ev- '' she breathes out. "...yeah. When I heard the gunshot and her… your crying stopped…" Nova has to stop herself, she purses her lips. She locks her eyes on the lamp hanging in front of the brick wall parallel to them. Studying how it reflects.
"…so. You didn't mean to leave… me? You… you would have stayed?"
Nova looks over, her eyes are wide and she tells herself to not get emotional. Don't. Her head whispers lingering doubts that… this isn't even real. "Yeah… " Nova feels a little breathless. 
It certainly doesn't feel real.
Magpie turns away, staring blankly at the same brick wall. The wall behind them feels the same. She blinks, trying to make sense of it all, "so…"
"So?"
"You were here…the whole time…"
"Yeah… Sorry. …that I couldn't have been before"
"Okay…" Maggie hunches closer into herself. "This sucks."
Nova looks over, "why's that?"
Maggie doesn't answer her question. "Do we know for sure that the blood samples matched? Test it again!" Maggie pulls her sleeve down, holding her pale boney arm out to Nova. Nova blanches.
"Wh-what?! Maggie, you know the equipment they have is the best in the city. It's not a mistake." Nova frowned at her. "Plus, they're saliva tests, not blood."
"Well-! Well… …" Maggie purses her lips, holding them shut as her mind thinks and catches up. Nova's mind still hasn't, truth be told. "Then what are we going to do now,"
Nova takes a deep breath, "I don't know." She fiddles with her bracelet, "...Do you want your records updated?"
Maggie blinks, "You have them?"
Nova weakly smiles in a wistful way, "Yeah. The renegades made sure to file them. Let's just say… they felt guilty" she couldn't help but grunt the last part out.
Maggie blinks and looks up, "Really?"
"Yeah. You, uh, wouldn't remember, but Captain Chromium promised our family's safety and… you know how that played out."
Maggie pauses and then huffs, “That’s not surprising” she pauses again to think. “Does that mean… I have a birth certificate?”
Nova sat up a little straighter, “Yeah. Evie Artino…” She wet her lips and wiped her tear stained cheeks, "...twelve years now. They brought her- you home a few days after. I got to meet you at the hospital already. Along with… our uncle."
Maggie frowned. "Ace Anarchy. Lovely family bonus points I guess…"
"He didn't seem so bad at the time."
"That's how they trick you."
"Yeah,"
Maggie just slightly nudges closer to Nova, "what day?"
"The…" Nova opens her mouth only to close it again. "...well. I guess this means happy birthday." Nova's small smile stretches as far as it could on her face. Not much considering the amount of restraint she had to not cry. "Happy Birthday, Evie Artino."
Nova remembers being a kid and ecstatic for her sister's first birthday. She fully planned out the cake and decorations right alongside her mom who had to remind her they couldn't afford to go all out. 
She was sad at the time but she was determined to sing super loud for her sister when the day came. And give her even better gifts when Evie gets older.
After the final gunshot, Nova threw all of those hopes away. Burned them to ashes, really.
Maggie frowns for a moment and looks away for a moment to wipe her eyes with her fist. She turns back and without a word, sits her head back to where it had previously been close to Nova.
Nova feels the weight this time.
"I don't know… I don't know what I want…" Maggie thought she knew at one point. She knew exactly what she wanted. To be a little orphan Annie, found by her full family and welcomed with big open arms. It didn't matter who found her. As long as someone found her and loved her.
But now? She's given up on that fantasy for so long that anything remotely similar is… unfamiliar. She can't navigate this. It still… doesn't feel real.
Nova shrugs and says, "That's fair. I don’t really know either” she chuckles softly “Never thought Evie… you could be alive. Much less a prodigy.” 
She straightens slightly, not enough to nudge the girl off her arm though. Maggie's (surprisingly) skittish enough that Nova could even say she's like a bird, quick to fly away. 
Nova frowns, “I can only imagine what Ace could have done if he knew…” The arm Nova had subconsciously placed around her sister tightens slightly before she reminds herself it’s okay. He’s dead. He can’t use Maggie like how he used her.
Magpie blinks and cringes, “Working for that crusty old terrorist? Pass.”
“You wouldn’t know any different.”
“I grew up in an orphanage.” Maggie grunts, “They aren’t exactly known for their good conditions. I learned that and didn’t know any different.”
Nova sighs, “I know. Were they… bad to you?”
Maggie shoves a hand into her pocket, fiddling with her bullet. “They weren’t good, let's just just say that…”
Nova frowns, her chest tightens and she has the strangest feeling of… protection come over her? 
Would it have been different before she knew who Maggie was? Maybe… maybe not.
"What did they do?"
"What do you think? Everyone was either wasted off their arses or busy setting fire to the nearest building out of some petty revenge…" Maggie pauses, "They… uh… somehow never set fire to the orphanage itself. I bet they wanted to."
"I get that. Honey frequently downed bottles of booze when she could."
"I didn't think the anarchists had the money for that sort of thing"
"We didn't. I ran, er, 'errands' a few times"
Maggie blinks, "Wait, you stole??"
"I was an anarchist, kid."
The kid huffs, "Hypocrite."
Nova chokes, "I- that's different."
"Is it?"
"Yes, actually. I'm an- was. Was an Anarchist." Nova coughs. “You were stealing as a Renegade”
“Same difference.”
“I… Whatever.” Nova rolls her eyes. “Drunk bastards raised you?”
"Meh, they don't deserve that much credit."
"Fair." Nova frowns and looks over at Maggie. She notices Maggie tense and returns to the topic, "Anyway, just say the word and I'll pull the strings I need to get your records fixed."
"...thanks" Maggie murmurs, "Maybe later."
Nova rubs Maggie's arm as she relaxes. Nova's head buzzes with questions but she'll save them for later.
Then. Maggie asks. "canIhugyou?" Rushing out the sentence before she could chicken out. Her cheeks pinken ever so slightly.
Nova blanches, "er, Sur-?" Maggie cuts her off and hugs her tightly, squeezing her for a moment. Nova blinks and slowly puts her arms around the 12 year old too. She doesn't even mind the spot on her clothes getting wet from where Maggie has buried her face. 
Nova rubs her back and squeezes back too. She presses her lips thinly together and hugs her close. The kid's body weaves with silent sobs. Nova lets the tears fall from her eyes as she rubs her sister's back.
"Hey" She says softly, "You good?"
Maggie nods lethargically, not moving from the hug.
"Do you still want another test done?" Nova's lip twitches up slightly.
"I… don't want to head back inside yet"
"It's getting late"
Maggie makes a noise, it tells Nova she really doesn't care. At all. 
"It's warm inside"
"No" Maggie huffs quietly.
"Okay" Nova chuckles and rubs Maggie's arm, "thennnn…. how about we go somewhere else… warmer preferably."
Maggie pulls away a little bit to look at Nova.
"It's your birthday so, how about we head over to a restaurant or something. Your pick." Nova suggests, "We can hang out there till you're ready to talk to everyone else."
"I thought restaurants close earlier than that"
"Kid, I don't sleep. I know a few All Night Open places if your pick closes too soon."
Maggie pulls away completely and fiddles with her bullet in her pocket. "I… don't mind that." She whips her head up. "You have to promise not to make the waiters sing."
Nova blinks and laughs, snapping her fingers, "Darn, there goes my plans!"
Maggie scowls and squints at her.
She sighs dramatically, "I promise I won't."
"Won't what?"
"I won't make them sing" Nova smiles and stands up, opening her phone and sending a quick text. "Everyone inside can wait a little longer now that they know you're breathing. No promises they won't try to sing to you later."
"They're not allowed."
"I'll tell them that." Nova holds out a hand to Maggie, offering to help her up. "Got any restaurant requests yet? Fast food?"
Maggie hesitates and accepts her hand, "...your favorite. Whatever it is…"
"Okay"
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Nova sets the finished food dishes to the side of their booth's table. She rubs Maggie's arm as the kid breathes in and out slowly. Her eyelids twitch from dreaming. She puts her coat back on Maggie after it slowly slid down.
Their private booth's light flickers from the fancifully decorated lantern. The warm light thankfully gentle to her, albeit dimming, headache. A waiter had offered to find some ice earlier but she declined politely.
Nova's phone lights up again from another text. She sighs and clicks her phone off. They can wait for a little while, she's already explained enough for now. Though she's surprised by their resilience to check up on them. It's been hours since they left.
Her hand plays with Maggie's hair. Moving it out of the kid's face, not bothering too much with some of the tangles. She does her best to keep her thoughts off of how tonight's events will change everything in the future. 
Nova is more than content with staying with her sleeping sister, the one that is unconsciously hugging her. On her birthday.
After texting Adrian, he thankfully understood and avoided texting questions, despite the thousands Nova is sure he has.
Someone knocks on a clipboard outside and the booth's curtain opens a little. The waiter waves apologetically and notices Maggie is sleeping before they speak. The waiter smiles and takes the dirty dishes, handing Nova a to-go box like she requested earlier.
Before the server leaves, they put two plates on the table. Both with a slice of chocolate cake. Nova quietly thanks them and hands them the paid check, along with the generous tip.
After the waiter leaves, Nova carefully packs up the remaining food for leftovers without waking Maggie up. Her phone lights up from another text and she sees the time. 
Nova pulls out a candle and a matchbox. She sets them both to the side. She grabs her phone and decides to open up her camera app. She takes a picture.
Showing her, the cake slices, and Evie.
She puts out the match and takes a quick picture. Showing Evie, her, and the candle.
…she stares at it. The candle ended up in the frame. A single candle. 
She wishes she could've gotten the number of candles accurate to her sister's age, but this was all the restaurant had left. Plus, 13 candles wouldn't fit in a single slice. 
Yet, strangely, it almost feels poetic now. One candle for the first birthday they missed. God, now her thoughts were corny. Must have been the Everharts' influence on her.
But she accepts the cringe. And she thinks about herself 13 years ago. Little six year old Nova, excited for her baby sister's first birthday.
Nova loved the idea of celebrating her sister's birthday the exact time she was born. Her parents, not so much, given Evie was born close to midnight. Nova's still not completely sure where she heard the idea from at six years old.
Nova hums a little, and remembers practicing the song they would sing once it was time to. The one she still hasn't sung in a while. She smiles a little.
"Happy birthday… to you"
Nova grabs the candle and places it in the center of Evie's cake slice as she softly sings the lyric. She lights the match.
"Happy birthday to you"
Evie's eyes blink awake lethargically, shifting a little bit to adjust her position. The girl sleepily looks at Nova as the ex-anarchist lights the birthday candle. 
Nova didn't need the waiter's assistance after getting permission earlier. Perks of saving the owner she supposes.
"Happy birthday, dear Evie."
She lets out a breath, saying her sister's name with a smile. Nova tucks a few strands of hair behind Evie's ear. Evie tiredly nuzzles into Nova's arm to get closer, but she does keep an eye on the candle as it flickers. She doesn't look at her, but Nova knows Evie is paying attention.
"Happy Birthday to you"
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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 months
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hello steeeeephhhh :D
yet another rant incoming - hold on! (or ignore your choice lmao)
but like-
OKAY.
idk why it took me so long to watch the rdj sherlock holmes movies but like... HAHAAHAHAHAH HOW CAN A MOVIE TRY SO DESPERATELY TO BE STRAIGHT AND END UP SO BEAUTIFULLY GAYYYYY
lmaoooo literally can't. it's just too funny!!!
i watched them both (are there really only two?) (nvm i just looked it up myself - yes there are only two)
thaha. holmes constantly trying to sabotage watson's relationship with mary and watson actually giving in to holmes' attempts to keep him company... it is hilarious!
OH aaalso... the first one was made before the bbc show right? it's funny to see the parallels between those!
(bbc did better but honestly nothing will ever be better than bbc sherlock to me...)
(jude law is an amazing watson!!! not entirely convinced of rdj as sherlock holmes. maybe i didn't buy his british accent xD (or maybe i am just too big of a sucker for benny boi xD) (who am i kidding ofc i am too big of a sucker for benefit cumbernoodle))
ANYGAYS!!! i hope youre okay and i am sending you hugs!!!
btw i am sorry for my random rants in your inbox but... i don't know i just love the way you interact with your asks... ask-people? what is that called??? idk but i hope you know what i mean!)
whoop!! reminded me of how much i love sherlock haha (not that i could ever forget i am just in desperate need of a rewatch)
(am i making too many brackets?) (i totally am) (shut up turtely it's getting awkward) OKAYYYY BYYEEE
love you take care youre wonderful and loved and beautiful and perfect just the way you are and I NEED TO STOP AND BRING THIS TO AN END NOW!!!
-🐢
Hey Turtely!!!
OMG I LOVE RDJ Holmes, and it's so BEAUTIFUL. The first one came out in 2009, and Sherlock came out in 2010, so yes, RDJ Holmes was first, and I fell in love with that one first (I got into Sherlock in 20...13? Just before season 3). The two RDJ films are still a couple of my faves, and there's been talks for YEARS for a third one (I know both RDJ and Law want to do it, but I think the problem is all the issues plaguing WB...)
AND OMG the BEST PART?? Law literally shamed a reporter for calling their relationship a bromance; I think they BOTH want the third one to be an explicit queer relationship, but I think the big hurdle is the studio interference and (BEFORE 2023) was the remaining copyrights not having expired. NOW that all the ACD canon is public domain, the big hurdle is the WB.
Anyway, I love them, SO MUCH. I ship them SO hard, and now I think I'm gonna go rewatch the movies because they're SO beautiful. I love them to bits.
Since it's been over a decade since the last one, I would LOVE SH3 to explore them older and together. I think that would be lovely.
I have a lot of fun stuff in my rdj holmes , ritchie holmes , and sherlock holmes 2009 tags you can check out!
And thank you for your kind words. I will try my best to take care of myself <3 My heart is a squishy at the praise LOL
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luvring · 9 months
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Niaaaa //wailing, heaving, rolling around on the floor
I cannot stress enough how much I adore your works and love rereading all of them from time to time
Am here to ask if you have any more touchstarved hcs,, or thoughts,, im dying over here
Literally starved for content
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gn!reader | REG!!! //waving both hands, jumping up and down giggling. Thank U. this is an honour and incredible compliment. scary bc my old works are...old... but Thank u. U mean the world 2 Me. i didn't thoroughly check what hcs i've already said so sorry there's repeats orz
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i'm not saying the LIs would all go to the barbie movie but if someone does make art of that please let me know and tag me especially if it has the i am kenough shirt
they ruined my life saying kuras doesn't eat how is he going to join my girl dinners now. /j but i'll continue to believe he can appreciate how good a meal looks! & he can still sit with you and try to get his hands on your favourite meals for you to enjoy :-)
that thing where they do push-ups and kiss you when they come down with...leander was the first one i thought of tbh. but if you aren't able to lie underneath him he'd just ask for the same amount once he's done!
leander doing the thing he did in the prologue where he took his glove off with his teeth every so often just to see your reaction. like if you react in an amusing flustered staring at him kind of way. i couldn't relate personally (lying) (liar) (huge lie)
i'm sorry for my leander bias but if one of his favourite things is MASQUERADES and we don't see him at a MASQUERADE well it's so joever like him in a suit and mask and showing off how he knows how to fit in because of his past and also he can waltz now or something I'm dizzy i can't breathe
ais using 0.5 camera on people while they're caught off guard. him asking you to take a video of the fight For him because he's going to be part of it. vere selfie folder. mhin 5 followers no icon no posts gc lurker.
mhin would stick to enough of a routine that they'd have a specific spot to sit at different places,,, like a cafe or the library or bus... corner. it's one of the corners. and when someone's taken the spot they're thrown off then have to walk around for a new one (not happy about this) but take it back once they leave. you spend enough time together and they start keeping the spot next to them open for you
^ also they'd always order the exact same thing at restaurants. wouldn't like going to a new place because now they have to find a new default order. just like me fr
is no one going to talk about the idea that vere doesn't like snow because he's chained outside and it's cold . to be fair it could Totally be for a less sad reason like how it gets his Fur Wet (valid) but i've been thinking about that possible angst
also his gloves are just. like. ? odd. inverse drawing gloves. claws... but why only the 3 fingers.... btw his outfit means a constant thigh holding opportunity
kuras and mhin having long conversations about alchemy and sharing their findings with each other ;; mhin at some point getting just a Little excited about something and kuras choosing not to comment on it but being happy to see them let their walls down a little ;; o(-(
ais coming into your room and wordlessly lying next to you in bed and when asked if he needs something he says no? with a smile. he was just feeling lonely and wanted to find you
saying "you look like you can't swim" or "you are an odd individual" to any and all of them . something about it is amusing to me
if you celebrate christmas or like the idea of kissing underneath some mistletoe,, i think it's a good thought that you hold one over your head and wait for a kiss Or that Some of the LIs would Definitely do that themselves.
who do you guys think has the saddest birthday celebration (/no celebration at all.) who's relating to girls who spend their birthday alone and crying and be honest with me
rambling but i just want to say kuras's monster form looks sick as FUCK and i'm so excited for it. it looks like whatever left the scar on his hand seems to be there.. in his monster form...? i thought it was a claw but the positioning is under/through the hand so like??. do i have to bring up the significance of that if true
also is his outfit (minus his jacket)...like a jumpsuit... or can i just not tell because of his three (?) belts. that's not how you wear belts btw /lh. and is the sheer part Part of the top or is he wearing something sheer underneath the white. his sleeves are also sheer but the neckline means his shoulders are out . take off ur jacket
also mhin !! i want to know how big they get and if the transformation is sickening to watch and if they're still aware of everything around them and !!! THERE IS A SPINE(?) COMING OUT FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE SILHOUETTE THAT I NEED TO SEE NOW! & i'm assuming the senobium is Shit so even if we do get in there and get 'help' there would be another shitty price to pay. possible bad ending...??
scenes with all their monster forms where you're asked if you're scared and you say no / yes but you care about them and they falter because they didn't expect that
true good ending is everyone meeting at the wet wick and making a toast and laughing and saying this truly was our touchstarved before the credits roll
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veeveex3 · 2 years
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Songs that the Twisted Wonderland students would sing at Karaoke
Tags: crack, suggestive (?) (more like in a jokey way + some of the songs are mature / explicit), my uncreative ass song choices (I'm sorry lol)
AN: i just thought this would be funny and a nice break from the longer fics lol
Heartslabyul
Riddle:
First Love / Late Spring by Mitski
mainly due to that one part of the song (hopefully you know which one) and also because he just thinks the song hits a little too close to home
might cry a little and / or scream the lyrics
his form of therapy
Ace:
Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley
he thinks he so funny that he just laughs half the time
doesn't even finish the song
no one laughs btw
deuce boos at him off the nonexistent stage
has one of those cane things too to drag him off
Duece:
Balls in your Jaws slowed + reverbed
this was not of his own choice
was gonna genuinely pick a song he liked but looked away from the little tablet thingy for a second and ace picked this instead
tries so hard not to throw the mic at him he's so embarrassed
Cater:
CPR by Cupcakke
mainly for shits and giggles
probably genuinely likes Cupcakke so he tries
probably laughs mainly cuz everyone is laughing though
Trey:
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da by The Beatles
british (affectionate)
yeah I feel like trey's the type of guy to listen to older music
also seems like the type to be a nice singer
idia says something along the lines of "OMG IS THAT A JOJO'S REFERENCE??? POGGERS" when the title shows up
Savanaclaw
Leona:
As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese
ruggie forced him to do karaoke there's no way this man would do this of his free will /hj
he just picks this up at random
a good singer if he tries
sadly he doesn't but he's still nice to listen to
Ruggie:
Industry Baby Sus Remix
i just remembered that one time my friend showed me this and I thought ruggie would sing this as a joke
another one who thinks he's funny but doesn't get boo'd off
Jack:
We Will Rock You by Queen
another one who i feel like listens to older music
also i think this song sorta fits him
tries not to show how happy he is when everyone does the stomp stomp clap thing
Octavinelle
Azul:
Jiggle Jiggle by Duke & Jones and Louis Theroux
half ironically and half unironically
probably another one who didn't really wanna come but the tweels forced him to sing a song so he said "fuck it" and picked this mainly as a joke
probably sits down immediately after and starts doing work nerd lmao
Jade:
Camel by Camel by Sandy Marton
floyd probably picked this for him to see who would react and to laugh at them
another good singer so he just has fun while floyd's giggling in his seat
Floyd:
the home depot song
that's it
Scarabia
Kalim:
Levitating by Dua Lipa
idk this was just the first thing that popped in my mind
probably because the songs so upbeat and bubbly to me so it fits him
definitely gets other people to sing along (ESPECIALLY jamil)
also the supportive friend who hyped you up when you sing :>
Jamil:
Blinding Lights by The Weeknd
yet another one who was forced to be here
and another one who chose a song randomy
and another one who would be a great singer if he tried
would give more energy than leona though cuz he knows he can sing
probably makes that smug face after if people like it
Pomfiore
Vil:
Boyfriend by Dove Cameron
i don't really know much about vil's character other than that he's insecure and flashy (i mean this in the nicest way possible btw!)
so i hope this song fits??
yeah, but is probably moves around and dances while he sings
gives a whole ass performance
Rook:
Ave Maria by Franz Schubert
puts his entire heart and soul into this
trying way too damn hard for karaoke
doesn't really move as much as vil but still just seems extra, y'know
gives a little wink at the end
probably blows a kiss too dhsjsjsjsk
Epel
Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver
this is an act of defiance against vil
also probably one of the only few songs he knows well enough to sing
probably coughs at lot since he's trying to make himself sound deeper
same
Ignihyde
Idia:
Hikaru nara from Your Lie in April
fucking weeb lmao
now that I got that out of the way, idia only has two moods when he sings
mutters the words or screams the lyrics
if he sang normally, he'd sound really nice
Ortho:
The Disappearance of Hatsune Miku by Hatsune Miku
idia asks if ortho could sing this cuz he physically could
honestly, ortho would be happy singing anything
he's just here for a fun time, y'know
Diasomnia
Malleus:
Two Trucks by Lemon Demon
lilia said that if he sang this, people would enjoy it
sorta stiff cuz he's embarrassed but he's trying his best, alright
leona is losing his shit though someone needs to calm him down
Lilia:
Fingers In His Ass by Sans Undertale and Nagito Komaeda
grandpa's just trying to have fun, ok?
another one who encourages people to sing along but everyone is either laughing, complaining, or trying to calm everyone else down
Sebek:
Electric Love by Børns
let's just get it out of the way he is a bit too loud
not like, screaming loud but just like, a bit too loud
another one who tries too hard
immediately tries to get malleus' approval afterwards
he's fine with anyone praising him though but he'll never admit it
Silver:
rises the moon by Liana Flores
i also don't really know silver's character that much either other than that he's sleepy and that lilia adopted him
so yeah, probably keeps the tablet away from him at all costs
i mainly picked a low energy song that i think fits his voice and energy, y'know
Ramshackle
Grim:
MOOO! by Doja Cat
i just thought this would be funny
that's literally it
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channelinglament · 1 year
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Eyyy Happy birthday to me <3
Let's pretend that you share birthday with me if it's not your bday today
if you do share it with me, then happy birthday to you too!<33
This is a small birthday special...blurb? Idk
All the gifs were made by @hitechlatte
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Raph
Probably was preparing for it for a whole 2 weeks
He got you a gift card, a gift (I think he tried cooking for you but failed and endned up buying you a teddy bear), your fave flowers and of course - Himself.
By that I mean he literally follows you around doing anything with you.
You two probably went to park (or Todd if you like animals/puppies) and lost the track of time. He didn't really let you walk btw
it's your day, whether you celebrate it or not, he's here to make it better <3
It's your special day after all
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Leo
I feel like he had a whole plan for the day since first knowing when your bday was.
I think he didn't really sleep
He made Mikey cook, bought you something cool and weird, probably made something himself! Portales you somewhere nowhere, had adventure with you, congratulated you two surviving it, dedicated a whole poem for you and ofcourse- Pizza
He made you a pizza, giant one
Probably made your favorite or just mashed whatever you like to eat together even though it may not go together well
Anything else, like cake - made by Mikey
You too had a crazy day
If you prefer quiet peaceful days, then you two watched shows/played whatever you like to play/ doing your hobby, eating your favorite food, and just enjoyed each other's company.
Basically his gift to you was this amazing memory of this day ☆
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Donnie
Same as Leo-
Made you a robot similar to Shelldon, now you have two have 2 kids
Ordered your favorite food
You two played video games! And watched some cool or awful sows to diss on them and laugh at how bad it is.
I also think he asked you what you want and bough you it?
Two words: Lazer tag (?)
You know, like the one where April met Sunita. I think it's called Lazer tag, if not then sorry :")
He wore his purple Hoodia and went playing
You won.
You spent a lot of time together, just chatting and making yourself superior lmao
Best birthday ever lmao (I like winning-)
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Mikey
My goodness, he probably is the best when it comes to birthdays-
He cooks all, and I mean ALL your favorite dishes/foods
It doesn't matter that don't go together, you like it? That's all that matters
You can eat ice cream and cake and then pizza and then goulash and etc lmao
You probably visited your favorite places, did your hobbies together (if you're an artist too, you were both doing whatever art you're in for! Or all-)
He probably made you a painting-
I hc that he has a camera memory so he could draw you without you being nearby
That's his gift
One of them-
He probably also made you the "love you like a candy note"
Uhh idk how it's called, but I call it that way-
Basically a journal that compliments you and has a candy attached to you
"You're my only choice, unlike twix" "You don't need snickers to be yourself" "Let's get these bounties done" (yes genshin since it's my birthday and it doesn't matter that I play it rarely)
Probably even sang your fave songs along with you (or himself if you don't like singing)
You two definitely had a slumber party
Fairy Lights, Throw Pillows, Matching Robes, Snacks, Drinks, you name it
You drew on his shell
Fondue: Warm chocolate, fresh strawberries, and soft marshmallows
You can't tell me he won't/can't do that
Sorry if it's a bit ooc
Yet again, happy birthday to me and those who share it with me!
I wish us an amazing day, whether you celebrate it or not. Make a wish, just do it even without the cake
It should work because of the "birthday magic"
Never worked for me, but I like to say it does? It works on any other day for some reason
I am sending you a virtual hug
Here, have some love, 'cuz you're epic ✨️🩵❤🧡💜
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it's actually been leaked for some time, although — and not to sound whiny — any time i've posted it or just talked about it i've gotten 10+ anonymous messages telling me i'm the devil and ruining the establishment of taskmaster with my irresponsible gossiping. so i didn't post about it and deleted any of the asks/convo about the new cast, even though ofc everyone has had tonsss of thoughts about it 😅
anyways would have laid down my whole life betting john robins (one of THE most obvious future tm contestants, being such a good friend of alex's!) and joanne mcnally would be on so i feel very vindicated — and excited! — in that regard! we're gonna have a great time :)
someone sent an anon asking about people i'd bet — not who i want, but who i'd bet — would be on the show so i'll think more about that and post later this week! the series will def have more seasons so i'll try and get some guesses in heh
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OMG ME TOO her name is mabel! she's sooooooo cute ≧◡≦
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hello anon!! actually you don't need me for this, it was recently posted on tv_bunny :)
enjoy!
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she's great! she reminds me a lot of roisin, in that when she's not doing her semi-pre-written joke material, she's supremely good at hanging, bantering, fitting in with the vibe. i really appreciate that when it comes to panel shows particularly! but i can't say i've seen much of her standup
(wait — can i digress for a second — roisin is one of the ONLY recurring catsdown contestants who actually brings in sensible mascots that have the purpose of helping her/bringing her luck, and her presentations of them are always so hilarious and she deserves more credit for that)
+ not important but i really like her voice
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thank you for sending her well wishes <3
i appreciate the message and you weren't the only person to say this, but i think some people are only part-way informed as to her journey reclaiming her name. her intention was never to scrap the nickname shappi or stop people from calling her that; it was 1) to reconcile her experience growing up in the uk with her name and how that led to her committing to shappi as a teen, and 2) to be published, credited, and billed as shaparak in professional capacities. she has clarified many times, including here and here, that it is totally acceptable to call her shappi; people on tv & radio still call her shappi after formal introductions, like in the new wilty when everyone calls her shappi throughout the entire episode; her social media handles are still shappi; and so on. she's shaparak, but that doesn't mean she "no longer goes by shappi". there is some confusion here i think some people are taking her journey, which was lovely to follow, as rejecting shappi — but that isn't the case.
i already updated her tag to 'shaparak khorsandi' a while ago and would definitely credit her full name where necessary, but socially, colloquially, like in the quick text post i made asking people to give shappi some love, there is no disrespect in calling her that! of course, plenty of people are credited by one name and are regularly called another/a nickname, like olivia colman who is actually called sarah by her family and colly by most everyone else. she seems really happy with having done her book and her recent show under her full name, and it's been beautiful to see her come around to love shaparak as much as she has loved shappi :')
btw for anyone who doesn't know, shaparak means butterfly in farsi!
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hahahahaha that is hilarious
long story short is just that keith lemon is a disreputable character (and i mean character literally, he's not real, he's played by leigh francis!) who spends a lot of his energy shouting and oogling over boobies etc
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i think it's fair to say hating on white supremacists does bring us all together 😅
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i'm sorry i haven't seen it! but ugh tamsin greig is one of my longest-time crushes fr i actually think the friendship between her and stephen mangan is one of my roman empires. i have a list of scripted tv rewatches i plan to do this year — the thick of it, peep show, and so on, some of my faves ever — and green wing is def on the list so maybe i'll add friday night dinner!
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