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trashiewrites · 1 year

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Took You Long Enough: Part 2

A/N: Omg I cranked this out so fast hahahahaha I got sicked and called in at work so I spent all my time working on this beauty! I hope yall like it!!! I thing it turned out really well and just sad but not too sad but happy yippee

John “Soap” MacTavish x F!reader

TW: mention of dead bodies and violence briefly

How long has it been? Maybe a day at most... time seemed irrelevant to you, there was nothing you could do. You were filled with aches and pains, your body stiff from laying on the cold ground. Guards would mock you when they serve a meal, watching as you face down trying to eat something. It was dehumanizing... One thought never left your head, John... Oh, John; you hoped and even prayed for his safety as well as Ghost's. Images haunted your sleep, seeing their dead bodies bloodied and filled with bullets. Grave's words haunt the background as you stared at the corpse of the man you loved.

You knew very well the men were a force to be reckoned with. You knew if they were out there, they would find a way to free everyone. In the end, they are only men... You wondered if Alejandro was okay, perhaps he was nearby. "Alejandro-" your voice was coarse and meek, barely at first making a sound. "Alejandro!" Your call echoed through the halls. Moments followed with silence; you sighed thinking of no reply back.

"(Y/n)?" Alejandro's voice rang out, "(Y/n), is that you?!" Tears rushed to your eyes hearing his concerned voice.

"Sí Hermano!" You cried out, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?!"

"Ahh just a bad bump on my head," he cackles loud enough for you to hear, "What about you? How are you holding up?"

"I'm alive," you took a shaky breath, "I'm alive... Do they have you chained up too?"

"No, they had some shitty restraints but those didn't last long..." Alejandro's tone softened, "how long have you been in here Hermana?"

"I don't know... a day maybe."

"Chained the entire time?"

"Yep, the entire time..." you sighed, "the guards seems to be entertained when they tried to feed me earlier."

"So that's what those guards were laughing at..." his voice went quiet, anger filling each word "once we get out of here, we will make those bastards pay."

"To raising hell," you chuckled, and he laughed with you.

"To raising hell together!" ______________________

Soap, Rudy, and Ghost entered the security room in haste. Quickly getting down to work to locate everything they needed. "I'll use the security cameras to find Alejandro."

"And (y/n) ..." Soap commented, Rudy shot him a knowing glance.

"And (y/n), now you focus and help Ghost." Soap's face was written in worry, the well-being of (y/n) plagued his mind. Leaving her alone, probably going through her hell as we speak, "Soap..." John spared his gaze, "she's going to be alright."

"Enough fucking around Soap, stay focused." Ghost spoke over his intercom.

"Copy L.T., my apologies" Soap continues to lead Ghost to make the distractions. One man at a time, another bomb. "That should do, nice guiding Johnny."

"Perfect timing, I found our people. At least a general location" Rudy grinned at the screen, "the main troops are in the main holding cell block while it looks like they are guarding a cell more on the west end."

"You think they are both in there?" Rudy shrugged.

"It would make sense that they are either in the same cell or nearby, no?" Soap nodded; he had a very valid point. But the amount of uncertainty made his gut turn. How he at this point only wanted to hold you safe in his arms. Apologize for the last few days of hell, just pray to God that she's safe right now.

"Group up outside, we're heading in." Only one way to find out...

"Copy L.T." _________________

The last few hours in your cold desolate cell were rather uneventful. Besides some smart comments from the passing guards which weren't that striking. Moments of talking with Alejandro can few too far in between... The Guard stood in front of his door almost always. Only leaving the door unattended in about 30-minute intervals in which you both took the time to talk. "(y/n), you still doing alright?"

"As well as one can try to be..." you shifted your body slightly, "I believe my legs are asleep..."

"You do sound quite tired," Alejandro mentioned, which wasn't wrong. You were exhausted... "how about you nap for a while, at least try."

"In this place? I'd rather die..."

"If we escape here, you'll need the energy." God, you hated how he was correct. Your current state is maybe the quickest way to get a bullet in the head. "Don't worry, I'll yell to wake you up if anything happens."

"Alejandro..." he hums loudly, letting you know to proceed, "Soap and Ghost are okay, right? Graves told me some stuff and to be honest, it's been bothering me..."

"How do you feel?" The answer took you by surprise. Not necessarily what you would expect anyone would answer that question.

"What?"

"Well, how do you feel about their safety?"

"Well, I feel that they're safe..." you smiled softly to yourself, "I feel that sooner or later they will come in here and get us the fuck out of here."

"Then keep that in your head," Alejandro's voice spoke with such sincerity, "nothing can harm you when you're hopeful Hermana. Nothing makes a person weaker than being hopeless and lost, determination is key." You pulled your knees close, resting your head softly. "Now go on, rest (y/n)."

"Thank you, Alejandro..." your voice drifted as your eyes became heavy. Swiftly drifted down into a peaceful slumber.

You gently stirred awake; the noises outside were not fully recognizable to you. Multiple voices called out, and the voices grew louder and clearer as you opened your eyes. "(Y/n)!" Your heart stopped hearing that unmistakable Scottish accent.

"John! John! I'm here!" _________________

Ghost stood in front of Alejandro's cell ready to pop the lock on Soap's ready. "This is what we came for," Soap nodded, Ghost popping the lock and opening the door.

"Alejandro!" Before Soap could even realize he was pinned by Alejandro, alert and ready to strike. "Al- It's me Hermano!"

"Colonel, relax! It's us!" Rudy jumped in front, speaking Spanish to drive the deal home.

"Soap? Rudy, Ghost!" Alejandro's face changed to relief, looking back and forth between the three. He grasped Rudy's shoulder as if to feel if he was there.

"You didn't think we'd leave you, did Ya?"

"What the fuck took you so long Pendejos?" He grabbed the gun from Rudy's hand.

"This place is crawling with shadows; it'll be hell ahead." Soap looked around, no sign of (y/n).

"Alejandro!" He looked back to Soap, "where's (y/n)? Do you know?" Alejandro's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, she's here in a cell! Nearby, I told her to rest up 'cause she practically hadn't slept!" Alejandro went to the main hall "(y/n), wake up pendeja! Which cell are you!!" Ghost called out loudly, to no avail. Lastly, Soap made his way out, "(y/n)!"

"John?" They stood quietly, "John, I'm here! Johnny!!" Two doors down her voice rang out. Ghost rushed over, popping the lock off the door. Soap rushed into her cell, seeing her barely sitting up, arms cuffed behind her. Her hair was messy and for sure she has seen some better days. Upon locking eyes, both smiled widely; glad just to see that the other was alive. _______________________________

Your eyes welled with tears seeing the Scottish man in front of you. The wave of relief sent chills down your spine, "God, took you long enough!" you exclaimed, "got a semi-decent nap too; A little help though?" you wiggled the chains.

"Right! L.T. I'll hold her still you cut the cuffs?" Ghost nodded, getting behind her. readying the cutters.

"On my count," Ghost called out, "1... 2... 3..." you squeezed your eyes shut as the cuff broke, freeing one hand. One more count and you had control of your arms again; it hurt a lot... Rudy handed you a rifle; gladly, you took the gun. Soap looked at you with a sorrowful look, the rest were ready to leave but you couldn't ignore that look.

"John, what's up?"

"How long did they have you like that?" He spoke sternly, his hand lightly grasping your wrist. You winced at his touch; which only made him furrow his brow more.

"The entire time," you admitted, "But don't worry about that Johnny!" you placed your gun down quickly wrapping your arms around his waist. He clung to you tightly, "Alejandro and I already made a promise to raise hell when we get out of these cells." you pushed back from his embrace to grab your gun and release it off safety. "And that is exactly what I intend to do. These fuckers will regret the day they fucked with the 141 and Los Vaqueros."

"That's my girl," Soap patted your head, "I'll treat dinner when this is all over."

"(Y/n), Johnny; save the sentiment for later! We need to move!" Ghost yelled from the hallway.

"I'll hold you to it, Johnny~"

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare #cod mw #cod mw22 #modern warfare 2 #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mctavish #soap call of duty #soap

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jmdbjk · 1 year

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White Day, Pt. 2

For our second date of the evening, JK changed into a spiffy crisp white button down and proceeded to fluff and primp his hair for 3 minutes. He hasn’t forgotten all the hair styling tips. Look at him scrunching up the top for some extra fullness. You don’t spend ten years in the stylist’s chair and not learn a few tips about how to manipulate your hair.

Jimin showed up in the comments and JK went off the rails a little bit, trying to show off his wardrobe change and then tried using his smooth lines to make sure Jimin doesn’t wander off ...

Come on Jimin, isn’t it a little late to be playing hard-to-get? COME BACK! PAY ATTENTION!

A commenter said let’s date for 5 minutes and JK said, sure... then he tried to scroll back and find the name of the person so he’d know what to call them... and their name was John Kanya? Did the translator mean Jeon Kanya? HAHAHAHHAAH! Way to go Kanya! One step ahead!

He shared a song that he said Tae really likes and then he tried to search for a song request in the comments. He called Siri a punk because Siri couldn’t understand JK’s pronunciation of “old love.” Bless him...

Oh but when he found it, GOOD JOB whoever requested that song! So dreamy and romantic for our date night with JK!

And yes, he had the music turned up loud and was yelling at us over the music JUST LIKE IF WE WERE ACTUALLY IN THE CLUB! I can see why he enjoys the interaction with us on Weverse live. It really is easy for him to connect with us and have real interactions in real time (as long as Army isn’t behaving like he’s 15 years old again.)

The sweetest thing was he saved these songs to his library AND he practiced speaking English at the same time. Armys did good here. He was having fun.

He reads English very well, and I’m sure he understands 99% of what he hears. Its the pronunciation and conversational vocabulary parts that are tricky.

And then he opened up to us a little bit...

I can see why he ditched Instagram. It’s too fake and impersonal.

Y’all, I started laughing out loud when the next song request came on and the vibe of it made him proclaim he should be drinking whiskey shots and not highballs HAHAHAHAHA! He is a blast. FYI, there are cocktails made with a mixture of whiskeys and they have names like 3 Wisemen (Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker and Jim Beam) and Four Horsemen (Jim Beam, Jameson, Johnnie Walker, and Jack Daniels). Ugh. I am a whiskey sipper, not a whiskey shooter. And apparently, JK is also NOT a whiskey shooter either. So playful.

And philosophical JK rolled around and he told us he says again and again, he can’t be our #1 priority, that we should prioritize our own lives and whatever obligations we have going on. He said this while putting more of Bam’s eye drops in his eyes and over-dramatically acting like he was crying.

For about the next twenty minutes he tried to get in the mood to sing and then he saw Namjoon in the comments and they had an adorable exchange which ended with JK singing a song that Namjoon suggested.

I wonder if Joon had an ulterior motive behind asking JK to sing a variety of genres...you know our leader is always thinking... regardless, Kookie was having fun.

This goofball... said he was pacing himself as far as drinking because he had to really go to the bathroom. But we would have never known right? His reason: because he is such a pro. LMAO!

Oh! and then Namjoon came back in the comments and told JK to hurry up and release an album! THAT’S RIGHT JOONIE! LIGHT A FIRE UNDER JK’S ASS! And JK said he has a plan...well... from the mouth of the man who said he wasn’t a planner... oh then he elaborates that NOT having a plan is in itself a plan. STOP TRYING TO WORM YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS!

He rambled on and on how he’s not lived with a plan up until now. Kookie-pookie, that’s because you’ve never had to manage your own time before. I think he was being vague in that he really doesn’t have a plan to release anything. He does not have that fire burning in his belly that Jimin, Hobi, Namjoon and Yoongi have. Each of those members have different fires burning. Jungkookie is living up to his free-spirit ways. He is very confident in himself and he has confidence that Army will always love him and he’ll stay on the path that shows him being himself. I said what I said. Or he may drop an album tomorrow. Who knows? We sure don’t.

He really is the opposite of a Gen Z-er. Except for his use of social media. Which is null and void mostly. Typical Gen-Z in that aspect.

He closed our second date of White Day by confiding with us that he had to pee really really bad.

#white day with jungkookie #welcome to JKs jazz bar #this man sitting in his apartment in the dark talking to millions through a tiny screen #i pondered whether to post this because there is no time to hit the pause button and reflect #but i needed to talk about jungkook because he IS important

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tobiasdrake · 7 months

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Makoto was hinting that this would lead to the final tru--WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT.

...

Ladies, gentlemen, and nonbinary fineries, I believe we've found the source of the Forever Rain. That looks pretty Forever Rain-y to me.

What is this? What could this possibly be?

Weird place to put whatever this is.

I am at a loss. I feel confident about a lot of my answers that I've devised as we've been looking around, but I have no idea what this is. What the hell am I looking at!?

I didn't. I didn't know what I expected the true source of the Forever Rain to look like. But. Still. What the fuck. What is this. What is this.

Haha

Hahaha

Hahahahahaha

hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

THIS IS FINE.

An enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a particle accelerator.

I assume that this is the generator that powers... whatever the Mind-Cleansing Bath does. Cleanse minds, I presume. Maybe this thing can restore sanity to defective homunculi? No, that wouldn't make sense because then we wouldn't have all these defective homunculi roaming about.

Let's push the red button and see what happens. That's always a good idea.

Okay. Is it a good thing or a bad thing that we turned this off without knowing what it does?

Maybe... the homunculi in the city are the defective ferals that killed everyone, and the rains from the Mind-Cleansing Bath are what's allowing them to temporarily keep their sanity? Until their defective regeneration or hunger causes them to regress beyond the rain's ability to help?

Like. We've established that homunculi are sensitive to sound, so it could be that the sound of the rainfall makes them dormant... or something... I don't know.

Well, we're about to find out what the rain does, one way or another. I have a bad feeling about this.

I HAVE AN INTENSELY BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS.

Okay, maybe it's the other way around. Maybe the steady sound of rainfall is deterring the ferals from coming out and killing everyone all over again.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what did we do fuck fuck fuck

HAHAHAHAHA INTO THE DEEP END WE GO HAHAHAHAHAHA

T_T This is fine. I'm not panicking. You're panicking!

OKAY, YES, THE RAIN WAS KEEPING THE FERALS AT BAY.

OH FUCK, even the non-ferals are being affected by the removal of the rain. It has to be the sound. That's why it still works indoors. The sound must be soothing or something.

Hence why this is the mind-cleansing bath. It keeps the homunculi calm and dormant until a death regeneration puts them beyond help, but even then it still reduces their feral aggression.

Huesca's report said that homunculi have two vulnerabilities. The first

We need to turn the rain back on. Immediately.

This reeks of a trap. Yuma helps Makoto climb over a pipe by taking his hand but. I'm suspicious. We don't know what Makoto's Forte is, but we Coalesce by holding hands.

I think we just Coalesced with Makoto. That was the plan, after all. He wants us to take him into the Mystery Labyrinth and now he's the most recent Master Detective to Coalesce with Yuma.

Whatever his Forte is, it must have been subtle enough for Yuma not to notice its activation. Makoto doesn't need to do anything with it, after all. He just needs that moment.

At least Makoto did what we wanted and brought the rain back. Kurumi should be okay, as should the other homunculi in the city. The ferals are calming as we speak.

That's great. Too bad Makoto's snare is firmly affixed around our neck.

This is it. This is the project that made Makoto's name. It was the Forever Rain all along.

I think I had it right with my correction earlier. The defective homunculi didn't kill everyone, get removed somehow, and then new homunculi were made to replace them. The people in the city are the defective homunculi that ate everyone. They made one of everyone in that lab.

They spent the Blank Week tearing apart the city and devouring every human they could get their hands on. Then Makoto built the Mind-Cleansing Bath, which stilled their minds and allowed them to regain their sanity and implanted identities.

This device and the human meat buns are the reason why the homunculi are able to live out human-like lives within Kanai Ward.

When they regenerate, they lose their minds and go feral. This also happens if they don't consume human flesh.

They also had another flaw, but Real Huesca was eaten before he could explain it.

Okay, so it's not the rain, but the absence of sunlight. That makes more sense, and also explains why it still works even indoors.

...so the defective homunculi went feral because of the sunlight, but what about at night? Why wouldn't they have calmed down at night?

And memories. Okay. So they probably did regain consciousness during the night. But when the next day came, boop, all gone. That's why they didn't come to their senses for real until Makoto built the rain device.

Hey.

Hey, y'all.

Remember my Real Yuma theory?

I. I think. I think we might be Yuma Kokohead's homunculus.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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stereopticons · 8 months

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for the fun meta asks:

19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

19. Hahahahaha. I feel like you should ask @blackandwhiteandrose this question because she’s the one who has to deal with the fact that once I start writing, I forget every word I’ve ever known and use the same ten verbs over again.

I definitely use the word “murmurs” a lot because I maintain that there is no acceptable substitute. It’s a specific type of speaking that unfortunately occurs a lot in my writing and I spend a lot of time trying (and failing) to find acceptable synonyms. I also frequently describe feelings as being in the character’s chest (tightness, warmth, pain, whatever, it all goes behind the ribs I guess) and I do often describe how someone tastes when kissing. I’ve written Patrick coming out to David at a bar/the Wobbly Elm at least three separate times, so I should probably knock that off.

20. Ooh okay. Well. I’ve said, since I started writing fic, that world building is my biggest weakness. I’ve never felt very confident with it. So when I started writing indie band Patrick, I decided to challenge myself and really delve into the world building. Granted, it’s not fantasy or magical realism or anything like that, and it takes place in a real place (New York, primarily), but it’s outside of Schitt’s Creek and there are a lot of pieces I have had to pull together. Every place that’s mentioned so far with the exception of David’s gallery, really exists. I went on streeteasy and found apartments for Stevie and Patrick and a loft for David. I’ve researched music venues extensively lol. Even the subway routes. But the piece of completely unnecessary but still really fun world building that I loved doing was booking Patrick’s band’s tour. I had a couple of cities I needed them to hit for plot reasons and certain date parameters and used that to create a plausible tour route. Then I looked up music venues in each city that would fit the band’s status and the type of music I imagine they play. THEN I made a tour poster:

Of course, if I’d been writing instead of making that, maybe I’d have finished the fic by now lmao. Oh and I also created all of the song titles for their first and second albums as well as an EP, which I won’t share yet but they are pretty delightful.

Meta asks for writers

#thanks for asking!

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taralen · 9 months

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brain rot dump HAHA. beware. 6 AM

I can't even enjoy a video game without disassociating.

I want to laugh because it's so pathetic.

Cringe. Cringe. Cringe.

"You're completely unhinged." Sweetheart, I don't know what it's like to be HINGED!

I should be in a fancy suit, making my family proud, and here I am, burning in my seat, melting inside and out.

I'm good at answering the phone, so why the hell can't I get a job picking one up? LOL? Experience? Flush it down with that $18,000 toilet paper. I know how to switch one to him or her or any which way this or that WHERE is the operations manager I DON'T KNOW he doesn't want to speak to you.

If my boss knew I could sell $500 worth of goods better than the sales chick who can't even follow up on hours, then why the HELL did he put me in the back? ROTTING aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

GIVE THE NEW GUY SOMETHING TO DO???AHHHHHHHHHHHHA

Stop following me. Stop apologizing. I don't need you wringing your hands like that. This man took my JOB!

Promotion???????? ARE YOU SERIOUS with me right now?! .30 CENTS MORE than the new guy? What am I to you?! I fixed your goddamn shit I cleared your backlog of corporate CRAP for PALTRY pay and you replace me and "PROMOTE" ME! GIVE ME A BREAK!

But that was then.

I ask for nothing now, I swear. Give me a switchboard phone. I just want something to do. Talk me out of it. I'll sell your CC and shitty utensils please for the love of [[redacted]] take a chance on me

I don't want to think about her body in a garbage can. Why why why why why? Is it because I loved her? Is that why? I called her name, Iiiiiiiiii ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh she was already stiff. WHY! WHY!

I eat only 1-2 meals a day. I think I lost over twenty pounds. hahahahaha

IT'S GONNA BE A STRANGE TWIST OF FATE. TELLING ME THAT HEAVEN CAN WAIT!

You know sanity is like a stock chart? It goes up and down and up and down and up and down down down down

MY PSYCHIATRIST canceled THE APPOINTMENT? (CURRENT EVENT) WHY? HAHA does she think I'm not trying? Did she ever think SHE'S not trying?

I want a reason and excuse to wear a tie again.

AHHHH I would scream ahhhhahhh I CUT MY FINGER OPEN! I still feel the pain on scar running along my finger. I only cried from shame! I came to the office with blood running down my arm. I SAID "I think I need to go to the emergency room." HAHAHAHAHAH! I tried being economical! KIDS, please do not cut wild vegetables diagonally.

Hahaha God help me.

#musings #vent #manic vent #losing my mind #when you're a kid they say you're just want attention #when you're an adult they say you're a liability #“Is this a work-related injury?”#it's the same shit just one's aged like a potato in basement #ready to kill you the moment you open up the cellar door #laughing at me is laughing with me

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igotthecinema · 2 years

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Okay, I am awake and I think now less emotional (or not! hahaha) I must say, Baela is my favorite of the Velaryons! She is a perfect copy of Laena in posture and attitude! Very sassy! One thing I didn't realize is that the twins were separated, Baela was living Rhaenys and Rhaena with Rhaenyra! But still, they both look beautiful and wonderful! They both look very much like their mother! Although Vaemond publicly expresses Rhaenys' thoughts, I really wanted to punch him in the face! hahahahaha Speaking of Rhaenys, that queen pose of hers on the wooden throne was 🔥🔥🔥🔥!!! A true queen! I love this woman, my God! Daemon defending Rhaenyra was everything!!! I spent almost the whole episode screaming haisuhdaushd And when Daemon caressed baby Viserys' head???? 😭😭 And Viserys reaction when he met his grandson was so beautiful! 😭😭I liked that they put Daemon more present and defending Rhaenyra at all costs, which Leanor didn't do. She is capable of defending herself, but there were times when she really needed someone to take the reins and Laenor just didn't do anything and Daemon is now doing it! I just love it! This scene here?

It just blew me away! I had to muffle my screams to be honest, my friend who was watching it with me… poor him! hiauhsdasihdis And speaking of Daemon defending Rhaenyra, that scene with Vaemond showed exactly that! And what a scene! I'm not a big fan of gore and explicit sex scenes, and HOTD is doing it very well, totally different from GOT, which were very gratuitous and unnecessary scenes most of the time. That dinner was beautiful! Even Otto was smiling! Who would have thought! I was waiting for Viserys' scene with the mask, but I didn't expect him to take it off, it was really scary! I have to confess that Aemond is gaining a place in my heart along with Daemon, that bitch behavior is everything! And yes, the pig scene was the cherry on top of the cake! Perfect!

That tea that Dyana and Rhaenyra drink is an abortive tea (by the way, Alicent's hypocrisy here… oh sister…)

I'm in the beginning of the book and I'm enjoying it. I'm still in the Aegon, the Conqueror part (I don't know the names and titles in English because I'm reading in Portuguese so maybe I'm speaking the wrong names/titles). But yes, it is worth it! The book is not a romance book, it is more of reports and the most common are from the septon Eustace and the court jester Mushroom (best character by the way!) I wish they had put him in the series. But it has other versions, for example, if I am not mistaken the Laenor part has 4 or 5 versions and the series follows some of them, for example the Alicent parts the series uses more the septon's reports and the Rhaenyra ones they are using more Mushroom's reports.

For I'm reading the book on kindle, I downloaded a copy of it, but as soon as possible, I want to buy the physical book (I need to make room on my bookshelf so for now all the books I read are on kindle)

Hi Beca. Hope you’re doing good!!

E7 and E8 has a small time jump. I personally think it would be great if they add that on screen instead us knowing.

Rhaenys would make a fierce queen if she was chosen. Stupid Jahearys. And when said to Vaemond ‘My brother will have your tongue for this’ I cant stop fangirling the character.

At least Viserys is dead knowing he had one last night with his family in a happy mood and his daughter and wife made up. I love viserys when he supports Rhaenrya irrespective of the shit she does.

Just for you Beca

I knew i’ll be a mess if i see at Sunday night. So I waited until it was Monday morning keeping my phone away for spoilers and it was worth waiting. Oh and my dad was sitting beside me and I was mentally praying that no explicit scenes should start. And thank god there weren’t any.

Viserys started the whole Dance of the Dragon by saying ‘Aegon’ where he was mentioning Aegon Conqueror but here Alicent is thinking it’s her stupid elder son. and then Rhaenrya goes and names her son also Aegon. Like what’s wrong with people in House Targaryen? Even jon snow original name was Aegon *smh*.

Tbh, not a big fan of books/novels. But thinking to give it a try. Let’s see what happens. If i start reading them, I’ll let you know.

PS: Neither the video nor photo belongs to me.

#house of the dragon #hotd

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the-firebird69 · 27 days

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Micro Too Roll Call Favorite Cartoon

So I can wrestle these guys as baby giant a genetic anomaly

Zues

Hahahahaha yeah I'm laughing quite a bit it's kind of a goof for the goober but it's funny

Hera

Man she can sing through people this is amazingly awful it's terrible this has no comparison to my farts but I say is it's like some stuff chemical like being an ammonia plant I don't want to speak that way in one of the dwarves and then the last one number seven if you don't count the girls no we're close I get that he wants me to go to work up there and we have done it the guy there doesn't think it's funny it's not supposed to be funny supposed to put in a new ride and I think they're doing it it's Mac approved kids tested and he says that too we like his idea it's our idea but he has a character picked out does he have to go easy cuz he's going to grow now that's terrible

Blackbeard Jr well that's not my name at all but I'm the last guy

You couldn't hear the names cuz we're making all these Goofy looks and stuff a lot of people remember it all and we're crazy people were really in the WWE and WWF and he doesn't notice we go up and down way too fast it's all this bunches it's making people crazy we thought we could get them in here to wrestle and he said his baby giant but how's he going to have his eyes and that's really funny his eyes not eyes eyes i c e not eyes damn it okay so we could have his baby giant but he probably couldn't get in he says I'm too small though wrestle and you guys are too used to getting injured where I'm not injury resistant yet we got that

First girl in the video

People going to learn our names from this they understand that we know that you're not impact resistant yet as much as you should be and the boat thing was luck but it's like a juiced up and then you're not for quite a while and we noticed that too it says radiation and we see we did figure it out you don't need many to become powerful but he just sit there if you can't and your normal but really it's not enough and we whiz around he said it and it's really awful and people get hurt it is fun and it's a good game but it's dangerous and we don't recommend people do it at home it's very difficult and we're professionals and landing and stuff hurts some of us have pads and it helps but really if you're tough and you work your body out it it's less but boy there's a lot of injuries okay it doesn't look it you get home and you find out your injury and it's it's getting harsh so we don't want him to wrestle us we want people to see it and we usually come here he said you'd like to go watch now we're back again cuz people hurting and we heard it they heard it they didn't hurting but it is a good game and it's fun to watch and ridiculous at times which is better than real wrestling he says he says then we say no he says better than real fake wrestling like Trump he's getting actually hurt and we do see that

Dempsey yeah I'm the other guy

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Chp 5: That’s Entertainment (Part 5)

The limousine arrives at the hotel as the hotel door opens, revealing a very old and dirty establishment.

Vaggie and Charlie help Bella get into the hotel, with Angel Dust holding the door for them. They walk in and place her on the couch carefully. She thanks them and chills out. Charlie brings the medicine kit and help bandage her wound.

“I am really sorry about this.” Charlie apologized, guilt written all over her face.

“Hey it’s okay, don’t blame yourself, it was an accident.” Bella tells her with a reassuring smile. Charlie smiles at her and nods.

Charlie finished bandaging her. Bella says thanks to Charlie with a “Of course” from Charlie.

Charlie than leaves her to do something.

Once Vaggie knew that everything was situated she throws herself on the couch, facing the wall. “Ugh!”

Angel Dust rummages through the fridge leaning by the wall and grabbing a box of Popsies.

“Eh, it's probably a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y'know, to feed all the wayward souls you got in here! Ahahaha! Ahaha.! eh... ah…” Angel Dust says until he realizes no one’s laughing. He closes the fridge door as he tries to comfort Charlie but decides to back Off.

Charlie exits the hotel and tries to contact her mother.

Charlie sighs, “Hey, mom. I know I keep calling and you must be busy... Really busy... But, um, the interview didn't go well,” Charlie shrinks to her knees. “and... I don't know if I'm ever going to make a difference” She starts tearing up as she wipes it off her face. “I don't know what I'm doing. I could really use some advice, mom. I.. I think dad was right about me... Ahah, oof. Eh, anyway...” Charlie wipes her face once more. “l'Il stop talking before this gets long.” She than stands up. “Love

you, bye…..” Charlie than ends it and walks back in.

She leans by the door in defeat as a sudden knock can be heard from the other side of the door, surprising Charlie.

Charlie contemplates on whether or not to

open the door but decides to open it anyway.

The mysterious figure watching her performance from before can be seen standing before her, knowing who he is, reacts with extreme shock.

“Hel-“ He gets door slammed in front of his face.

Charlie looks to the side for a brief moment before opening the door again.

“-lo!”

Charlie slams door in front of his face once more. “Hey, Vaggie?” Charlie calls out to her, causing Bella to look over curiously.

Vaggie annoyed asks, “Whaaaat?”

“The Radio Demon is at the door!”

Vaggie than sits up. “What?!”

Angel Dust takes out the popsicle from his mouth. “Uh.. who?”

“Ummm, who that?” Bella questions as well.

“What should I do?!” Charlie asks, concern lacing in her tone.

“Uh, well- Don't let him in!” Vaggie told Charlie.

Charlie decides to disregard Vaggie's advice once more and opens the door for the demon.

“May I speak now?” He asks Charlie.

“You may..”

He than reaches his hand out. “Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart!” The guy name Alastor introduces himself. He pulls Charlie towards him. “Quite a pleasure!”

He than lets himself in.

“Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldn't resist! What a performance! Why, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! Hahahahaha,” He laughs, playing with his mic staff. “sooo many orphans..”

Suddenly, Vaggie is holding a harpoon towards his chest.

“Stop right there, cabrón hijo de perra” Vaggie says which translates, (bastard son of a bitch)! “I know your game and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous cheesy”

Angel Dust head pops in, unamused. “talk show shitlord!”

Alastor uses his finger to move the harpoon away from him. “Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here...” He turns into his full demon form. “I would've done so already…”

The screen distorts; cut to Charlie, Bella, and Vaggie staring at him perturbed as the distortion ends.

“No! I'm here because I want to help!” Alastor says, being back to normal.

“Say what, now?” Charlie says out of shock.

Alastor repeats himself. “Help! Hahaha, hello? Is this thing on?” He questions, tapping on his mic. “Testing, testing!”

Alastor's Mic opens its eye. “Well, I heard you loud and clear!”

“Ah!” Bella yelps, backing up a bit.

Alastor looks at her with a sudden interest, he snaps out of it when Charlie speaks up.

“Um, you want to help? With...?”

Alastor teleports behind the two with his shadow. “This ridiculous thing you're trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it.”

“Buuut... Why?” Charlie questions.

Alastor laughs, “Hahaha, why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom! I've lacked inspiration for decades. My work became mundane, lacking focus,” Alastor explain while shoving Vaggie offscreen. “aimless! I've come to crave a new form of entertainment! Hahaha!”

“Does getting into a fistfight with a reporter count as entertainment..?” Charlie questions, looking at him sheepishly.

Alastor laughs again, “Hahaha! It's the purest kind, my dear: Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage and the stage is a world of entertainment.” Alastor tells Charlie.

“So, does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate a demon?” Charlie asks, with a tint of hopefulness.

Bella was curious as well with hope in her eyes. Bella believes that Charlie dream is a good one and can work! Suddenly Bella hears him laughing.

“Hahahahaha!” He shakes hand with her. “Of course not! That's wacky nonsense!” Alastor stated. Shaking his head back and forth. “Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! No, no, no, no. I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!” He looks over to Vaggie who is offended, Angel Dust who just shrugs, and Bella who is relaxing on the couch with a look of deer in headlights.

“The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this!” Alastor says, he puts his arms out, gesturing the entirety of Hell. “There is no undoing what is done!” He tells Charlie.

“So, then. Why do you wanna help me if you don't believe in my cause?” Charlie asks him, even more confused than before, with Bella being confused as well.

“Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself! Alastor pulls Charlie close to him and twirls her. “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!” He states, having a sinister glint in his eyes.

Bella looks at Alastor with a bit of fear but also wonder.

Charlie removes his hand from her back. “Rilight.”

“Yes, indeedy!” Alastor grabs her by the waist and drags her offscreen. “I see big things coming your way and who better to help you than 1?” He trails off.

Meanwhile with Vaggie, Bella, and Angel Dust.

“Uh, so... uh, what's the deal with Smiles over there?” Angel Dust asks.

“Wait, you've never heard of him before? You've been here longer than me!” Vaggie asks in shock. “I mean I can understand Bella since she seems new here, right?” Vaggie asks Bella, with Bella saying “yes”.

Angel Dust shrugs cluelessly.

“The Radio Demon. One of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?” Vaggie questions them.

Angel Dust shrugs a second time. “Eh, not big on politics.” Angel Dust confesses.

Getting a snicker from Bella.

“Ugh!” Vaggie leans in on Angel Dust and Bella as she begins her story. “Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell,”

The scene changes to a visual presentation of Vaggie's story regarding Alastor.

“Seemingly overnight. He began to topple Overlords who have been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him “The Radio Demon" (as lazy as that is). Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing's for sure: He's an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we can't risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!” Vaggie said, finishing her story about Alastor.

Bella looks at her in shock, surprised that such a demon like Alastor is like that.

“Ya done?” Angel Dust asks, laughing dryly. “He looks like a strawberry pimp.”

“Well, I don't trust him!” Vaggie tells him with a bit of anger.

“To be fair, do you trust any man? Any men? Men?” Angel Dust asks.

Vaggie than grabs Charlie by the shoulder. “Charlie, listen to me. You can't believe this creep! He isn't just a happy face! He's a deal-maker! Pure evil! He can't be redeemed! And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we're trying to do!” Vaggie tells Charlie, worry in her voice.

“I...sighs we don't know that! Look, I know he's bad, and I know he probably doesn't wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance!” Charlie tells Vaggie.

Alastor inspects a portrait of the royal family. Without anyone knowing, he than looks at Bella, inspecting every aspect of her. He gets interrupted by his day dreaming when Charlie speaks.

“To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can't. It goes against everything I'm trying to do. Everything I believe in.” Charlie puts hands on Vaggie's shoulders. “Just.….. trust me. I can take care of myself!” Charlie tells Vaggie with a bit of confidence in her tone.

“Charlie, whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!” Vaggie warns Charlie, worry in her eyes.

Alastor makes a gesture with his hand, seemingly focusing on Vaggie.

“Don't worry, I picked up one thing from my dad!” Charlie than imitates in her dad's voice. “You don't take shit from other demons!" She walks off to where Alastor is. Bella watching them.

“Okay, so, Al. You're sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I'm trying to do here as a joke.” Charlie tells him.

As Charlie turns away, glowing red symbols start to appear beside Alastor. Bella quickly gets up, she was about to go stop this Alastor guy until he quickly makes them disappear after Charlie turns back to Alastor.

Bella sits back on the couch, a relief sigh after sitting back down.

“But, I don't. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I'm taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no...” Charlie tells Alastor but trails off. She than makes gestures with her hands. “tricks or voodoo strings attached.” Charlie tells Alastor.

He rolls his eyes at that last statement.

“So, it's a deal, then?” Alastor asks.

He twirls his mic staff and presents his hand for a handshake as green energy bursts throughout the hotel.

Bella covers herself from the green energy, her hair swaying roughly behind her.

Charlie quickly refuses his handshake. “Nope! No shaking! No deals! I. hmm... As princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I, uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel. For as long as you desire.” Charlie states awkwardly.

A howling wolf can be heard in the background as Charlie looks over to Vaggie for approval.

“Sound fair?” Charlie asks him.

Alastor rubs his chin. “Hmm...” He retracts his mic staff. “Fair enough!” He says to her.

Charlie sighs in relief. “Cool beans.” With her doing the thumbs up hand sign.

“Hmm hm hmm hmm...” Alastor hums. He continues to hum while looking around as he stops in front of Vaggie.

“Smile, my dear!” He tells Vaggie, tickling the underside of her chin. “You know you're never fully dressed without one” He tells her, making her mad. He walks away as he continues humming.

He looks over at Bella before quickly looking at Charlie and asks, “So where is your hotel staff?”

“Uh, well-“

The camera pans to Vaggie who's staring at Alastor dead in the eyes.

Alastor adjusts the monocle hohoho, you're going to need more than that.” Alastor exclaims to Charlie.

He than walks towards Angel Dust. “And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?” Alastor asks.

“I can suck your dick!” Angel Dust says happily.

The mic feedback can be heard in the background as Alastor tries to process what he was just offered.

“HAH! No.”

Angel Dust scoffs and says, “Your loss.”

“What about you Miss? What can you do?” Alastor ask Bella, looking at her curiously with a smile still plastered on his face.

“Uhmmm, I’m not sure…” Bella tells him, grabbing onto her other arm with a shrug.

He than hums and states, “Well, this just won't do!” He takes out his mic staff. “| suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up.” Alastor says to himself.

At the snap of his finger, a new freplace has replaced the hotel's worn down one as he approaches it and picks up the mysterious figure covered in soot, which then opens its eve and stares at the trio behind him.

A girl poofs off the soot from her body.

“This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduces to them.

Niffty drops to the floor, unaffected. “Hi, I'm Niffty! It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since I've made new friends!” She than eyes the four. “Why're you all women?” Niffty questions lifting Charlie and than Bella with no effort. “Are there any men here?!” She asks, putting Bella down. “I'm sorry, that's rude.” She looks around. “Oooh, man! This place is filthy! It really needs a lady's touch!” She exclaims as she grabs a spider and crushes it. “Which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense.”

Niffty stares offscreen as she takes out a feather duster. “Oh, my gosh! This is awful!”

She speed cleans throughout the hotel.

“Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!” Niffty than spots a cockroach and stabs it with a sewing pin. “Nope!”

The five stare at Niffty as a voice coming from an unknown cat demon can be heard nearby.

The Cat Demon lays his cards down the table. “Hah! Read em and weep, boys! Full Ho-“ The demonic illusions and voices distort the surroundings temporarily.

“-tel? What the fuck is this?” The Cat Demon questions. He looks around and spots Alastor, eliciting an angry purr as he points at him. “You!”

“Ah, Husker, my good friend! Glad you could make it!” Alastor says to Husker.

“Don't you “Husker" me, you son of a bitch! I was about to win the whole damn pot!” Husker says. The jackpot disappears into nothingness.

“Good to see you too!” Alastor says, dismissing the Cat Demon’s statement.

Husk facepalms angrily. “What the hell do you want with me this time...?” He asks.

“My friend, I am doing some charity work so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that's okay!” Alastor tells him.

“Are you shittin' me?!” Husker says in anger.

“Hmm... No, I don't think so!” Alastor answers.

Husk shoves Alastor off. “You thought it'd be some kind of big fucking riot just to pull me out of nowhere?!” The camera pans to Alastor dusting himself off. “You think I'm some kind of fucking clown?!”

Alastor grins as if he's about to laugh. “Maybe!”

“I ain't doing no fucking charity job.” Husker tells him.

Alastor teleports behind him through his shadow. “Well, I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment!”

He gestures towards the bar that he made out of his magic. “With your charming smile” Alastor pulls Husks's lips into a forced smile. “and welcoming energy, this job was made for you! Don't worry my friend,” He than walks over to the bar, revealing the soles of his shoes to have deer prints.

“I can make this more welcoming! …If you wish.” Alastor than makes a bottle of “Cheap Booze” appear out of nowhere.

Husk stares at the booze for a second. “What? You think you can buy me with a wink” Husk winks sarcastically. “and some cheap booze?!” He than grabs the booze and looks at it. “..Well, you can!” Husker than downs the booze.

“Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! No! No bar, no alcohol! This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of mouth...brothel…man cave!” Vaggie exclaims.

Angel Dust Launches himself at Vaggie from somewhere off screen. “SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! We” He points to the bar with all his fingers. “are keeping this!” Angel Dust states with a hint of determination.

Angel Dust than starts flirting with Husk. “Hey~”

“Go fuck yourself.” Husker states to Angel Dust.

Angel Dust holds Husk's face. “Only if you watch me!”

“Oh, my gosh! Welcome to The Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!” Charlie tries to go for a handshake.

Husk reaches for his booze. “I lost the ability to love years ago.” Husker states, with a tint of sadness.

He continues to down his booze with little to no effort.

“So, whaddaya think?” Alastor asks.

“This is amazing!” Charlie rubs her cheeks excitedly.

Vaggie with crossed arms states, “It's... okay.”

Bella stands up, getting tired of sitting in the couch. She goes to take a look around the hotel. While doing so she keeps an eye on Alastor.

With Alastor, he reels the Vaggie and Charlie toward him. “Hahaha! This is going to be very entertaining!” Alastor exclaims.

He then lets go of Vaggie and summons a fireball, launching it to the hotel ceiling just so he could distract Charlie fast enough for him to shove Vaggie offscreen. He dresses himself in a tux and matching top hat. He than starts singing.

“You have a dream!” He twirls Charlie and dresses her up. “You wish to tell!” He turns to Vaggie who's now on the floor. “And it's just laughable” He turns back to Charlie and tosses her mid-air. “But, hey, kid, what the hell?”

The background behind Charlie changes to neon colored lights featuring two apples and a skull.

Alastor catches Charlie by the hand as they both tap dance together. “'Cause you're one-of- a-kind! A charming demon belle!” The two slide down the railing of the stairs.

Bella watches the whole thing in bewilderment.

Alastor continues to sing, “Now, let's give these burning fools a place to dwell” He dresses up the rest of the hotel staff. “Take it, boys!”

Shadow demons appear from the floorboards and begin playing their instruments as Vaggie tries to talk to Charlie who is having too much fun.

Alastor pulls her in with him and the others as his shadow demons surround them.

“Boo!” The Shadow demons states.

Alastor laughs, “Haha! Inside of every demon is a lost cause!”

He puts a fedora on Angel Dust head as he snaps his fingers back at Alastor. “But we'll dress ‘em up for now, with just a smile!” He puts a hat and fur on Vaggie and slaps her butt. She throws the accessories to the floor, glaring after him.

Alastor than comes to Bella and spins her. Once he finishes spinning her, she is in a old classical outfit. When he stops spinning her, Bella is facing Alastor with a slight blush on her cheeks.

Alastor looks at her too with a smile, slight blush as well. The two of them quickly snap out of it when they here the shadow demons singing.

“With a smile!”

“And we'll chlorinate this cesspool with some old redemption flair!” Alastor than leaves Bella and goes over to kick off a skull which Niffty rushes in and cleans off. “And show these simpletons some proper class and style!” He summons a shadow clone of himself.

“Class and style!” Shadow Demons sing again.

Alastor snaps away his shadow. “Oh! Here below the ground,” He twirls Charlie and pinches her cheeks. “I'm sure your plan is sound!” He than holds hands with Charlie as they both twirl.

“They'l spend a little time, down at this Hazbin Ho-“

The hotel door explodes, ending the music and knocking Niffty offscreen. Charlie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Bella, and Vaggie look outside.

Sir Pentious' war ship has made an appearance outside the hotel.

“Hah! Well, well, well. Look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet yet again, Alastor!” Sir Pentious states, looking directly at Alastor.

“Do I know you?”

Sir Pentious ego deflates. “Oh, yes you do!” His hood flares open. “And this time, I have the element of-“ He pulls a lever. “SURPRISE! Ahahal I'm so evil!”

With a snap of a finger, an otherwordly dimensional portal opens with tentacles and shadow demons emerging from it, destroying Sir Pentious' ship while he is inside. Alastor can then be seen finishing it off as he clenches his fist with a few drops of blood dripping off his hand. Alastor is then shown grinning menacingly in satisfaction for a moment as the others look at him in shock and horror.? Except for Bella who just looks at him in “awe”

“…Well. I'm starved! Who wants some Jambalaya? My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for Jambalaya. In fact, it nearly killed her! Hahaha! You could say the kick was right out of Hell! Ohoho, I'm on a roll! Yes, sir! This is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set! NoW...”

Everyone just shrugs and goes towards the hotel with Alastor in the front.

Alastor than uses his magic to change the sign atop the hotel from “Happy Hotel" to “Hazbin Hotel".

Alastor sinisterly states, “…Stay tuned. Hahaha....”

Later…

Sir Pentious is revealed to have survived the beating served by Alastor along with Egg Boy #23.

“Now will you shoot me with your ray gun?” Egg Boy #23 asks Sir Pentious.

Sir Pentious than collapses of exhaustion.

“Boss?”

#Hazbin Hotel: Alastor x OC Reader (Season 1)

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johnconstantinejld · 9 months

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Batman Death of a Clown

Five times already this week she has seen me, pale skin illuminated by our cheap electricity, roll up my sleeve, slap a vein up and inject a drug. All the while this happened, concern for the patient increased.

‘Which is it today?’ She asks.

‘Morphine. Mixed with a concoction of my own.’ I reply. ‘Would you care for a bit?’

‘No!’ She snapped.

‘Touchy.’ I reply with a snigger. ‘I thought you were a friend.’

‘Speaking as a doctor, and as a friend, I advise you to cease it.’

‘I’d always take your advice, Harley, but when you fall into a vat of acid, it does not do wonders for one’s kidneys. It hurts to urinate. It hurts to shit. It hurts to jack it. The morphine kills the pain. I still need the drug. Batman will put more pain on me once more. He is the best customer a comedian could have. Comes back, night after night. Why couldn’t he heckle me? Comedians hate hecklers. And you were a psychologist. Not a medic.’

I’ve lost everything. Todd was cleansed. I’m broke. I’m hated. I don’t even fucking produce sperm anymore. Now, my last associate is leaving for the last time to go off grid.

‘What is it, Doctor Quinn? The porn film job? Or Superbabes, the restaurant?’

‘The restaurant. And the film offer was for adult entertainment, not porn.’

‘Same thing.’

A pain in my side and my chest. I won’t survive the night. Doctor Isley’s syrups have ceased working for me. I don’t think she made them for me, anyway. I’d go to the beach, but we’re Gotham. We don’t have that. It is very relaxing to watch waves go in and out. I watch it all go away. Bats should try it.

‘It’s bad medicine to beat out your troubles.’ Harley says from the hall.

She leaves. She will never come again. In the garden, the flowers that have my own venom inside them have bloomed without success. The intended result, of spreading a poison over the city so that everyone has a good laugh, did not work. I got a broken nose for my trouble, and I rubbed the blood over my lips. Maybe she’ll live with Isley, out in a forest somewhere like two lovebirds. I’d really love that.

What’s new in Arkham? That Englishman Tetch is going on and on about Wonderland. Hey, when I kidnap someone, at least I don’t dress them up as children. He’s a paedophile, you know. A murderous one at that. I made that Jason Todd’s smile nice and big, but at least I don’t dress underage girls as Alice.

Oh, and the Mad Hatter is never called such in the novel. He’s just a Hatter. Failed on page one of ‘How to be a Criminal.’

Moron.

I’m dying. This is it? I don’t get the final show? Fire my agent HAHAHAHAHA! Pengers doesn’t have any word on a cure coming through, and Black Mask put out a hit on me. Me! A guy who was in business when he was in diapers! No showdown. Just a pale, white-faced, grease-painted man alone in a room with crackling light and asbestos in the walls.

It’s not worth laughing.

Why did I do it? Did I go on because I enjoyed it? Do comedians enjoy their job? Round and round, making observations or bellowing out jokes? I like Billy Connolly and Robin Williams, actually. Seinfeld was not my style. I liked loud. I wanted that one last audience member to laugh. I only got it once, in that ‘Give Gordon One Bad Day’ thing. From then on, I got beaten. The other members of that little League threw heckles at the man on the stage.

If you want my come back, talk to your mother. Oh wait, none of us have a mother.

Formally speaking, I hereby request my brain be removed so that it can autopsied and discover the cause for my actions.

I used to think we were like two peas in a pod, me and Bats. But I guess we could have been two boys on the street, getting up to no good. We both run from the law, and I guess I ran a little slower. Yes, sharing the streets with a boy who’ll grow to become a policeman. He ran home and maybe got a slap around the ear but a good meal and a lecture that put him on the straight and narrow. I got caught and put on the rocky road. It’s a well-lit road, but slippery, and I kept going down it towards hell. Harley used to be called sociopathic, like me. Now she shows sympathy and compassion, something sociopaths can’t do.

No. He was the boy who played by himself in the big mansion and is now giving back to society. Parents didn’t approve of gutter snipes.

A shadow appears. Is this another hallucination from the drug or is it reality? A woman, pale-skinned like myself, lovely dark hair. An ankh around her neck and an eye of Horus on her face. Going to need to think of last words.

So this is it, huh?

No, no, no…

A final laugh? All I do is cough.

Come on, think man!

Fade to black.

#Joker #dc comics

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ilovehimmore · 1 year

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Sorryyy I came into this appl by accident but now I want bubble tea. Hahahahaha! Maybe I do need medicine. But "nahh" need is a strong word.

"you watch."

Love is a big big word, potato.

Hah... Did you know? I always thought you were cute. Your voice is very cute, potato. And I'm not making any attempt to hide my identity in this post. You know, I thought you were a wonderful person. You probably still are. But I wanted to meet you. Really. I wanted to see you, I really thought you were very very cute.

I don't know. I don't know at this point, I don't know who you are and who I am and who I thought you were and who I think I am and why I suddenly thought of you

But you're cute.

You and jas. Jasper was ok. Idk. Things were very messy, he seemed meaner than you. You seemed like the nicer one. But maybe y'all are the same. I'm not sure. Y'all would know each other better, probably.

And then mango. I don't know. Things are messy. He was cute. I always thought he was cute. Probably just like the rest of y'all. Y'all are all cute in the same way. Just cute. To me I don't see much else except cute, innocent, naive. Hah... Maybe I'm the evil one here. I'm sorry.

I think I know what I did. I can't remember. My head blocked it all out. I think I really liked you, probably. I wanted physical affection, probably. I thought of it a lot. But when I was near you, I wanted to gag. But that was probably just me. Not because of you.

That was what spoiled everything, our friendship, or potential relationship right? It was because of me. I didn't realize what I was doing. I was trying to push you away when it was me I was trying to push away. In a lot of ways, you reminded me of... A twisted version of myself. In a good way. I wasn't sure I liked that. But I know I'm not too into myself. I find myself awfully annoying. Which was what I saw in you.

When I think about myself, or after traumatic (?) events, I tend to not have any appetite. I tend to want to throw up, even the smallest spoonfuls of rice--i couldn't bring myself to eat it. I would hardly eat, skip basically every meal, and never be hungry.

Gag reflex for trauma basically. I guess that activated when you got too near. When you came up to me, getting a little too close, I already had the end in mind. I knew we weren't going to last. Either you leave me, or I leave you first. I chose the latter. I didn't want to get hurt. It seems stupid, but even now, I'm not sure I would've changed my answer. Being with you makes me feel like throwing up. But being with anyone makes me feel like throwing up. I don't know. I really don't know. It's not your fault. I know its mine. But I've taken the blame for so many things that I don't wknow what I am anymore.

Do you know? I used to, no, I always eat at night whenever I want to stay up late. When I'm eating, you can't ask me to sleep. I'm hungry. So, over time, I would keep eating and drinking just to have a reason to stay awake. I don't even know if I'm hungry or not nowadays. Sometimes I just eat cuz my mouth feels too empty. My stomach is still full, I can feel it. But it's so wrong to just do something, without eating. Sorry, I should be doing math right now. Stupid.

Hah... I'm not me. I'm gentle. I'm nice. I can think on the spot quickly. I'm confident. I'm capable. I can handle everything and anything.

Yet now im

I, i um i dont know

I'm not me right now. I want to be, tho.

Go have fun with your who-now. I can't believe it but I'm somehow mad at that too. You're not mine to keep but I want to possess you. Stupid, right? I push you away but don't want anyone else close to you. I think you should take a break, a good long break, away from me. I know deep down I care about you. But my head is too clouded and noisy for my heart to speak.

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jmdbjk · 2 years

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Run BTS show content ideas that we might see in the future.

...and not necessarily as a Run BTS episode!

This Photo Folio idea was Jungkook’s because during Run BTS ep. 124 aired Jan. 12, 2021, he came up with this idea. Here is how that episode unfolded and all the ideas that poured forth and a long analysis of how many have been used so far:

In the first part of episode 124, they brainstormed and presented ideas. They were given about 20 minutes to jot down some ideas. They did a lot of talking while sitting. Hobi said roller skating. JK and RM approved, then Hobi backtracked thinking it too dangerous, then Jin said in that case bicycles are too dangerous too. Yoongi said tennis and RM approved of that too. A few months after they filmed this, they probably shot the Dynamite MV’s and all that went with Dynamite including the roller skating rink that ended up in a couple of Bangtan Bombs. As we saw, Tae and Hobi were newbies at roller skating.

They all jokingly talked about a drivers license challenge for RM.

Hobi said hair designer. Yoongi brought up team sports and JK said e-sports, Yoongi said basketball.

Hobi said raw fish/slicing fish which was a very unique idea. A sushi show. We’ve seen various Run BTS episodes that involved cooking and food prep.

Jimin said keyword location hunt meet up using memory or telepathy to find it and all meet there. Yoongi said it could be emotional, Hobi said it would be funny if all but one made it to the meeting spot...they all laughed about the possible outcomes of that idea.

After writing down their ideas they each stood on the platform and made presentations.

They all said standing up there speaking made them nervous. (kekekeke)

Yoongi's presentation:

Sports challenge but wasn’t clear whether to play as one team against another unknown team or what. They did table tennis in episodes 138 and 139.

Psychological counseling or mental analysis which Jimin thought it was a great idea. This was the MBTI Lab videos they posted on BangtanTV back in May of this year.

Tae’s presentation:

Learn a music instrument and then perform a song as a band. Um is this why JK has been really taking his drum lessons seriously? We’ve seen him carrying the drum stick case everywhere and not yet once seen him playing drums recently.

Bangtan in disguise...travel on public transportation etc. and if you arrive at the final point without being recognized, you win. As soon as you are recognized, you are out of the game. Everyone agreed that was a brilliant idea. But good luck with that. Security guys will need to be in disguise as well.

Hobi’s presentation:

Hair designer. Jimin was ok with it as long as it was just styling and not cutting. I am really, really serious now. All of the long hair on the members is for this episode. We will be getting Hair Designer Bangtan in an Run BTS episode. Mark my words.

Healing time doing what each member likes to do for self care but separately. Jimin did not like it because he feels they should be together doing something.

BTS song festival, divide into teams and make songs to upload to Soundcloud for Army.

Jimin’s presentation:

The telepathy meet-up. This is obviously the theme of the upcoming Run BTS reboot – the Run BTS Telepathy Special teaser with them being led out of the studio blindfolded and we’ve seen photos of them out on the streets and in front of that stadium. All of which was filmed earlier this year.

Robotics. I would love to see them try this but so far, not any evidence that it might come to pass.

Crafts, accessories, friendship accessory (jewelry), silver. Of course, this was Jimin’s Vlog.

Hide and seek police and thief game on a large scale. This would be interesting.

Jin’s presentation:

Maze, large scale or 7 identical rooms and each has as much time as they need to escape it. Escape room type thing. I am thinking they did something like this in the past.

Scavenger hunt on a mountain (rent a mountain hahahahaha, money is no object for Jin) similar to the one they did on ATVs but this time walking/hiking. I would love to see this.

Classic childhood games, throwing at a target, hopscotch, rubberband, spin tops, etc.

Tae's additional idea:

Mafia village role play game where each member plays a character they need to really get into while the game is ongoing. They did this in Ep. 120 Dec. 15, 2020 when they role-played and searched for clues in real buildings, and in Ep. 121 when they continued their missions but at the end of the episode they got transported back in time to Joseon Dynasty and those episodes were 145, episode 146 and 147 which aired August 2021.

Namjoon’s presentation:

Create Run BTS theme song (ost) using simple objects. They did create a Run BTS song but it was far from simple. It’s a banger and apparently going to be used as the ost for the Run BTS reboot!

Lucky 7 with simple things (the childhood games idea), flipping bottle competition, bottle caps, etc. Run BTS episodes 126 and 127 were titled 777 Lucky Seven 1 and 2.

Fan merchandise. Of course this is the Artist Made Merch we fought the Hunger Games for at the beginning of this year. These items were already in the works by the time this brainstorming episode aired in January 2021 as the planning stages began in late 2020.

Jungkook’s presentation:

Photoshoot for editorial pictures. THIS is where Vampkook originated. This is the Photo Folio idea.

He brought up team sports again and everyone discussed different sports.

Jimin brings up shooting a music video for a b-side song and JK says he had that idea as well.

In the second part of the episode they reconvened at some point within the following month and a half and they narrowed down the short term and long term ideas:

The results:

Short term show themes: Role play Mafia game and Lucky 7 games. These were episodes 120-121 and 145-147 and Lucky 7 games were episodes 126-127 as mentioned above.

Long term project: Learn a team sport and all kinds of sports were listed: basketball, tennis, volleyball, dodgeball, baseball. As it turned out, tennis was the chosen sport and it played out in episodes 129 and 130. We know Jin ended up taking on tennis as a hobby because we’ve seen a Bangtan Bomb as well as Jin posting on his IG his late night tennis practices and we’ve seen Jimin and Jungkook going to their tennis lessons together for which I cannot find the video but here someone posted a clip of it on twitter.

So...that leads us to why I started this post in the first place: Photo Folio which was Jungkook’s photoshoot idea. We are getting photos and maybe behinds I think.

And the other ideas they brainstormed...I wonder if we will see they have learned music instruments since we know Jungkook carried his drumsticks everywhere. Playing music instruments as a band, a b-side song music video shoot, large scale maze, robotics, hair designer, Bangtan in disguise...all ideas we are waiting to see realized. They did so good coming up with ideas.

NOTE: I believe the brainstorming episode 124 was filmed in 2020 because they spoke about social distancing. The first part of the episode with blonde Jimin was filmed probably March 2020 and the second part with black hair Jimin was filmed probably late April or early May before the 28th because by then Yoongi had black hair.

#Run BTS the show #vampkookie #i got to watch a bunch of Run BTS shows for this post #i would love to see them playing instruments on stage #i think going to concerts where artists play instruments has influenced them #i see a bruno mars/anderson paak vibe #one can dream and hope #bts chapter 2 #blonde jimin

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12:21//21

I miss you everyday, but not today... not.

And just like that, you’re celebrating your 11th birthday in heaven. Just like that you’re nowhere near me, but at the same time, I feel you and I are closer. Just like that... It’s been 11 years since I hugged you before letting you go, physically, mother dragon. I still remember how my overactive imagination told me to check your heartbeat once more after 8 or so hours of breathing your last breath. Ganun pala ‘yun noh? The instant that your pulse hits zero, biglang lamig na ng buong katawan. Or baka, ganun lang ‘yung case mo. Here I am penning this while I should be downing lunch which is not shabby ---lato salad, kinilaw na isda, liempo, and the works. But, not today. Not this lunchtime. In between heavy breaths and strained tears, I miss you more and more. I still fantasize about what could have been if you’re with me. No tats, todo updates, full blown mom-daughter fights... but, also, the time I can come home early or late and nudge you. We’re not huggers but losing you allowed me to hug people more often than I’d like to. Speaking of hugs, though they may be far and few, your hug is home, my only home, I guess. Gah. Tears are welling up and there’s another lump in my throat. LUNCH TIME TODAY. OKAY. Dad was the one who reminded me that today is YOUR DAY. UGH. Pero syempre, grown up na ako, and I promised myself to make this June 2023 a curious one. LOL. My eye has been twitching a bit more because of too much screen time, but, I am not complaining. Mom, you are never forgotten. In the same manner, I choose not to remember the bad, the ugly, the loss, the damage. This time, I’d want my memories to be filled with the good, the beautiful, the calmness, the surrender. UGH. Hahahahaha. Pakkk. My character development na po ba tayong tunay? Totoo ba? The past weeks have been very, very curious. Siguro, way mo na rin ito ng pagsasabi sa akin na, anak, tama na. Tigil mo na drama na matagal mo ng bitbit. And that, you are doing a good job there in heaven. Ma, bakit wala ka na kasi. You could have seen Vici, Vidi and KD grow up. Kung gusto mo nga ng apo, baka bigyan pa kita. 2 pa. LOL. Hala. :D Maaaaaa, I miss your nags the most; though, I abhor them talaga. Maaaa, are you proud of me ba? Malamang saks lang as always. Malamang, good but can be better. Always. May I continue to choose AKO NAMAN. May I no longer live in the past. May I let go of all the burden I’ve inflicted on myself just because I let you go 11 years ago. Thank you for guiding me, non-stop; even when I am turning a blind eye and a deaf ear. Thank you for always saving me, especially when I put myself to free fall. I guess, it’s my way of getting closer and closer to you. 12:37 na. It’s still a long day and night. I hope that when I visit your grave this weekend, I’d be able to see the other side with calmness, with respect and with more hope that I can make it. We can make it. Hug me in my dreams and stop that RBF and sneer. Ikaw ang OG bully ng buhay ko pero thank you na rin kasi ang taas na ng tolerance ko sa bullies. LOL. Maaaaa, may everyday be a day of failing forward. May our story be told to our audience of one. May I heal fully as I allow myself to connect with this universe as I come face to face with death. For now, may I choose to keep living. :D Opakkkk. Gagi ka. Ansakit pa rin. Ansakit-sakit pa rin talaga. Bakit ganun? Heatbreak levels 100000000000000 yarn??? But, this June 2023 is a different one. I just know it is. Okay, 12:41 na. Tama na muna thought fart na ‘to. Inom muna ako... ng tubig. LOL. Need to be hydrated because pimples are saying hello, once again! I love you. Always. Sana matupad na wish kong second mom na for real. :D

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Well, here is the stupid thing I was alluding to. It’s mostly a filler chapter, but yeah.

Harley’s Plea for Help, Chapter 3

“Well, that took a while,” a relatively deep female voice smoothly drawled. The plants placed right next to the window pulled away, no longer blocking the pathway inside. The two figures who were perched right outside the windowsill took the invitation and climbed inside, the shorter of the two looking at the woman who had spoken and smiling widely.

“Auntie Ivy!” Marinette happily exclaimed, making the redhead across from her grin back.

“That’s me. It sure is nice to actually see you in person, little Marigold,” she held out her arms for a hug, which Marinette instantly ran in to accept. “Video calls are never quite enough, are they? You’re so tiny! Are you sure you eat alright?”

“Auntie Ivyyyyyy,” Marinette whined, knowing full well that Ivy was just teasing her.

“So, what took you all so long?” Ivy asked Red Hood, even as she kept her arms wrapped around her soon-to-be daughter in law. “Usually you bats are all about getting back on the streets to punch people, we didn’t think you’d be bringing her in at almost one in the morning.”

Hood shrugged, thumbs hooked in his pockets. “Your little garden fairy nearly gave us the slip. Went straight out the back exit instead of doin’ anything showy like we half expected and we almost missed her.”

“I stopped as soon as I noticed who they were, I swear!” Marinette pulled away from Ivy, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t expect Momma to send them to babysit me before our first full day being in Gotham. In hindsight, though, I really should have.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Ivy agreed with a smirk, ruffling Marinette’s hair and making her pigtails go a little crooked. “And I know for a fact that you’ve done some stunts off your balcony back in Paris, so at least I know you can be responsible and hold yourself back from doing the same here. Must get that from me, because we both know it doesn’t come from Harley.”

Marinette and Hood both had to laugh at that. Being responsible was definitely not a trait that Marinette could have inherited from anybody in her family tree, that was for sure.

“Are ya makin’ fun of me in front of my daughter?” the comically scandalized voice announced the arrival of one Harley Quinn, who walked into the room in white onesie pajamas with a poker print on them. All of the “joker” cards were crossed out heavily with red sharpie, and a few of them had black-sharpie devil horns and handlebar mustaches vandalizing them. Marinette even caught one such card with a googly eye on it, the matching eye having fallen off and leaving only a small circle of since-dried hot glue where it used to be. “If you guys are gonna be that way, fine! Ivy dyes her hair!”

“No she doesn’t,” Marinette deadpanned, clearly fighting against a giant grin. The corners of her lips gave her away, they never stopped twitching with repressed mirth. “But you do. I got the pictures to prove—- aah!” Harley tackled her daughter to the ground, attacking her with tickles immediately.

“Take it back! My hair is naturally blond!”

“Yeah, naturally— hahahahaha! Sandy blonde! You— hahaha! Have just as much brown— stop I can’t breathe! hahahaha!— as yellow!”

“Hmph,” Harley finally backed off, crossing her eyes and looking away from Marinette with an exaggerated pout. “How dare you reveal my darkest secret?”

“I was a natural redhead even before I got my powers,” was all Ivy had to say, looking all too amused at this turn of events. “Your original costume completely covered your hair.”

“Don’t worry, Harley,” Red Hood butted in, reminding the three girls that he was still here. His tone suggested that he was definitely smiling under his helmet. “We found out about your hair dye years ago.”

“I just cover up the brown parts! It’s not like I’m changin’ much,” she argued before standing up again. “Thanks for gettin’ my cupcake back safely, little birdie. Oh, that's right! I made cupcakes! Hang on, lemme grab one for your trip back!” with that, she span on her heels and ran back further into the apartment. Marinette dashed over to Hood, immediately shoving him to the window.

“Quick, save yourself! Momma can’t bake for her life!” she whispered urgently. “I’ll say you were called away for an emergency, just hurry!”

“It’s not even a lie, getting away from Harley’s baking is an emergency,” Ivy agreed, waving as the vigilante took their advice and fled. It was only three seconds later that Harley slid back into the room, nearly falling due to the feet of her onesie having pretty much zero friction. Her face immediately fell when she saw that her victim was gone, leaving her standing there with a cupcake that was about twice as much frosting as actual cake, covered in sprinkles like a kid’s craft project that was smothered in glitter. The frosting was also shapeless, just heaped on the cake like a half-melted scoop of ice cream. She sighed in despair.

“There goes my chance of giving a bat diabetes. You guys warned him, didn’t ya?”

They both nodded shamelessly. “We’re not that cruel, Harley,” Ivy defended, getting up from her spot on her cushioned armchair and wrapping an arm around her fiance’s waist before she kissed the top of her head gently. “Hood got our little Marigold back safe and sound, and he’s even started a garden at his apartment. He doesn’t deserve to be poisoned by you.”

“I thought you said he got a single cactus at the flea market last month,” Harley deadpanned, making Ivy shrug.

“Might as well be a garden for him, and it’s something he’s not likely to kill so that’s a plus to me. He’s actually taking really good care of the little baby.”

“Speaking of garden!” Marinette gently took the sad excuse of a pastry away from her mom and sat it down on a side table before ushering both of them over to the living room and onto the sofa. “My garden back home is growing so big, I don’t think I can keep everything much longer. I barely have room to walk on the terrace, with all the vines and leaves and branches. Got any ideas of what I can do?”

“Of course! Do you have pictures, Marigold?”

—*—*—*—*—*

Slipping back through her hotel window at six in the morning was risky, since it involved climbing the wall and hoping nobody saw, but her classmates were so unpredictable that it was the only way she could be sure nobody would find out that she had violated curfew and snuck out. Of course, having Red Robin waiting outside her mom’s apartment’s terrace to escort her back helped. At least she knew that no street cams would record her comings or goings, and his grappling hook made the whole scale-the-hotel-wall business much more efficient.

Once she was inside, she sighed happily. “Thanks, now—“ her apology was cut off as Red Robin held up a finger to tell her to wait.

“Hold that thought, be right back. Don’t move.”

Thinking, rightfully, that something was wrong, Marinette obeyed. She watched Red Robin leap off of her hotel balcony and disappear into the streets. Immediately, she began a search to make sure her room had been left untampered— everything important had been packed in the backpack that she had taken to her mom’s place, but still. Could never be too careful. By the time she finished checking for bugs or any signs of snooping, Red Robin landed back on her balcony.

“Here we go.”

Turning to face him, Marinette opened her mouth to ask what the problem had been— only to tear up a little and walk over to the vigilante.

“Oh, my hero. Truly, my one and only savior. Knight in shining red Kevlar. I’m running on two hours of sleep and you have read my mind!” The pigtailed drama queen eagerly took the coffee that he offered her, and he sipped from a larger cup that looked like he had grabbed it from the same place. Marinette almost instantly sighed in gratitude when the hot drink lightly scalded her tongue. This. This was the elixir of life.

To his credit, Red Robin was able to restrain himself to merely an amused smirk. Probably because he was running on just as little sleep as she was. “Sorry it’s only a small, I figured it was best to have something you could finish quickly and easily hide the evidence for. If you need more caffeine, I happen to know that Wayne Enterprises has a very good coffee shop in their main hall. You’ll be touring there today, right?” He asked, taking another sip as he waited for the answer that he already knew.

Marinette nodded absently, drinking in the euphoria of her coffee as she tried to both savor it yet finish it as quickly as safely possible. When she came up for air, she said; “Yeah, that’s right. We’re touring Wayne Enterprises for most of the day, having lunch there, and leaving for dinner after the tour. Then we have a visit to the Gotham Museum of Fine Art, and we’ll stay there until about eight-thirty before heading back to the hotel.”

Red Robin nodded, then turned and looked out the window at the slowly rising sun. Sunrise was always a bit later in Gotham, partly because of the abundance of high-rises and partly because of the thick cloud cover and ever-present fog on the edges of the city making everything seem darker than it should have been. He had to be at work soon himself, which is why he had been chosen to escort her to the hotel in the first place, but that meant that he had to be heading off.

“Alright. We arranged for a bodyguard we trust to keep an eye on your class during the WE tour, but he doesn't know who you are or that we’re the ones who asked. We’re still in the process of arranging someone to shadow you after the tour, but we’ll tell you about that once it’s solidified. Until then, follow the usual self-defense procedures if you suspect anyone of following you. You have the panic button we gave you?”

Marinette nodded, gulping down the last of her coffee and carefully putting it in her room’s tiny trash can. “Got it. Thanks, again. Seriously,” she met his eyes— or, probably did since they were hidden behind that weird white film that the whole Batfam had covering the eyeholes of their masks. “I mean it. For listening to me, for listening to Mom. It means a lot. I’ll keep the panic button on me, and I’ll use it if I think I can’t handle a situation on my own. I’ll cooperate with the people you get to watch over the class, and I’ll do my best to not get into any trouble. No promises, but I’ll do my best,” she maintained eye contact until Red Robin nodded, hiding his expression behind his coffee cup. After a second, he cleared his throat.

“Well then. We’ll contact you once we have anything to say about your intel. Until then, I gotta go. And by the way?”

Marinette tilted her head curiously as Red Robin paused for just a moment on her balcony railing, aiming a smirk back at her. “Yeah?”

“Welcome to Gotham.”

And if she couldn’t help but smile widely as he grappled off into the fog-veiled sunrise? Well, only she had to know. She wasted no time closing and locking the glass balcony door, and pulling the curtains over it completely. Once that was done, she couldn’t help but do a little shimmy of Joy. She was caffeinated, she met Auntie Ivy in person for the first time, she got to sleep next to her momma— and she was in Gotham! Technically her hometown— or town she was conceived in? Didn’t matter. Point was, even with the chaos and dark energy clouding the very air, she couldn’t help but feel like she belonged in that city. Like that was where she was always meant to end up, where she could thrive and the environment that she was made to thrive in. The environment that she was born to start fixing.

She beamed at herself in her bathroom mirror as she gave herself one more once-over. Yeah, so far her visit to Gotham was going much better than she could have hoped. Now, she just had to make sure it stayed that way.

Three businesslike raps sounded against the door to her room, just in time for Marinette to feed Tikki one more cookie and straighten her purse on her shoulder. Madame Mendelieve’s voice called out from the other side of the door in her usual no-nonsense bark;

“Dupain-Cheng! Room check! It’s time to get up, we’re meeting down in the lobby in ten minutes.”

Marinette ran up to the door, not quite able to contain her energy, and swung it open with her trademark large, beaming smile.

“Way ahead of you, Madame Mendelieve!”

Her science teacher blinked, adjusting her glasses on her nose as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Ah. You’re already awake and ready?”

Marinette giggled and nodded. “Yup! I was so excited for the tour that I could barely sleep! Does the hotel breakfast include free coffee?”

—*—*—*—*—*

The hotel breakfast did, in fact, include coffee. What it did not include, however, was free coffee that Marinette could reasonably stomach. Especially after the heaven in a cup that Red Robin had gotten for her earlier, the watered down motor oil in the hotel lobby had been unbearable. She had barely managed two sips before regretfully throwing the rest away. Which is what brought her to stand in line at the very same coffee shop that Red Robin had mentioned was in the main hall of Wayne Enterprises, as the rest of her class mingled and waited for their teachers to check their tour group in and their tour guide to arrive.

“Hmm. Sorry, this is my first time ordering here,” she apologized when she reached the counter, gaining a slight lopsided grin from the barista at the register. “Um, I usually like strong coffee, with a lot of caffeine, but I also like something sweet. I don’t need anything too complicated though, do you have any recommendations?”

The barista gave her a customer service smile that seemed just a tad softer at the edges than usual. “Sure! So, we can add an extra shot or two of espresso to any of our drinks, to make it stronger and give it an extra kick. If you’re looking for good sweet flavors, the classics are our white chocolate or caramel. But we also have a seasonal syrup right now that I personally love, which is our cinnamon butterscotch. Did you wanna try that?”

Marinette smiled widely. “That sounds delicious! Then, if I could have your largest size café latte, hot, with… two extra shots and that syrup? Does that sound good?”

The barista actually let loose a soft laugh, already keying in the order. “If you’re a coffee lover and a sweet tooth at the same time, then you’ll love it. If not, come back during your tour’s lunch break and I’ll make you something else.”

Marinette made a little more small talk as she handed over the proper cash for the order, and grabbed her drink after just another minute’s wait. She turned around, taking a sip of the unsurprisingly heavenly coffee and started off to join her class.

Only to realize none of them were where she had left them. She sighed, starting to reach into her purse to see if anyone had texted her about where they were going, but a heavy presence stopped her. She could feel him approaching from in front of her, slightly to her right, but she couldn’t hear him at all. On guard, she straightened up and turned to observe the potential threat.

A security guard. Marinette blinked, running over what she had been told earlier that morning. Was he..?

He seemed to notice her instinctually defensive posture because he raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he apologized. “I’m the guard that was assigned to your tour group. I offered to stay behind until you got your coffee while the rest of your group went ahead and got the run-down on all the boring rules and whatnot of the tour. Figured you’d already know everything they had to say anyway, you’re the class president right?”

Marinette relaxed her posture, nodding and sending the man a relieved smile. “Yeah, that’s right. Well, that explains why they left without me then. Usually Madame Mendelieve is strict about following rules though, how’d you convince her to go on without me?”

The man chuckled, jerking his head to show that she should follow him as he began to lead the way to a side door. Marinette kept her guard up just in case, but wasn’t too worried. If nothing else, she was still in the middle of a super crowded building and the other security guards around didn’t seem concerned. She could easily yell for help if she needed to.

“Well, can’t you tell it was my devilish charm?” He teased, grinning. He waited until she rolled her eyes to continue; “but really, I’m like a second tour guide. She made me show a lotta proof that I’m actually assigned to you guys and not just faking it, not that I can blame her. Eventually she saw the logic in my suggestion and agreed. See, there they are,” he pointed casually ahead of them in the large side hallway they had entered. Sure enough, near the end of the hallway was her class at what looked to be the tail-end of a standard rules-and-guidelines speech from the tour guide. “By the way,” the guard spoke up again, holding his hand out. “My name’s Jason. You’ll be seeing me more often, since I’m supposed to guard you guys for all of your visits to the Tower. Call me if you need help with anything, ‘kay kid?”

Marinette grinned, now positive that this guy really was the guard that Red Robin had said was assigned to her class. She switched the hand she was holding her coffee in so that she could properly grab Jason’s hand for a shake.

“Got it, Monsieur Jason. Let’s both hope I don’t end up needing your help though, I think that would be easier on both of us,” she joked, earning a chuckle from the large man. And— yeah, now that she was relaxed, he really was big, wasn’t he? Then again, Marinette didn’t always realize when people were a bit larger or more buff than they should be. Living with her dad had seriously skewed her perception of the normal size of an adult male (which, she learned when she was seven, most definitely was not almost seven feet tall and muscled enough to make a pro wrestler jealous). But she would like to think she had gotten better in that aspect, and Jason was definitely a big guy. A little over six feet tall, she thought, and though the guard outfit hid a good portion of his physique, she could tell he carried enough muscle to do serious damage if he wanted to.

With a wave, she left him to join her class and sipped at her latte. She had figured that the Bat Clan’s criteria for civilians that they would put to guard her class had to be high, but now she had to wonder just how high. Most police officers or security guards were fit, sure, but not like Jason. Casting a quick glance back at him, she confirmed that he had quite a few faded but visible scars. Again, more than your average officer even for Gotham. Who had they tasked with her class’ safety, exactly?

An elbow in her side distracted her from her thoughts, forcing her to blink and stop her cup from going back to her lips. The grin of none other than Adrien Agreste greeted her when she snapped out of her own head long enough to pay attention to her surroundings. He jerked his head to indicate that the class was already starting to move off.

“Come on, Mari or you’ll get left behind again,” he teased. She grinned back at him, rolling her eyes but falling into step beside him as they followed at the back of their class. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were gonna marry that coffee. You haven’t zoned out that badly in years,” his tone was light and cheery, but Marinette didn’t miss the concern in his emerald eyes. She sighed, gently bumping her shoulders against his in silent reassurance.

“I’m fine. Just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all. But this really is good coffee. Elixir of the gods,” then, just to provoke him, she took a giant gulp of the still steaming hot drink. Adrien grimaced in pained sympathy even though Marinette didn’t seem affected at all.

“Oww, Marineeeeeeeeeette,” he whined. “Don’t do that, my throat hurts just watching you guzzle hot coffee like that,” he complained, rubbing at his neck to make his point clear.

“Wimp,” she teased, unrepentant. Adrien just groaned dramatically.

“I’m not a wimp, you’re just concerningly used to burning your throat from the inside out,” he accused. “Anyway, how’d it go?” He was being deliberately vague, but it was obvious to her what he meant. He was only one she had told about visiting her mom, after all, just in case she needed a quick getaway.

In fact, he was the only one of her friends that she had even told about her biological parents. Alix knew too, but only because of time shenanigans. Marinette was fine with it now, but still.

“It went great,” she smiled widely at him, keeping her voice low but casual. “If I have a chance, I’ll introduce you sometime during the trip. I have a feeling you’ll love Auntie Selina, but I have to meet her first. All I have so far are stories.”

“Fair enough,” Adrien agreed easily. “But you don’t have to, you know that right? I’d love to meet your family, but I’m also fine just being your pseudo-brother like I have been up until now. I know it might be a bit… uncomfortable, for you.”

“Nah,” Marinette shrugged. “Nerve wracking, maybe. But that’s also about half the things that I do in my life period, anxiety is no joke. I’ll catastrophize for a while, but I know you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”

“Sounds like they have paw-some taste,” he didn’t even miss a beat with his puns, earning a playful glare for his efforts.

“Never mind. You’re a heathen. Disowned. Who are you?”

“Mariiiiii,” he whined, causing them both to laugh for a while before focusing on the tour.

So far, so good, Marinette thought.

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